James Harbour

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Chapter One

It’s Been Addressed

The town of James Harbour was only a few short kilometers up ahead. Jake Fox, a police detective, travelling from the mainland, was hoping his assumptions were correct. This narrowing of the main road had to mean the god-forsaken bus ride would soon be over. It had to. For the four-hour ferry trip and the longest eight-hour drive ever from where the ferry finally landed him ashore had finally taken its toll. His whole body ached, and his neck made a crunching noise as he tilted it slightly to look out the tiny window next to him. Now, he was beginning to realize how remote this community was going to be. A complete contrast to the big city he just left behind. ‘Geez, can you believe people choose to live here?’ He mumbles under his breath. Jake Surveys the landscape some more. He couldn’t deny the beauty of the place. Snow-capped rolling hills, and rugged unforgiving mountains sheltered the tiny hamlet on three landlocked sides. Everything protected from the mood swings of mother nature. The picturesque backdrops he was starting to enjoy suddenly changed. They quickly went from the perfect desktop screensaver to a hillside you would see in Mordor from the Lord of the Rings. The Greyhound bus had begun its descent down a steep winding road. On the left, ice walls and cold black jagged stone. On the right, a thousand foot drop to the Atlantic ocean and some more cold black jagged stone. The further down, the more barren the place became. Jake’s grip got tighter. He looked straight ahead and at the very end of the road, he could barely start to make out what looked like a sign.

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The Black Journal – (Take-Away)

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Friday, 9:45 P.M.

Ethan’s driver-side door crunched and creaked as it slammed shut. He was home. Another long day of chasing a killer without so much as a single clue of who it might be. Zero answers, just more questions. Questions, that for now had to wait. The only thing on his mind was finally getting to see his beautiful wife, Susan. Take one look at her and no matter how bad of a day he was having, she’d quickly make all go away. A hot shower and some food wouldn’t go astray either.

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The Black Journal – (Break Room, Over Lunch)

Friday, 5:40 p.m. 
(Ethan and Sarah come up short with their first visit to The Keep. They decide to spend most of the afternoon going over the witness statements from the bar and various other items of interest scattered in a brown file on a lunchroom table)

Awfully quiet, how’s your Chinese food? 

What? Oh, ah…it’s good, it’s good. 

Is that right? Well, you wouldn’t say that by what’s left there on your plate. Sarah, you’ve haven’t eaten a thing. You’re not still mad at me, are you? 

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The Black Journal – Chief’s Office, Over Coffee, Pre-Briefing

Friday, 8:05 A.M.

Good morning, Det. Frost…coffee?

Morning chief, sure, thanks.

Frost, I didn’t sleep very well last night. Do you know why that is?

Why is that chief? Go ahead and enlighten me.

It’s because of our latest homicide case. It’s gone and made my damn ulcer act up again. It bloody well kept me up most of the night. Frost, this guy’s sending a clear message here, but who the hell is it for?

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The Black Journal (The Boardwalk, Morning Run, Stretching By The Car)

Friday, 7:14 A.M

Sarah! Hey, Sarah…wait up!

Jessie, Jess!
How? I thought you were still in Texas?

I am. Well, I’m still there that is. I’m only back for a few days, one of Charlie’s college friends is getting married. Our plane touched down maybe an hour ago, and knowing you’re still a creature of habit, I knew right where to find you.

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The Red Journal (Near the Boardwalk, Morning Run, Through Binoculars)

Friday, 7:10 A.M.

Seriously!
Four days?
It really took them…never mind.
They’re idiots. Remember, they’re all incompetent fools.
One brutal headache after the other, I waited.
All that time waiting around to see my glorious work, displayed for the fine people of Jamestown and the story gets barely ninety seconds of airtime.
They didn’t even show the good parts, well…his parts.

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The Black Journal – (A Ride Home)

Thursday, 9:50 A.M.


Thanks for the lift home, Ethan. I don’t think I could have gotten behind the wheel after that.

No worries, Sarah. It’s me, and it’s the least I can do. You doing OK?

I still can’t believe it. Kevin…I mean, we only spoke a few weeks ago. He returned my apartment key and we had coffee together.

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The Red Journal (KJYN News at 6:00, Most TV’s In Jamestown)

Thursday, 6:01 P.M.

Good evening, folks.
Jim Gordons, KJYN News, first at six.

At approximately 10:45 A.M. this morning, Jamestown police responded to call about a possible homicide. Several officers and first responders descended upon an abandoned building earlier today located on the property which is owned by Breton Industrial, a steel fabrication plant. Details are sketchy, but early reports suggest the victim is a white male, possibly in his late thirties. He died in what some are calling a prefabricated high school classroom. A room in which, has been confirmed was not on the property just a few days ago. The man’s identity is currently being withheld until authorities can inform his next of kin.

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The Black Journal (Reconstructed Classroom, Industrial Area, Downtown)

Thursday, 12:15 P.M.


Ah, Det. Frost!
Perfect, you’re here.
OK, since we’re all present, let’s get started.
Follow me, the body is this way.
So, Det. Frost, have you ever dissected a frog?
In high school, perhaps?
Then, how about a teacher?
Ever dissect a teacher?

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The Black Journal (Jamestown Police Department, Captains Office)

Thursday, 11:11 A.M.

Frost, hey…come in, sit down.
Listen, you’re up.
Downstairs just called.
Someone’s found a body.
They say this one’s a smidge above their pay grade. 
So, I’m going to need you to take the lead.
Captain!
What about my vacation?
You know it starts tomorrow.
You know how long I’ve been planning for this.

My wife’s going to kill me.
I don’t even take vacations, and she finally convinced me.
Oh, she’s killing me. I am just as dead as this vic.
Calm Down, calm down!
Cap, you’re the one who put this trip in her mind.

I’m sorry Frost, I realize that.
And, it wasn’t me, it was my lovely wife. At your party.
Deal with it Frost, you’re a big boy. She’ll understand. What can I say?
This stuff happens in our world.
You signed up for this. Now, stop your whining.
Take a look in that folder. It’s what we know so far.
You’re going to owe me Cap.
Promise me an extra three weeks right here on the spot and I’ll do an about-face.
We won’t have to discuss anything further and I’ll do my job and hopefully save my marriage at the same time.

We’ll talk about it Frost. No promises.
Remember, I am your superior. I can just order you.
Alright, alright…let me see the damn file.
Geez, why can’t serial killers be like teachers and take the summer off
?
Yeah, about that Frost.
The vic…
…he’s a teacher.