“May I help you?” Carol asks sharply, her face scrunching up. “This is a private meeting, you know.” “Sorry to intrude,” Inspector Robinson says, flashing her badge and not looking at all sorry. “I’m Inspector Robinson. I’m investigating the homicide of Rosalita Chavez. This is Detective Brady. She is investigating the homicide of Ashley Stevenson.” … Continue Reading
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Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter twelve, part three
I go to the kitchen to make myself a rum and coke before returning to the living room. I slump in the couch, ready to think some more. I can’t get Harry out of my mind, despite any solid evidence pointing at him. However, any theory involving Harry doesn’t take into account the note, the… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter eleven, part three
“Hello?” Vashti’s voice is soothing to my ears. “Vashti? This is Rayne. How would you like to go the Wild West with me tonight?” She agrees and says she’ll be over in a half hour. It gives me enough time to change. I wriggle into a slim black skirt that reaches my ankles. I pull… Continue Reading
Don’t Rayne On My Parade; chapter eight, part two
“I’m not really sure.” He still won’t look at me. “She wouldn’t talk to me after that. I assume Moira told Annie I confronted her.” The truth, but not all of it. He is sweating again, so I push the issue. “What did you talk to Moira about the night before the party?” I have… Continue Reading
Marital Duplicity; chapter thirteen, part one
“Gah.” I sit upright as my phone bleeps Jasmine’s ring. “What?” I glance over at Rembrandt, who is as still as if he’s dead. I poke him in the shoulder and am gratified to see him roll over so I know he’s not dead. “I got a note. Under my door. I can’t believe it,… Continue Reading
Marital Duplicity; chapter eleven, part one
I dress in a pair of nice black slacks and a high-neck red blouse before going to the kitchen to patch together a semblance of a dinner. There’s some macaroni and cheese from the deli, and I make some boxed mashed potatoes as well. I don’t care what anyone says—I love that shit. I toast… Continue Reading
Marital Duplicity; chapter nine, part one
“Megan, I’d love to meet you for a cup of coffee after work. Seward Cafe at six?” It’s an email from Lee Bradley, and it’s the first thing I read when I get up. I dash off a quick yes, and I’m pleased to have made progress. I get through work with minimal mistakes before… Continue Reading
Marital Duplicity; chapter seven, part one
“Megan. You look good.” Jasmine eyes me critically as she opens her front door. I’m wearing a black dress that covers all my assets as well as my tattoos. Jasmine is wearing a flowered pink dress, and she actually has on a matching hat. “Don’t worry. I won’t speak out of turn, and I’ll try… Continue Reading
Marital Duplicity; chapter six, part two
I hang up and take a few notes on my phone. I feel a bubble of excitement because finally, I have a lead. Granted, it’s second-hand, and it’s flimsy, but it’s still more than I had ten minutes ago. I think about what I’ve learned. Bob was concerned about improprieties at his church. He wanted… Continue Reading