Falling Into Green by Cher Fischer

Author:Cher Fischer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashland Creek Press
Published: 2012-05-01T00:00:00+00:00

32

Call me crazy.

Why should I care?

Because …

I’m not cleaning this mess up without placing blame where it’s due—on Detective Suzy Whitney.

After all, what do I have that’s worth ransacking my house for? Worth killing for?

And Detective Whitney is the only one who knows about that piece of cassette tape I found.

Unless someone saw me find it. And watched me bring it home.

Is it possible?

Either way, I want Whitney to know what’s happened.

I crawl into the kitchen, fumble over a frying pan, and struggle to grip the open drawers beneath the counter. As I work to pull my body up, I see my underwear, tossed but still somewhat stacked. I think, for a moment, it’s interesting they didn’t dump my panties on the floor—which at least indicates that it wasn’t a panty-raid sex-crime type thing—right?

I cling to the recycled counter, grab the phone, and fall back to the floor, almost hitting my jaw on the still-open panty drawer on the way down.

Then, I call the …

Bitch.

There, I’ve said it.

I dial 911, get the Majorca Point PD, ask for Detective Whitney, and when she finally comes on the phone, I practically foam at the mouth, saying, “Two men were at my house last night. They knocked me out with chloroform. They almost killed me.”

“Calm down, Green.”

She doesn’t sound as alarmed as I’d expected, or hoped.

“You’re not making any sense,” she continues.

“Next, I’m going to call KLAT,” I retort, “and let them know there’s been a crime committed here. A crime that’s linked to the murder of the heiress Abigail Pryce. Then, I’m going to make sure my face is front and center in those cameras, and I’m going to give them my professional, and personal, opinion as to what those creeps were after.”

There’s a pause.

“Which, in case you’ve forgotten,” I add, “is the piece of evidence I called you about. The evidence your own people failed to find at the crime scene.”

Another pause. I know she’s trying to resist, but she can’t.

“Do you still have this evidence?” she asks finally.

“You’ll have to come here to find out.”

I hang up.

Then I call Hugo.

~

It’s almost laughable.

They arrive at the exact same time, as if racing each other to the scene.

I can’t say for sure whether they started from the same location. After all, Detective Whitney could have been connected to me from anywhere, and I called Hugo on his cell phone, so who really knows if they were cavorting somewhere? But when they pull their respective (or non-respective) cars into my driveway—his green Hummer, her chartreuse (yep, chartreuse) mega-SUV—they nearly collide.

Hah!

Maybe they do belong together. Two gas-addicts living off each other’s fumes. Now, that adds a new dimension to “’Til death do us part.”

I’m sitting on my front step under the glare of the morning sun with a nearly empty glass of water in my right hand and three apple cores lying at my feet. I feel a little better.

I haven’t washed my face or brushed my teeth or hair—I don’t have the energy for that yet.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.