On Java Road Novels & Stories

Jade stared out the windshield, "They have a huge amount of money and some very violent people, plus a geek, so, yes, they do, and yes, they will." I got on 174, a curvy road through the forest but still the fastest way back to Junction City. I checked my watch; we'd be there by five. "Well, we'll be in Junction City before you know it." Jade sighed, "Not soon enough, and do not underestimate them." We had the road to ourselves. I had a question posed when Jade spoke. "This car stinks like coffee, sweat, and farts." We both laughed. "Yeah, that's a long story about my hedonistic boss and her stable of fuck-stud detectives."

Jonas stepped inside, closing the door behind him. His expression was tight. And in his hand was a small black flash drive. “We’ve got it,” he said. My eyes locked onto the drive. “This is the footage?” I asked, my voice lower than I intended. “Yes. Eastern road,” he replied. “The quality’s rough, but… it’s something.” Something was better than nothing. “Put it in.” Jonas moved quickly, crossing the room to the system mounted beside my desk. He placed in the flash drive and the screen came to life at once.

She suddenly looked up at the giant screen. "Mason!" she cried out, her voice trembling. Then she drove away at full speed. No one dared stop the car. Joanna pressed the gas to the floor and reached the studio as fast as she could. By then, the studio had already been surrounded by police. Joanna tried to rush inside but was stopped. "Ma'am, this is the scene of a death. You cannot enter." Joanna was about to lose her temper, but one sentence from the housekeeper drenched her in ice.

Jason’s POV Vanessa was clearly defending William. He even glanced at her with some relief in his face. My eye twitched but I stayed otherwise still. “That’s not necessary,” I said flatly. Vanessa nodded. “We should also discuss the trade routes. William’s first suggestion was through an industrial part of town. These are not roads typically traversed by regular commuters. In fact, the most recent surveys show that since the industries here are mostly automated, hardly anyone actually travels on these roads at all. No one should be affected by these routes.”

He almost made it to the door. "Eli." He stopped with his hand on the door. Gave himself one breath. Turned. Noah was leaning against the far end of the counter with his arms crossed and the coffee pot in one hand and that careful professional expression on his face. But his eyes were direct now in a way they hadn't been before, and Eli felt the full weight of them the way you felt a hand pressed flat against your sternum. "The access road to the inn floods in heavy rain," Noah said. "Take Mill Road. Left past the old Granger property." A pause. "You remember where that is."

"If you're here, then is anyone watching out for my family?" "Yes, darlin, You know very well that I wouldn't leave them unprotected," he said softly. I nodded. "Have you had dinner, Nova?" "No, I was going to order something." "My guy Decker is here with me tonight. He's a few doors down, and he'll be driving your car home tomorrow. So we'll all grab something. We are in Memphis, so we might as well have some Memphis barbeque." "Driving my car home?" I squeaked.

I have to talk to dad regarding the car, allowance like I need it for something. Looking around the town, Rowena is really boring. On the route I am going I can see some bakeries, coffeehouses, restaurants, people running somewhere, I wonder if this town has an elite area, and where it is. I am standing in front of Rowena Highschool, my only goal today is not to kill anyone and just to stay as invisible as I can, see how things work, and step aside. I just want to finish this and see what the hell I am going to do with my life later. Entering the school I asked the guard where the principal's office was and started walking that way. The school does not look that bad, it looks poor but I gues

I'm begging you to be careful and be on your guard. 'I'm not ready to die just yet, Anthony. I'm just on a sight seeing tour,' I sent back to him. The service road was not well known, but it was secluded. It curved in a large S down the side of a mountain. It was intended to monitor the satellite dish at the top of a small hill. Once the road straightened out it ran for miles eventually dumping into route 301. The piece of road I was interested in bordered the interstate. The interstate wasn't busy at night and it would be easy enough to drive through the trees and merge.

"Mr. Reed, we have found the license plate you are looking for. It appeared on West Stream Road, and I am sending someone to block the road as we speak." "Thank you, Ronald!" After hanging up the phone, Jordan immediately sped up and went straight to West Stream Road. He was driving a limited-edition luxurious car that had excellent performance. In an instant, it sped up and rushed out with a loud screeching noise. In less than half an hour, Jordan reached West Stream Road. As the suspect appeared in West Stream Road, the police nearby had already come and blocked the road.

"I know. I got it." The streets got quieter the farther we drove. Fewer cars and fewer people. The kind of quiet that made your skin crawl because you knew you were going somewhere you weren't supposed to be. When we finally turned onto Stamford road, my stomach dropped. The road was exactly as I remembered it. Long, narrow, lined with buildings that looked like they'd been forgotten years ago. Some had broken windows. Others had doors hanging off their hinges. "This is it," Josh said quietly, slowing the car.