That Rock Don’t Roll

Blake Brennon is a sports investigative reporter for a national sports magazine. Little did he realize when he started his profession it would take him to wild and dangerous situations.

The football was on the fifty-yard line. A running back for the Orange County Rhinos ran around left end and broke free for an apparent touchdown. At the ten-yard line he fell down, listless from head to foot. He wasn’t hit. “What could have happened?” asked Sports Register Magazine reporter Blake Brennon to his boss, Rex Harrington. Both were watching the game in TV.

“Sounds like something you need to look into,” ordered Rex. “We just got a call from the stadium saying Cadillac Williams has been carried off then field much to the dismay of millions of football fans watching in person and on TV. Get down there!”

Blake was always looking out for people, especially cheerleaders. Tiffany was distraught. Blake took Tiffany home. “Please come in Blake. I just can’t be alone tonight,” whimpered Tiffany.

“Okay, but I sleep on the couch,” said Blake as his conscience got the better of him.

“Okay, we’ll sleep on the couch. But we’d really be more comfortable in my bed,” said Tiffany.

Blake is a true sportsman. He likes his residence. He has 9 televisions including one in two of his three bathrooms. There are four radios. Blake often has all the TV’s going at once, unless his has a date, then he cuts down to one. After all, sports is his business!

Blake set a date to meet Tiffany later in the stadium parking lot.

“Hey Tiff! Open the (car) door. Your lover is here.” Tiff didn’t open the door so Blake opened it and couldn’t believe what he saw.

“Tiff, Tiff, are you okay?” But Blake saw the bullet hole in her head and saw her lifeless body sitting in the driver’s seat. Tiffany was dead.

Blake was trying to get something on a suspected killer But the good doctor rebuffed him with some big thugs and threw Blake out of his hospital.

“I’ll be back,” said Blake. “Maybe I can match your bubbas with my bubbas!”

“You better bring more bubbas than that. I have a hospital full of them. Now get out of here!”

Blake couldn’t believe that he won $300 million in the lottery. That much money changed his life, but not all for the good. Blake was kidnapped for ransom.

Blake woke up in a shabby room. His head was throbbing. It took about twenty minutes to get his wits about him. He was in his underwear. What was going on?

But Blake wasn’t going to stop being an investigative reporter. There was just too much going on in Orange County, California, and other states.

A high school cheerleader was killed. Who did it? He was going to find out.

Blake had a love-hate relationship with the county sheriff’s office. He used them to get information but found himself used by them.

He got close to a deputy sheriff.

“Are you sure Petunia is your real name?” asked Blake.

“You media pigs like that name, don’t you? Are you going to pump me for information like the LA Times guy did?”

She was the most beautiful women Blake had ever seen. But Blake had an autopsy to get to. He would see a lot more of Pet. A lot more. But almost every time he sees her, she seems to have questions from the sheriff’s office. But he grilled her too. He started to ask her questions about a case.

“Before we start. You know how you bloats go to school and learn how to ask tricky questions?” asked Pet.

“Don’t know what you mean,” Blake answered.

“Yeah, well, cops go to school too and learn the same tricks for two reasons. One is to interrogate the bad guys and two, we learn how to answer attorneys and reporters.”

Blake replied: “But I’m innocent!”

“Your eyebrows are so high when you say that I think they are going to fly off your face,” said Pet.

Neither of them turned out to be innocent.

A lot happens to Blake and everyone around him. Do they all survive?