The Sixth Wicked Child (4MK Thriller, #3)

by J.D. Barker

the mask would help prevent airborne contamination.

Oh the mask dilemma… what does it say about us, than when hundreds of thousands of people are dying, some of us want to bitch about wearing a mask. After working in the medical field for 20yrs, in a sterility department attached to surgery, here’s my view, & pretty much anyone who knows what they’re talking about… A mask isn’t likely to stop YOU getting it, if the virus is there a mask is highly unlikely to stop it getting at you, because those nasty bugs will cling to the mask & your clothes & jump around & infect you What a mask WILL do, is stop YOU sharing it a little more as anything you exhale will be stuck to the mask your wearing. I really don’t understand why the hell people have so much trouble understanding this…

Take one now and two more in four hours.” Nash took three of them without water and dropped the bottle into his pocket.

Heh a drug taker after my own heart, be told to take one, take 3

“I’ve been learning a lot about salt today.” Eisley turned back to his table. “As a preservative, salt inhibits the growth of microorganisms by drawing out water through osmosis. This prevents decomp and significantly distorts time of death.

Think of it in cooking, it can cure food like fish & if your marinading anything, especially red meat, you’d not add salt to it because it would start the cooking process & ruin the outcome… But it can also be used to encase food & keep all the contents steaming inside do that when you break the outer salt shell you have beautiful cooked food with all its moisture kept in there.

“His prints came back as Vincent Weidner,” Eisley said.

All the names are coming out to play well not for long, as they’re all dead, but I’m sure they had lots of fun before they died.

“He and Sam took a few overnight trips for some case or another.

Well that’s odd, as we were just told he/they were rookie beat cops & didn’t have cases as such So what were they doing?

He recalled taking and passing the necessary steps to get back on the force, to be reinstated—Heather

I remember that with me too, after my trauma surgery or my haematoma, can’t recall which but I’m leaning towards the haematoma… I gad to go & do an appointment & tests with a psychiatrist which was like 4+ hours long, then another physical testing st a different place that specializes in fitness to work… I did it all, but felt so awful, there’s no words to describe someone else testing you to see if you’re sane enough to do your job.

Spiderwebs dripped from the ceiling. White, tangled, thick knots of them.

Ick!

“How many of you have broken bones?” I asked. Everyone’s hand went up.

Mine too, & it was my mother

“Who’s going next? To the motel?”

I don’t think this place is a legit home at all, I’m thinking the dirty cops pick up kids who have nobody & take them there & it’s basically sexual trafficking.

“God, I hope he can pull this off.”

He’s gonna hide in the boot?

How I wish I had taken her by the hand at that very moment, found a way out of the house, and disappeared into the night with a bag of cash from the barn. Her and I alone. I don’t know why I hesitated, maybe for the same reasons she did. We’d promised the others we’d all go together. The Kid and Weasel were too young to try and make it on their own. We all were. We all needed each other.

So why are some winding up dead then?

“The brain tends to hide certain memories when we undergo something traumatic.”

True, when I had my haematoma I can remember being at home feeling like something was wrong, trying to decide if I should just go to sleep & see how I felt in the morning, like we all do, then I decided no, I called my Mum & I can remember telling her something was wrong, I needed her to come take me to hospital, & that’s it… While my Mum remembers me being semi lucid when she got there, but acting strange, her words, she said we went to ED at the hospital & we were in the waiting room & she said I was getting worse, not capable of talking right & having all these jerks & spasms, then the staff came back with my initial tests & it was a massive rush to get me to a neurosurgeon at the biggest hospital here in Auckland as the local one didn’t do neurosurgery. But I only remember the first part, the rests a total blank, I woke up after surgery & once I’d regained conscious awareness enough I still only remembered calling my Mum. So yeah, our brains protect us, even when they’re the organ under attack. It’s the same with my trauma surgery, except I have missing weeks there, not just hours

“Mother will not be happy with that.”

WTF??? Good god, if the author adds anymore red herrings my iPads going to explode & the floors going to be covered in them flipping & flopping away everywhere! & I hate fish! (Except for my little red fishies) Yes I know little red fishies sounds weird, I made it up years ago as an alternative to red herrings, little red fishies are the babies & do minor guesstimating… My spidey web is up a notch & it’s when something makes the web twitch & your trying to figure out what it is… & last but not least is the EGO & that should be self explanatory as it’s the ego portion of my brain & rules the roost

“She said her name was Sarah. I thought that was weird. They typically have names like Brandy or Hope or Tiffany.

Jessie Worst thing is I loved that name, I still do, I planned on using it for a child if I ever got married, or pregnant again, but not after using it for that.

screamed again, louder than the first time. That wasn’t what frightened Clair, though. What frightened her was how abruptly those screams stopped.

Hard to scream without a tongue, at least I think it is

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I feel I want to go back & read these books from the beginning again, with a wiser eye, & look for things I may of overlooked as I was so annoyed with the couple of things that irked me

Heather refused to use a digital camera for important stuff. She said the camera on her phone could never compare to 35mm.

Not these days, price wise

Kloz shouted for the nurse one more time, then filled a pink plastic cup from an equally pink pitcher sitting on the table beside Nash’s bed and held the cup up to his lips. Half the water went down his throat, the other half covered his shirt. Nash really didn’t care, he was so thirsty. He took the cup from Kloz, finished it, and asked for more.

