Honeymoon's Over by Des Nnochiri

Bad enough that Moody - an 11-year veteran, with over 550 arrests to his credit (all felonies) - was having an affair. Bad enough that thelady involved was a colleague: Monique was a sergeant in the Narcotics division, twice decorated, with an ex-husband, and three kids of her own. But then, he'd gone and married her - on a whim.


The department frowned on inter-divisional romance, and on romance between fellow cops, in general.


And the courts frowned even harder on bigamy.


To protect his career, and his standing in the community, Moody had had to take drastic measures.


Wiping the last traces of blood from the dresser (it wouldn't do to have Forensics plot the true trajectory of arterial spray), he laid the samurai sword in the cold hand of the room service waiter. Checked behind his ear: Moody's blackjack hadn't even grazed the skin. Took one last look at the decor of the honeymoon suite: pink satin, crimson splotches, the odd severed limb. Nodded to himself. Breathed a sigh of regret. Dimmed the lights, and slipped quietly from the room.


"Sorry, hon. The alimony payments would've killed me."

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Desmond (Des) Nnochiri was born on May 13th, 1965 to the family of Ambassador Pascal Nnochiri, of the Nigerian Foreign Service. He spent his early years traveling with his parents, and was educated in England, the USA, and the Republic of Ireland (Eire). A film buff and avid reader, he spent several years at the Architectural Association in London, England - where multiple disciplines and mixed media are a way of life. He writes freelance now, and has taken his first steps into the worldof screenwriting.