“At one o’clock this morning Emma Allen’s remains were found in an abandoned warehouse. Some people are saying that it was the C.L.M; Back to you Ned.”
“Today as everyone knows is Wednesday the 22nd of June 2012 and tomorrow-”
Turning off the radio I gave myself a mental slap. No crying. Crying won’t bring her back. Besides Emma always found it annoying that people cried when someone was dying or dead. She even told you that she wants laughing when she’s dying or dead.
Pushing myself way from the counter I stretched and walked into the living room, stopping when she saw Emma’s umbrella.
“Tomorrow is going to be cold and rainy. You better dress warm, Claire.”
Those were the last words Emma said to me as she had walked out the door. I quickly pulled on my navy blue water proof jacket, grabbed my slightly big navy blue purse and walked out the door only stopping to close and lock the door.
Just as Emma had said it was cold and it was raining, hard. The only thing you didn’t tell me, Emma, was how hard it was going to rain.
As Claire walked to her car that was parked in the driveway two men in opened black trench coats approached her. One man was in a dark blue ironed crease Pinstripe suit, the other in a slightly rumpled gray Houndstooth suit.
“Are you Miss Claire Jones?” The man in the gray suit demanded. He looked around 30 and had ice blue eyes.
“Depends on who is asking.” I reached into my purse and keeping my hand in my purse and popped opened the can of pepper spray.
“Charles,” The man in the dark blue suit said “That’s not how you talk to a woman.” He looked around sixty.
“Since when have you-We’ll deal with this later.” Charles said.
“Yes we will. Are you Miss Claire Jones whose roommate is- I mean was Emma Allen?”
“Yes. But since you know who I am, and I don’t know who you are, would you please tell me who you are and what do you want with me?”
“Yes. I’m Detective Fredric Anderson. And this, this is Detective Charles Button and we’ve been assigned to your roommate's murder.” I nodded in each of their directions.
“We were wondering if we could ask you some questions about Emma Allen.”
“I would love to help you in any way I can. But right now I’m going to be late to work. Would another time work for you?”
“Would 6:45 tonight work for you?”
“Yes, it would.”
“Alright, here’s my card if you need to call.” The detective handed me his card which was white and only had his name and numbers on it.
The Detective nodded and walked away. But it seemed to Claire that Detective Charles Button seemed to hesitate before following after Detective Fredric Anderson.
At 1:30 I was driving and eating food from Panda Express, trying to eat a quick lunch of Mandarin Chicken, Beef Broccoli and noodles. Why did I say that I would do the short lecture on the French Revolution for both schools? It's not healthy for someone having to shove food down their mouth just so they can make it to teach a lecture isn't right! But then again I should have asked if I could have done this next class next hour.
I did mini lectures for Jr. Highs and High Schools mostly on European History and English stuff. But most of the time it wasn't crazy like this. When I had scheduled this I must have not had my head on straight. But what's done is done and the only thing I can do is rush.
All of a sudden I heard my ring tone go off in my purse
“Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care
You're here tonight.”
I couldn't help but smile, It was my amazing boyfriend Drew Fletcher. But I couldn't answer because I was still trying to eat and drive at the same time. The call went to voice mail and Drew's voice came thru like melted chocolate.
“Hey there baby. I was just was calling to ask you are doing? Sorry I didn't call you sooner. The guys needed a guitar player on the spot for their show and I just got out of the show. Crazy people are at concerts baby, BTW. Anyway, I want you to know I’m here for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. Love you lots baby. Over and out.”
Just as Drew's voice message ended I turned into Nova Mountain High School. Parking in a spot that read “VISITORS ONLY” I quickly grabbed my purse and headed into the school.