Continuation of Trolley
It was 3 o’clock in the morning when I arrived back at my flea-infested motel. A new record for me as the days without sleep turned into weeks of nightmares. Insomnia is a bitch.
The Captain at the precinct had kept me longer than I had expected. He wasn’t pleased when my employer had spoken to him over the phone. ”What do you mean he’ll have to be set free?” the captain protested. ”This man of yours just killed a man, for no apparent reason, with a slew of witnesses around,” his voice raises a little louder and becomes squeaker, ”and you want me to let him go?” His eyes dart in my direction. He’s about to crack. ”What am I supposed to tell the press?” My employer ensured him that he’d take care of the press if the precinct did its normal job and label the body bag with the tag ”DNI” (Do not investigate).
There was no choice for the Captain but to release me. My employer had ties to power most would never dare touch. Those who dared to challenge him were usually found with a couple missing body parts in the middle of town or possibly you’ll have fallen down a flight of stairs. ”Unsolved” murders -suicides- were abound. This place is beyond crooked.
I sat down on the bed. I finally had time to get to the letter I’d hidden in my trench coat pocket that was hidden beneath a pocket. This pocket had saved a few useful items in the past when I’d gotten into trouble for the blatant disregard for life; or, so it seemed to the outside world.
The envelope was a standard white one. Another than the obvious ”Addressed to you, Detective,” she had left a kiss mark formed from the blue lipstick she wore.
I slapped my neck. ”Fucking fleas!”
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Special thanks to @emwalker for the encouragement to continue this piece and see where it goes. -This is brand new territory for me.
My Completed Freewriting prompts:
- Faster Than Light
- Cane (Bonus: Red Wine)
- A Ridiculous Amount of Fun
- The Entryway