Shooting In Temple Terrace Today Novels & Stories

I ask. “Uh, my dad just bought this warehouse on the outside of town,” Everett says. “Been condemned for ages. He’s converting it to apartments. We could regroup, try to figure out what just happened? I’d love to know who shot at us.” “Nobody fucking cares who’s shooting!” Heather screeches. She’s frayed. Pushed way beyond her ability to cope. Like we all should be. I glance at Marcie again, and a wave of panic threatens to swallow me. Why did I know that name?

Rex asks, his voice firm. "Tiffany's father—" Stefano starts to explain. "Ah, what the hell has Temper done now?" Rex exclaims, his voice laced with frustration. "I didn't get the full details," Stefano continues, "but on my way to find you, Mark," he points to me without looking, "I got a call from one of my buddies. Temper asked to meet Don, claiming he wanted to settle their differences, but it was a trap. There was a shootout, and some law enforcement officers got killed, along with some of Don's men. But Don made it out alive, and now I think he's coming for Tiffany."

Sienna answered the call in her dazed state. Sounding excited as if she just downed an energy drink, Jane exclaimed, "Sienna, Sienna, hurry and get online! Check Facebook. Oh my goodness, we've got more big news from our area! Last night was so intense!" "Our area?" Sienna sat up, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Jane quickly corrected herself. "No, it's the next town over. You know, the one where they've fenced off the hill for film shoots. Gunshots and police sirens kept going off between four and five in the morning. It was intense."

Quincey crouched down and gave Fia a smile. “Let’s go home, Mrs. Taylor.” Fia didn’t want to stay here anymore. To her, Quincey was very dangerous. Mrs. Taylor didn’t know what was happening but asked nothing and was going to leave. “Do you know about the shooting at Maxwell Corporation today?” “What shooting?” Mrs. Taylor felt her chest tighten and turned around to look at the woman, who was still crouching on the ground. Quincey gave her a faint smile. “Don’t you use your phone to read the news at all?”

The door was slightly ajar; I pushed it open and then stepped in. Luckily, it was empty, but the TV was left on; my face went pale as I watched the news report. It was something I expected but yet seeing it on the TV still hit me. "Around 6 pm today, it has been confirmed that the shoot at the Saint John cathedral was gang-related. A mob strife which left hundreds dead..." The news report went on talking about the wedding shooting.

Terrence said it was possible they would find the shooter on day five because they had to search every area. I breathed a sigh of relief at that. After that I invited Terrence to immediately pack up to go to Minanggal. Terrence laughed mockingly and ruined my bangs. He ran upstairs after doing so, leaving me standing alone downstairs in annoyance. I trudged up the stairs and saw that he had unloaded a suitcase and loaded some equipment. “You really are annoying. You wanna kill me or what, huh? When one of my legs hurt, you left me.” I complained with a frown on my face.

The ringing of his phone broke his chain of thoughts. "Hello". "Bhai, somebody tried to kill Lalaji," Majid started on the other side instead of his usual greeting. "What?" Samar sat up. "We were here at Siddhivinayak Temple like always because it is Wednesday. Lalaji was coming back outside after offering his prayers and getting into the car when two men in black masks drove in on a motorcycle out of nowhere. And before we could make a head or tail of it, they dispensed a full round of bullets from a semi-automatic revolver. I can see that at least three of them didn't miss the target."

I walked into the Bureau with my badge clipped neatly and my shirt covering the gauze beneath, but nothing about me felt together. And then I saw the look on Carla’s face. She didn’t say anything, just gave me a worried glance and nodded toward Cyrus’s office. “What’s it now?” I muttered under my breath. Cyrus was sitting behind his desk, looking over a manila folder when I entered. “Close the door, Angel,” he said quietly. I did. “Sit.” I obeyed before he finally set the folder down. “There was a shooting yesterday,” he said. “In the alley off Crestview. Locals responded to the call as a van fled the scene. One of the suspects was caught though.”

“I see you. I’m by the door.” “Yeah, I’m coming. Where’s Rhett?” “He’s trying to call me,” Heath said as his phone beeped. “I’ll call him back.” He disconnected and rang Rhett’s mobile. “Hey,” Rhett’s voice was calm and cheerful. “I’m just finishing up. Sorry, I was with a customer.” “Rhett,” Heath said softly. “What?” Rhett’s tone was immediately sharp. “What has happened?” “You haven’t heard the news. There was a shooting at the school.”

He still had Tony. Harry's eyes lit up. He turned slightly so Giselle wouldn't notice and sent Tony a message. Harry: "Tony, has Chet been acting weirdly recently?" Before Tony answered, the car arrived at the shooting site. It was a large building in the city next to Seaworth, and it glittered like crystal in the sunlight. A crowd of reporters and fans gathered around it, probably because the location had been revealed in advance. They stood around in a dark mass, looking rather overwhelming.