“Well, whoever did this missed everything vital,” Dr. Green said to me sternly, looking at me over the top of her glasses. “You’re lucky, Ms. Chen. Whoever did this either didn’t intend to kill you or had really bad aim. Either way, you should be thankful. You’re also damn lucky you made it here in… Continue Reading
Category Archives: Murder Mystery
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter nine, part one
“Bea, you’re running late,” Antoinette said in a bossy tone as I dressed for work Monday morning. I ignored her as she was not the boss of me, no matter what she seemed to think. A huge yawn escaped from me before I could swallow it. Rafe and I hadn’t gone to bed until well… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter eight, part four
“Well, here we are,” Brian said, flicking on the lights. “Home, sweet home.” “You didn’t live together?” I asked, already knowing the answer. I just wanted to see his face when he tried to explain why they weren’t living together. “Nope,” Brian said easily, ignoring the implied question. “Take all the time you need.” He… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter eight, part three
“Bea? Oh, I’m so glad I caught you,” she sobbed, making it difficult for me to understand her. “Please, can you come over again? I-I really need to talk to you.” “I was just going to dinner,” I protested feebly, knowing that I’d cave in the end. Something about an older person weeping on my… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter eight, part two
“Ms. Chen?” It was Detective Bradley, and he was with another officer who wasn’t the other detective. “Detective Bradley and Officer Johnson. May we come in?” The detective was glowering at me, though it seemed a bit perfunctory. The officer, on the other hand, kept his face bland. “This way.” I gestured for them to… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter eight, part one
I arrived at the park a few minutes late, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even supposed to be at work, but I had to find out what was happening with the park. There was an unfamiliar car parked in Eddie’s usual spot. I wondered who had the gall to use his space. I glanced… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter seven, part two
“You have a girlfriend, Henry?” My mother said, her eyes lighting up. I could see the vision of plump grandbabies dancing in her thoughts. Never mind that Hank was only twenty—if he had a girlfriend, then hope sprang eternal. “Yup, her name is Beth. I met her in an ethics class.” Hank attended Century College—a… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter seven, part one
“Wake up, sunshine,” Rafe said, kissing me in a very convincing matter. “What do you say to spending a day at the lake? It’s beautiful out.” One of the perks to living in Minnesota was absolutely glorious summer days. “Go away,” I said grumpily, not falling for the famous Rafe charm. “I’m not talking to… Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter six, part one
“Beezus, you have got to listen to me.” My mother was on me the minute I walked in the door. She was on her second martini which meant it was a rough day for her. “Frieda told Zelda that that boy you got fired, what was his name? Your boss’s nephew—he’s pretty angry at you. … Continue Reading
Duck, Duck, Dead Duck; chapter five
“If I were hiding something, where would it be?” I muttered, prowling the green room early in the morning. Eddie was around somewhere, but not in the green room. I was glad he had been at the park because otherwise I would have been forced to scale the outside gate and to open the door… Continue Reading