1) Detective Kris Kent witnesses three men throw a bound man into the trunk of an old Chevy and drive off. She chases after them but loses them when their car disappears off a dock into water without leaving a trace. 2) She finds the abandoned man, Drake, and cuts him free. She invites him back to her place for a drink and movie to learn more. During the movie they share a kiss but are interrupted by Kris's realization that the men's disappearance was a perfect crime through invisible borderlands of time. 3) Kris realizes the men must have traveled through time to commit the perfect crime and elude her. She is determined to solve this puzzle of the invisible borderlands of time

1. INVISIBLE BORDERLANDS
Detective Kris Kent
Steven Sutherland 1/23/2016

2. Time
Two clocks exist.
Chronos-Ticking. Kairos-Moments Seized.
The first understanding of time must have been measured in the questions conjured from the
distance between light and darkness. Reflections that mirror off the lakes and streams of our world
above, entice our eyes, to dive into a different world taking up time and space where we exist now.
Which answers are hearts cry for a place, where neither light or darkness controls, it is a vast land
where we can travel in time, to places that awaken our heart, soul and mind.
Time is entirey different for each life.
If you board the wrong train, it makes no sense running down the corridor in the other direction. We
each start our day on the wrong foot watching time tick away. When the symphony dazzles us
through the adventure of each note, we seem to get lost, time accelorates by and yet we capture
and hold on to the moment. Some moments paralyze us and we simply can not let go of them.
simply walking through the day following the same old clocks can numb us to greatness we could
and should experience.
Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of time, because
the days are evil.

3. Part I
Chapter 1
Kris Kent
I squinted across my bedroom at my alarm clock, hidden by my essentials, Awww phooey, I've
had it with this day anyways. I crashed backwards as my hair poofed scattering every which way
and my head took the full impact squishing the two pillows behind me. It did not take long at all for
my heavy eyes to carry me far off beyond the invisible borders, where visible images, convincingly
genuine, play with me there, as they often do. I'm not tracking, it seems to get the best of me, it
scoffs in the echoed and emptied hallways of my mind.
I was slammed in a tight dark chamber and the distinctive sound assured me, I was locked in. I feel
a sudden chill in the air as my body recoils from the horripilation trip like falling dominos to my
bodies extremities. The distinct smell permeates the chambers, one I have come to know a bit to
well. The unmistakeable smell of gunpowder had me thinking I had been miniaturized. The sudden
movement upward, made me tremble with fear as I heard the click of the safety lever and similar
sound that hurtled me out of the chamber reeling toward a bright light, extreme heat and an a
abrupt explosion. I was not certain if I was dead, alive or in a warped dream state at this point. I
can tell you one thing for sure, my heart was defibrillating outside my chest and I was sucking for
the tiniest of air to survive. I was denigrated to a shell of whom I use to be. The impact was
massive as we tore through the flesh, the stench of blood and the crushing of bone as I was
fragment, split sent scourging and scattered to pieces there. I was gasping for air, sat straight up in
bed, slowly opened my eyes, to see I was indeed just fine. I settled myself down, looked at the
digital clock, 12:00PM, it said. I laid my head back down on my pillow, eyes wide open and I
certainly wasn't ready to see if time stood still and I knew I could not go right back, to where I was.
Nope, that was just not gonna happen. Not on my watch.
I have a one-track mind, some think I’m a bit obsessed about it. I have no qualms with the entire
matter. My answer of course, “Well, you’re absolutely right, I want all of it.” It’s quite important in my
eyes and perhaps more precious than I realize. They say you can have to much of it, I’m not sure I
subscribe to such notions. I personally love the way it can suspend you, hold you, take you back
and bring you forward and completely capture you. I just want more, so much more. I am selfish, it
is mine after all, all mine. I love its freedom to explore unknown borders and claim it on the spot.
It’s so, intriguing, right? I love how its with me all day. It makes me laugh, cry. Did I mention, I want
more? Even when, I can barely keep my sleepy eyes open, I’m reaching out for more, more
precious time.

