Arne Johnson Case Novels & Stories

Even though he watched me collapse in the bathroom earlier, half-dead. “I’m leaving,” I said. “Get out of my way.” “I need to make sure you aren’t going to hold the company responsible for your condition, Casey,” Arnold cut in sharply. “Promise me, Casey. No one finds out about this. You cannot drag the company into this. Your health issues aren’t caused by overworking. If any bad rumors get out linking the company to what happened to you… then you better be ready for a lawsuit.” No one actually cared. That was the reality. Even though most of the popular articles and stories I had written and delivered were what made Arnold successful, it didn’t matter one bit to him. Not even when I was in

Those sentiments quickly became mainstream among the spectators. In truth, the one with the most complicated mood at that moment was Arne from the Deer Pavilion. After witnessing Fane's win, he was absolutely stunned. His mouth dropped and even his breathing became erratic! He refused to believe what he saw was real, nor did he want to. When he saw the beast being stabbed in the throat, Arne immediately stood up from his seat. He reached out and clutched his throat as if he had been the one who was stabbed! If the disciples behind him had not pulled him back, Arne might not have been able to control himself anymore.

“According to the news article, Arthur Johnson died because of an accident five years ago. Reports showed he fell asleep on the wheel on his way to school and died on the spot when he hit an electric pole.” “So who’s that guy working in your company if it’s not Arthur Johnson?” Ronnie asked. “We’re trying to search his identity through face recognition software, and so far we haven’t found him yet.” “What do we do now?” “All we can do is wait. I will call you when we have something. How about the search warrant? Any news on that?” “They’re still working on it.” “Can’t we just go in there and get my sister?” “No. Let me tell you this. We hacked into Arthur Johnson’s transactions, and there wa

Stacey ribbed him and followed up with, "He's such a wimp! Two forms a week and he complains. He doesn't know what it's like to work in the city and have real paperwork." Finn then asked, "Is it looking like Arne will get tried in Madison instead of our county?" "Yes, his lawyer has pulled a few fast manuevers but we might not get him on everything, the computer stuff gets tricky, but he had a gun, shot a cop and threatened his sister and her boyfriend, trespassing on private property, Russel is adamant about that too. It all adds up into something." "Good! May he rot in his cell. I still can't manage to get through a therapy session without balling my eyes out. It would be easier to de