Wanna know a little hospital secret? Those pink jugs get mixed up with the urinal ones all the time… Pink IS supposed to make sure it’s used for patients water only, nothing else… But it just doesn’t work that way, they always run out of urinal ones, or they just don’t care, so they get muddled up If you don’t know what a urinal is, it’s what male patients use to pee in, when they’re bed ridden for the most part, & the urinal jugs are what the nurse will put the pee into from the urinal itself so they can measure what your water expelling count is. Doesn’t that make you thirsty? For a SEALED bottle of anything that is ;)

Nash saw dozens of law enforcement vehicles

I do hope they had parachutes, yes I know, it’s unrealistic, but I think at this stage we need to shove realism into a corner & tell him he can’t play for awhile.

“There are statements here from several members of the staff saying they caught Porter speaking to someone who wasn’t there.

IF you take those files as the truth

saddled

It’s obviously a language colloquial thingymajiggy … but I’d say sidled up & I think most people here & in Aussie would agree

We bled for you, Sam.

Is he, ‘The Kid’? It’s the only child with no name…

His only memories of an interior room at that place came from what he read in the diary.

The brains an amazing thing when it comes to self preservation, I have blanks from my childhood a lot, where I know it saved me from dealing with things that happened & now as an adult I can’t remember it at all, it’s just like a drawn curtain, where you know there’s things on the other side, & you know the basics of what it will be, but those curtains will not budge, these days I wish they would, so I can put my mind to rest about it all, but still no.

he’d be plunged into a darkness thick enough to taste.

Nice wording :)

The light of the candle seemed to like that blade.

Is that ‘the’ knife?

When her voice began to plead, she bit it off,

That makes it look like she cares about him, but they can’t of been Anson & Libby, & those are the only 2 people who would have quite that level of caring for each other, aren’t they?…

“I saw you there, Sam. We all did. Do you feel their eyes on you now? They’re all around you. Can you hear them?

He’s trying to make him feel so dissociated & discombobulated (yes I know, big words!) but anywhos, to be so out of it, that HE will start to believe the lies, hell they could of hypnotized him so that things felt off & maybe he did these things… I think we’ve all had times where we feel like we should know something &/or someone, but we can’t quite put our finger on it, do that long enough, along with no sleep, feeling unwell, massive stress levels to the extreme, & people you trust looking at you like your guilty, & the self doubt wouldn’t just creep in, it’d arrive with an entourage & paparazzi.

Clair was halfway through the meal before she realized she had been hungry, and she knew that was a good sign. A few hours earlier, she had no desire to eat. Her stomach twisted and churned and ached, and the idea of putting any food in there just made her feel sicker. Being hungry was good.

I just had the same thing, sick for 3 days & dudntdidnt eat from Friday night until last night, Monday when I made myself eat as I knew I had to. This morning I’ve actually been hungry & while microwaved chicken nuggets isn’t exactly the food of champions, it’s a start.

“Her too. She’s with me,” Porter said, turning around on the steps. The pilot followed his gaze, a puzzled look on his face. “Who?” Sarah was gone.

Oh dear…

“Comms don’t work well,” Nash pointed out. Stout said, “That’s always been a problem here. It’s all the equipment.”

Yeah, like the MRI machine for a start, it even stops having a radio playing for music, it’ll work, it won’t, it’ll play one channel then only another, it’s bloody annoying, even adjusting the volume will put the radio off course. Used to drive me insane!

This last photograph was one of him staring angrily at the camera.

That doesn’t mean that he was involved, he may of been there as a cop called to the scene, or just on patrol & coming across the incident at whatever stage. I don’t believe he’s guilty of anything other than having too much self doubt

Something in his brain clicked. Porter understood what Bishop was doing. He hung up on her and dialed Poole.

Ditto

“I’m sorry,

Damnit, can’t highlight it all, it may be a giveaway, or nothing, but right now WoW!

Dalton quickly thanked the man and pulled the door closed.

Are they stupid? Have they not heard of drinks being drugged? I’m sure they must of, yet they all take a drink from a random person who knocks on the door! *sigh*

maybe night vision goggles.

My first guess, it’s not going to be sone kind of 3d gaming is it

He didn’t know if he could trust any information from Porter,

I’ve never really seriously doubted his innocence, his character hadn’t felt that way, & I’ll feel disappointed if it turns out he is, if the author decides to swing it that way, it’d feel like a cheap shot, an easy out…

and the crowd became so thick, Poole found it hard to breathe.

That’s a VERY real danger

Something in his coffee, we think.

No! You don’t say! In his coffee? Never accept a drink from strangers… :)

forearm instead, just below his shoulder.

Your forearm isn’t right beneath your shoulder, it’s for the two bones lower than your shoulder…

and tried not to think about what would happen if it ran out of room to expand in the plaster cast.

My thoughts exactly

It’s signed Sam Porter.”

There’s a difference between… It’s signed Sam Porter & It’s signed BY Sam Porter

trail.

& here is the reason AI is still a fair way from being as good as us trail SHOULD BE trial

She went upstairs to meet with a walk-in; someone asking for you.

They must be the most stupid cops at times! Like really?! Someone just happens to pop in to see him, on the one time he’s brought in there? This is like the coffee all over again

Porter

So I get why they blame him now, because they think he should have seen what was going on, but didn’t, so they think he’s just as guilty as the rest.

There were only a handful of cars there, most likely belonging to the several joggers

Oh the irony, drive your car somewhere so you can go for a run… Yes yes I get there may be pretty surroundings & that’s why, it still just tickles me

dirty blonde.

There’s an artist, musical, that I like called Dasha who put out an album called this, with the 1st song called Dirty & the last song called Blonde :)