Frisky Friday Flashy Fiction
Happy Friday! Do you have big plans for the Fourth of July? My daughter and I will be having a quiet dinner followed by possibly a movie night. The weather is supposed to cooperate for those who want to check fireworks.
I’m keeping this week’s post short and sweet and getting to what you’re waiting for.
The detective was up to something, but I had no clue what it could be. Could he have figured out my secret? I doubted it. I’d been very careful. Always cleaned up after myself. Made sure that I never left behind any telltale signs. No one could say anything bad about me. Even more importantly?
I kept up a flawless, respectable appearance. So much so that when I broke my nail doing dishes the previous night, I ran right out and had it repaired. Although I missed my golden blonde locks, I had the red dye job touched up while I was out. Always putting my best foot forward.
I turned up the bottle of medicine and swallowed another mouthful of that heinous elixir. How the hell did I get a cold? I never got sick. Probably happened on that late night trip to the beach. Plus stress. That was a guarantee to wear down a body.
My phone buzzed. Slowly, I rolled over and peered at the screen. I was in no mood to trade text messages with the nosy detective.
CALVIN REEVES: Hey, I wrapped up my work early. Put on your dancing shoes. I can pick you up in two hours.
Was he kidding?
My head hurt, my eyes were blurry, and my teeth chattered like castanets. Maybe the medicine made it worse. I swore I didn’t feel so bad before I spoke to Calvin.
MARY JENKINS: What happened to the raincheck?
CALVIN REEVES: Come on. Let’s have a little fun. I could use the diversion. You said you were feeling better.
If I went out with him that night, he would have hit me with a slew of questions I didn’t care to answer.
MARY JENKINS: I thought I was coming down with a cold. Instead, I think it’s a stomach bug. I just left out of the bathroom. My stomach is killing me.
That should do it. No man in his right mind would want to be with a woman having diarrhea.
CALVIN REEVES: Too bad. Can I get you anything?
Thank God! I didn’t know what else to throw at him.
MARY JENKINS: Don’t trouble yourself. I’ll call you tomorrow.
I tossed the phone to the side and closed my eyes.
This shit needs to pass.
Still sitting on my bike, I stared at my phone for a moment. Could I have been wrong about Mary? If she was really at home in the bed, who had been driving her car? What about the hot pink broken nail?
Immediately, I called Connie. She would have the right answers. If the DNA report was back on that sample, then I’d know the truth.
“This is Connie Hidalgo. How can I help?”
“Connie, it’s Detective Reeves. Any news on that DNA report?”
“I sent over the findings to your email. Didn’t you get it? I can send it again.”
“I’ve been out all day,” I said. “Anything I should know.”
“Plenty, but you should really check your email. There’s somebody you should look into.”
“Is her name Mary Jenkins?”
“No. Try Roberta Atkins. According to her juvenile records, she’s from North Carolina.”
“People move, Connie.”
“I know that, but I don’t believe that’s the case with this person. If she moved, she would have had to escape from a mental hospital. She’s been locked up for the last ten years.”
What the hell?
“I’m heading into the station, Connie.”
“Good. Read your email, and then we can talk.” There was something in her tone that didn’t sit well with me.
“Yeah, I’ll do that.” Pocketing my phone, I started up the engine and drove off. I had to see pictures of Roberta Atkins before I stopped suspecting Mary of any wrongdoing.
Have a great weekend! Stay safe!