http://slow.writerscafe.org/jessefhayes The original writings of author Jesse F Hayes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053298 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Christian dug around in a black cloth pouch I hadn’t even noticed he was carrying. He pulled out a handful of little metal chains and began to detangle them. “I figured the activity might be worse than you described, so I brought these,” he said, freeing one of the necklace.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessefhayes/265946/  I woke the next morning to the muffled sound of arguing. I opened one eye, partially delighted to find I was still just a little buzzed. Christian, Cat, and a guy I didn’t know yet were having a spat in the kitchen. Well, Christian wasn’t arguing, he was just in the same vicinity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jessefhayes/249439/ I watched the two detectives leave the house. I had overhead the conversation with Ireland, heard the questioning. 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