“Is this right?” The police sketch artist, name of Meg, held up a composite. We were in an interview room, and I was starting to get claustrophobic. “Nose is too big,” I said, frowning at the picture. She had done a good job capturing the guys general likeness, but there was something missing. Needless to… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter seven, part three
“Ms. Hsu! Ms. Hsu!” Someone was calling to me from a great distance away. I wanted whoever it was to leave me alone so I could sleep. I was so fucking tired. Soon, I was being shaken awake, and I opened one eye to see who was disturbing me. It was Detective Martinez, and he… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter seven, part two
“What about Digger?” I asked, more to shake her up than because I thought it was him. “No, why, what? Why would Digger???” Kayla couldn’t finish the sentence with the proper amount of indignation it called for, possibly since she remembered that I had her packet of blackmail material. “Tosca,” I said softly, watching Kayla’s… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter seven, part one
“Where the hell have you been?” Matt snapped the minute I walked into the apartment. I took a long look at him before turning around and leaving again. I re-entered the room and held up a hand to forestall him from repeating his question. “Hello, Matt. It’s good to be home. How are you?” I… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter six, part three
“Here you go, Apple,” Jet said, deftly transferring what appeared to be zucchini tempura onto Julia’s plate. “Let me know when you need more, Watermelon.” Jet called Banana any fruit other than Banana which Banana found hilarious—Julia, not so much. “Let’s get to work!” Banana said through a mouthful of tempura. She pounded her fist… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter six, part two
“Hello?” I barked, not pleased to be talking and cooking at the same time. However, I was physically unable to let a ringing phone ring, much to my chagrin. More than one salesperson had been on the receiving end of a tongue-lashing by me for interrupting whatever it was I had been doing. Anu Dosh,… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter six, part one
I sat in the darkness, welcoming the solitude. Matt was out with his college buddies at my insistence because I needed time alone. When they called right after the cops left, he had been reluctant to go out because of what was happening and because it was a Sunday night. When I impressed upon him… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter five, part three
I kept myself ramrod as I marched to my car because I knew better than to show fear. Once I had driven out of eyesight of the detectives, however, I allowed my body to sag. I cursed Kayla under her breath for running to Matt with her problems, Matt for beseeching me to help out,… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter five, part two
“I’ll see Danny room now,” I said, abruptly standing up. Kayla got up as well, dashing her eyes with her arm. I followed her down a hallway until we reached the very last door. “Here it is,” she said, opening the door. I blinked in amazement at what I saw. There was a big-screen television… Continue Reading
Out of Sight, Into Mind; chapter five, part one
It had started three months ago when her coke supplier—who had also been a bouncer at her club—decided to move to Florida. He was sick of the Minnesota winters and figured he could do a booming business in the tropics. Kayla didn’t know why he thought that, but she begged him not to go. He… Continue Reading