Flipping Fates by A. C. Williams

Author:A. C. Williams [Williams, A. C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: kansas comedy, romantic comedy action, church secretary romance, clean Romance, childhood sweethearts romance, humorous romance
Publisher: Uncommon Universes Press
Published: 2021-06-16T22:00:00+00:00

Now There’s the Police

Seeing the police in my living room is becoming far too common. I think I’m even beginning to recognize the generic patrolmen, and—what’s worse—I have a sneaking suspicion that they recognize me too.

At least it’s only one or two officers, although from how they’re acting I suspect that more will be stopping in soon. Because, no, it’s not sugar or salt in that baggie that fell out of the ugly doll’s cracked-open head. It’s cocaine.

Cocaine.

Stuffed inside the creepiest, ugliest doll known to man.

And I thought it was horrifying before.

“Oh, no, officer. Of course, not.” Dad shuffles awkwardly. “My daughter found it at a house she and her friends are cleaning.”

The officer—Raymond, his tag says—glances at me. He’s not the one I have seen before. He must be new. But that’s okay. He’ll learn my name soon enough.

Officer Baker, the other policeman hovering nearby, used to be new too. But I first met him during the ordeal with Jordin. Then I saw him again during the conflagration with the South Grove Crips last year. He knows me now, or at least he knows how much trouble I inadvertently cause.

I shift on the couch uncomfortably, the press of Aaron’s fingers in my shoulder barely registering through the tension.

“There’s a room in the basement,” I say. “It’s full of dolls just like this.”

I point to the mangled mess of porcelain on the coffee table.

The police had broken open the arms and legs too, and—lo and behold!—more cocaine. The doll was literally packed head to toe with the stuff.

Officer Raymond scowls. “What house is this?”

“It’s 1919 West Maple,” I say, my voice shaking slightly. “It’s—well, it’s orange.”

The officer makes a note and glances at Officer Baker, nodding at him. Baker starts gathering up the doll pieces in an evidence bag.

“And you said this house was—donated?” Raymond curls his upper lip.

“To the Union Rescue Mission,” Dad says. “Our singles were using it as an opportunity for a summer ministry project. Cleaning it out. Fixing it up.”

Raymond pins me with a glare. “And you didn’t think a whole room full of dolls was suspicious?”

“There’s also a whole roomful of puppets, sheet music, and toilet rolls.” I shrug. “Creepy dolls just seemed par for the course.”

He lifted his pen off the notepad. “And why did you bring it home?”

A burning flush sets my face on fire. “To prove a point.”

“And that point was?”

I slumped my face into my hands. “That it wasn’t haunted.”

“Haunted?” Dad chokes.

Aaron sighs behind me.

I lean back against the couch. “A ghost hunter came in and told us the dolls were possessed. And I wanted to prove that they weren’t. So I brought it home.”

“A ghost hunter?” Raymond’s tone makes him sound like I just told him the sky is orange.

I shake my head. “Yes.”

“Well, that’s a new one,” Baker laughs.

Raymond chuckles. “We’ll report this and send someone by to check it out.” He tucks his notebook back into his belt and offers a smile. “You know, I’ve heard your name around the department.

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