Tabloid - Action Pack 1: Features Episodes 1 and 2 from the Serialized Crime Thriller

Robin Masters and Crime Code Books present an exciting serialized crime thriller. Tabloid will be released each week as a serial with each weekly episode revealing a new and exciting piece of the puzzle. Make sure to check in each week for the latest update to this exciting story.

Tabloid: Episode 1
When her long and illustrious career as a scribe for many of the world's great news agency comes to a Grecian finale, journalist Billy Edmonds finds herself unremarkable, depressed, and scraping the dregs of a sub-par tabloid writing third-rate stories that fall below the fold, passed page fifty, and almost always next to a Bubba Gump Shrimp coupon. However, things change when she's implicated in the murder of a girl found floating in the Harlem River. Desperation and intrigue ignites her investigative curiosity and what she uncovers is worthy of front page news, but instead of accolades and a Pulitzer, Billy finds herself arrested by the F.B.I., the cause of a U.S. Senator's death, and the blame of a city-wide riot.

Tabloid: Episode 2
While in jail on Federal obstruction charges, Billy reflects on her story and tries to figure out what she did wrong and who set her up. She relates to her cellmate how a chance meeting with a young girl on the train triggered this entire investigation.

Here's a little peek at what's inside: I couldn't believe that I was in this situation. This was not what I had envisioned when I wrote the story. "I need to piece a few more things together." I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Jesus, I should've done this way before."
"Do you always talk to yourself?" Karen asked.
"When I'm thinking, yes."
"What are you thinking about?"
I shook my head and sighed. "Nothing."
"I know a lot of people like you."
I looked over at Karen, frowned, and sat beside her. "Like who?"
"Thieves and murderers."
I grimaced and said, "I don't consider myself either."
She nodded her head. "You mind if I give a little insight?"
I looked over at her, took a deep breath, and shrugged my shoulders. "Why not? It's not like I'm going anywhere."
"I didn't come to the city to fuck. I'm from Iowa. I had big dreams of making it on Broadway. I took a job at what I thought was a modeling agency and ended up with some guy named Fly."
"Fly? You put your dreams in the hands of a man named Fly?"
She nodded. "Fly said that he could get me a gig on Broadway. He got me on Broadway alright." She laughed and said, "At a strip joint on Forty-second and Eighth."
I chuckled. "Why didn't you just leave?"
She shrugged her shoulders and said, "The money. All I had to do was flash my tits and listen to rich men bitch about their lives." She leaned back and said, "I don't consider myself a stripper. I'm more like a topless therapist."
I nodded my head and widened my eyes. "So, why are you locked up?"
"One of my clients is some rich pastor of a mega church. He told me something about a bunch of money he stole and now the Feds want to know." She pointed to herself and said, "But I told them that would violate the client confidentiality."
"I don't think..." I rocked my head and took a deep breath. "Nevermind."
She shifted on the bench and said, "I'm a good listener and we're probably here for the next twenty-four hours, so talk to me. Let me help you figure out what you need to find out."
I leaned back and crossed my arms. "Sure, why not."
"I find that it's always good to start from the beginning," she said.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I guess this all began on the six train one day last week."