Suite Casualty by CeeCee James

Author:CeeCee James [James, CeeCee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

The next morning, I woke up feeling like my eyes had been used as a preschooler’s sandbox. I squinted into the darkness and rubbed at them, then stared at the black streak across the back of my hand.

It was then that I remembered that I hadn’t washed my face before I’d gone to bed the night before. My eyes never were happy about me sleeping in mascara.

I stumbled to the bathroom. Brilliant light made me wince. I’d forgotten Momma had the maintenance man install LED bulbs in all the sockets. I glanced in the mirror and jumped. There was a certain reality of one’s facial features that shouldn’t be experienced illuminated like a microwave oven the first thing in the morning.

I groaned and began to splash water on my face. The crispness of it awakened me enough to go stumble into the shower.

Thirty minutes later, I was clean, conditioned, and my hair blown dry. I felt alive and ready to start the day.

A scratch at my door proved that Bingo realized I was awake. I opened it and he waddled in. Yep. Definitely too many snacks. He climbed into his favorite spot under my desk and heaved a contented sigh.

I applied some mascara, trying to remember what was on my to-do list this morning. Seeing my laptop open reminded me of my dream. Suitcases.

What was it about suitcases?

It came to me like a flash. That label on the handle had said Milan, not Madrid like Dayton had told me. And I’d wondered if it were a simple slip of the tongue.

Or had he been hiding something?

I yanked my chair out and sat, with Bingo grumbling that he had to scoot over to make room for my feet. I felt like I needed to look into these two cities. Call it a hunch, but whenever I got that gut feeling I paid attention to it.

Come on. Come on. I drummed my fingers on the desk as I waited for my laptop to wake up, my foot dancing up and down to rub Bingo’s neck. Finally, the search engine opened. I typed in Madrid in the engine, chewing the inside of my cheek, not at all sure of what I was looking for. A list popped up of travel sites, with a few news stories sprinkled among them.

I scrolled down the list. Nothing stood out to me.

I typed in Milan and waited for the results. A new list populated, showing the same things as before. Quickly, my eyes scanned the lines. Tour site. Population information. A fight broke out at a restaurant.

Wait. What was this?

Judge reprimands courthouse security.

The article was from a few days prior. I clicked the link to read.

Judge Corroley called out courthouse security, Austin Maricio for failing to guard evidence gathered against one of the mob bosses, Dario Torino. The diamonds, estimated in the millions, disappeared overnight. Judge Corroley was forced to drop charges against Mr. Torino in light of the missing evidence. Torino was accused of having a long reaching arm clear to NY with affiliations with third circuit judge Martin Davis.

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