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Daily Distraction: DARK FIBER – a serial thriller, episode 29

Posted on August 18, 2014

Before he ventured on the net, Matt scanned and filed the fifty plus emails that had landed his inbox during his ride home. Most messages dealt with Dallas Bard and about Giddyap’s brightening future, ranging from covert inquiries to undisguised prying. He’d deal with them later. First he had to color in the life of his avatar. From now on Jonathan Groen was the illustrious Dallas Bard. Pasting in pictures and uploading documents, forging chats and email exchanges, he thought back to the day Victoria suggested to recruit a total stranger for the job. He’d been skeptic, had preferred an actor, someone he could pay and ditch as soon as the job was done. Victoria had laid out the threats of his plan: a contract, a honorarium, endless drivel over expenses, not to mention…

Daily Distraction: DARK FIBER – a serial thriller, episode 27

Posted on July 24, 2014

The customs officer responded like he heard Pavlov’s bell ringing. He might have let Matt off the hook with a warning or a stern look, maybe a lecture about courtesy and god knows what, but that option went up in smoke when Matt uttered his curse. Instead, the officer slapped the scratched aluminum table behind him. “Open up,” he barked, pointing at the suitcase. Matt hoisted the suitcase and the duffel on the table. Without waiting for permission the man zipped open the bag and emptied its contents on the table. As submissive as possible, Matt unlocked the suitcase and stepped away from the table in what he hoped would look like a respectful manner. The latexed hands of the customs officer grabbed through Matt’s laundry and when he couldn’t find fault,…

Daily Distraction: DARK FIBER – a serial thriller, episode 26

Posted on July 22, 2014

Chapter 3 – Matt   The worst part of the red eye had not been the humiliating plea for a possible upgrade, which he failed to get, or the agonizing long wait before his luggage arrived at the belt. The true horror had been the dark, when the lights went out and the windows were darkened, when the massive body of guy sitting next to him bulged under the armrest and pushed him against the old lady sitting on his other side. He had fled to the bathroom and spent the major part of the red-eye there. It was small as a coffin but at least the glaring light kept him breathing. Matt looked up from his hands and dropped the toothpick with which…