4. Life seems to always border on its own timetable, it so predictable, that I'm constantly left out of the
equation. As much as life doesn't appear to add up in this dimension, I'd like to think, I make a
difference in the universe. My digital clock, you know, white, smallish, orange glow around the
charcoal paper with numerical numbers and the white alarm button on top. Yes, the white button,
that's so damn annoying, when it goes off. Why does time tend to piss me off, throw me off, rush
me and leave me feeling behind? I have learned to use this weakness, to my advantage at the
scene of any crime. Limits, like fears, are often an illusion. So as much as I try to frame the
moment, I challenge myself to see beyond what time is allowing me to take in. I subtract anxiety
and concentrate on the facts. Time after all, is the indefinite continued progress of existence and
events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. I like to think our lives are timeless, we
have meaning beyond this lifetime. The past, present, and the future, make us matter, though time
cares not. Maybe, it does?
It was now 1:00 AM, I could barely hear the ominous wind howling through the window panes. I
wanted to roll over and put my king size pillow over my head. Something inside was coaxing me to
move and peer through the mini blinds, down below to the cimmerian street. I traipsed over in my
dishabille chemise, shredding the cob webs in my head, that kept me floating aimlessly as I
carefully opened the mini blinds with my fingers, spying out toward the street.
I could sense my hearts awakening, as it kicked in. I began to gather my thoughts, in hopes to be
sound, as I began to take stock of my home.
The high winds continued to stake its claim, control, with down branches blowing across the
roadway like tumbleweeds. I just couldn’t believe my eyes, these three guys slammed the doors on
a throw back 57 Chevy, it was two tone, black and white. I swear the males were straight out of the
movie Grease. They had slicked back hair, black leather jackets, white t-shirts, blue jeans, white
socks and penny loafers. The white trunk lit up like a candle on the street light, as the one tall guy
popped it open with his fist. I got a pretty good look at his face. The whole scene was so crazy.
The other two approached the trunk and pulled out a body, it was a guy with a black hood over his
head, with both arms double cuffed behind his back as they yanked him around.
I went from curious to pissed off in a second. I slid my legs quickly one by one into my Calvin Cline
black leather leggings up and over my fine part as I grabbed my Glock 17, my shoulder bag, keys
as I fled out the door, slamming it behind me.

5. I immediately drew Jake from my holster, screamed, ”Stand Down” as the three thugs jumped back
into the throw back, sped off burning rubber. I fired three shots, nearly missing the left tire, as they
fled. They left the guy there standing innocently, blue jeans, gray cashmere sweater. I approached
him from behind, with Jake still drawn as I approached. He just listened as I barked out the orders.
I called out, “What’s your name?” He answered politely, “Um, not Jake, ma’am? “ I said, “Not funny
sir, what’s your name?” He answered quickly sensing the urgency, “Drake.” He could sense her
breath on his neck, as she yanked the black hood off and turned him around.
I couldn’t help but notice, he had that unshaven dark clean look with killer blue eyes, dark wavy
hair and a very nice fine part. He carefully checked me out, trying not to offend me as he looked
down at the ground for a second. Now he could feel my blue eyes piercing through him as I asked
the next two questions, “Are you all right sir?” “What the hell happened?”, she screamed. “This shit
can’t happen in my neighborhood ever!”, she bantered out. Drake answered quietly, “They came
from behind as I was walking, grabbed my wallet, the hood, the cuffs and the trunk.” “They didn’t
sound like they were, um, from this century?”, Drake went on explaining. “Thank you for saving me,
and what’s your name?”, Drake queried on. I pulled his arms safely to where she could see them
and began to cut his wrists free from the plastic cuffs. “Detective Kris Kent, lay down here face
down and don’t move!”, she hammered out.
I ran to my GT3 RS, unlocked the doors, jumped in, quick start, floored the pedal to catch the
hoods. My adrenaline was off the charts. They gained some distance on me. I was quite aware
they were on a one way street headed to nowhere. GT3 is clearly my no escape clause. I was
gaining on them, windows down and Jake ready to fire. I quickly realized I was barefoot when I left
my flat. How queer? I guess you can take the gal from Kentucky, but you can’t take Kentucky out of
the gal. Hmmm... I could feel the turbo kick in, redefining gotcha, as they could now see me in their
rearview mirror. I knew this chase was all but minutes from being over, as the high pursuit was
bordering reckless abandon. The faster we went, the more pissed I got. I wanted these idiots bad
now. They were heading straight to the bay? I was trying to anticipate their next move, the docks
were just ahead. I started to decrease my speed, I was focused in and the end was insight. The
funny thing was, as I was preparing to stop, they did the unthinkable, they hit the gas. Were they
high? I hit my brakes, fish tailed right, spun a complete circle as I watched. The vintage Chevy left
the dock and what? It disappeared, in mid air. I could hardly believe my eyes. It surpassed all logic
and it was an ensuing death wish, last time I looked. I couldn’t deny it, no car, no splash, just me
and the waterfront. I button up Jake in my holster, hit the gas, shaking my head the whole way
back.

