November 19, 2015 by tahenryauthoress
Today I am channeling Churchill. If you’re going through hell, keep going. Yes, I know he didn’t actually say this but it’s damn good and Churchill was a master of pithy imaginative sayings. So let’s chalk another one up to him and call it good job.
Got two new Nanos at the morning write in. It was so exciting. Got to meet another SnoValley member that I didn’t know. Got to talk to new people about what they are writing and how it is going for them. I tried to block out the woman who is already at 41K. LOL.
Words Today: 2399
Time Spent: about an hour and a half at the write in and maybe 20-30 minutes more while the kiddo was in parkour.
Total Words: 29187
Estimated Completion Date: Dec 3
Wednesday morning I decided to call the detective first thing. I hadn’t heard from him since he left my house so abruptly Monday night. Maybe it was time to cook for him again. I dialed his office at seven thirty and then again at eight. He answered on the second ring.
“My name is amicus curaie.” I tried to make my voice mysterious.
“You’re a friend of the court?” I could hear Spence trying not to laugh.
“More like a friend to the investigation.” I adjusted.
“Tess, next time you want to make an anonymous call, don’t do it from your cell phone with your caller ID unblocked.”
“Oh, damn, indeed. I thought we agreed you were going to stop poking into other people’s business.”
“We did but-”
“No buts. This is a dangerous game you are playing. I wouldn’t want to see anything happen to you.”
“Thank you and I know.”
“Alright then . Have a good day and keep out of this investigation.”
“Did you know the country club is missing a ton of money from their account and the Arlene Paulson is refusing to give them Harold’s paperwork as the treasurer of the country club?” I blurted, desperate to keep him on the phone.
I slowed down. “The country club is missing a lot of money. The board asked Arlene Paulson for the paperwork Harold kept as treasurer and she wouldn’t give it up.”
“How did you come by this information?”
“I read Magda’s emails while I was there yesterday dropping off dinner.”
“Tess! You have got to stay out of this.” His voice was angry and there was a little something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“I can’t help it. Opportunities keep presenting themselves to me.”
“So Magda’s laptop just fell into your lap and begged to be read?”
I laughed. “Come on.”
“Tess, where were you last Wednesday night from six o’clock on wards?” Spence’s voice was all hard business now.
“At home. Why?”
“Were you alone?”
The penny dropped. “Are you asking me for an alibi?”
“I am. Were you alone?”
“Yes. I was alone the next morning too when I found the body.”
“I know it’s frustrating but it’s procedure.”
“I don’t understand how you can think I am a suspect.”
“You found the body. You keep inserting yourself into the investigation. You live in a rich area with little visible means of support. Money is missing. For all I know you cook for your victims, drug them, kill them, and rob them.”
He was so matter of fact, so cold. I hung up the phone. I was a suspect in a murder investigation. And a serial murder investigation at that. There was only one thing to be done in a situation like this. I booted up my laptop and started writing a new chapter.