6. I finally reached my place, did a quick you turn and parked in my usual spot. I could feel the wind
pushing against my door as I tried to get out. I shut the door, hit the locks and saw Drake, laying
right where I left him. “Drake, you can get up now!”, I hollered out. “Detective Kent, what happened,
you look like you have seen a ghost?”, he said. I always thought, I had a pretty good poker face,
but tonight, has obviously got me off my game.
Not knowing this guy from Adam and yet knowing all he’s been through, I bantered a question right
back at him. “Drake, what were you intending to do tonight?”, I fired out. I listen to him as we both
regrouped. I thought long and hard about his original question though. I’m just beginning to get a
handle on Drake and I have no handle on what the hell just happened to those three guys in the 57
Chevy. Not one clue at all? We passed the breeze as long as we could, we both could tell we were
getting pretty cold. I needed to do something normal, I wasn’t ready to let Drake go. I could tell he
was into me. In my line of work, that doesn't happen very often.
“Drake, you up for a cold one?”, I inquired. “We can stream a good throwback flick of a gangster
movie!”, I quickly threw out. Drake nodded in agreement and was walking by my side.
That was it, we were off for some chill time. Something about the whole night with the throw back
car and those thugs, said gangster movie and beers to me. I didn’t want to mess with karma
tonight, just Drake. Oops, I can’t believe that slipped. I mean really, maybe Drake has some clues?
I have the tall guys face etched forever in my mind.I unlocked my door as we entered my place. I
did some quick straightening of my sack, walked to the fridge and grabbed some cold ones. We
sank into the coach, popped the lids off our beers, as I ran the remote with skill. I heard Drake
crack up as he watched me rock it. Hey, like what? A girls not a loud to rock a remote? I slid
through the categories on the big screen to Action, right! Then it hit me, it wasn’t a throwback
though, I clicked on Run All Night. We grabbed our beers and sat back comfy in the couch and with
one another. The wind was still whistling through the window as I gave it a quick dirty look to hush.
The movie started off amazing, with the usual creepy forest, with a misty lake and a guy on his
back staring up at the camera. The crazy haunting music, killer!
I could feel Drake warm breath near my neck, as I leaned back and settled in there. Something
seemed right about all of this. You think I would be exhausted. I was wide awake. I couldn’t help it
as I got lost in the dialog, that their was something we would have to solve along the way. Maybe,
just maybe it would give me a clue of what happened to the dudes? Then there was the one line
the guy was thinking, I always knew that my sins would catch up to me. I paused the remote, Drake
grabbed my hand, took me in his arms and we kissed. Then we stopped, looked at one another
quietly. Drake garbled out a, “What?” I didn’t have an answer, it was as if time stood still for that
one minute. Then like that, it was gone. I didn’t know if I was onto something, high or off on a bad
lead. I mean, know one would believe me. They would think, I’m completely nuts. The thing I
treasure most in life is time, it can be in my place, where I can escape and go to different places.

7. Drake looked at me, as I put my finger to his lips to hushed him. I settled back in his comfy strong
arms, as I let the time thing play out in my head, over and over again. It didn’t make sense? Yet, it
was all that made sense! I quickly realized, I was off to invisible borderlands, where the perfect
crimes are played out. Just like the one, that happened right in front of me.