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again, even taking it nice and slow so that he could get all the digits right. Did I get any thanks for that little courtesy? None at all.
After he had my number down, the officer flipped the page on his notebook over. "Thank you, Mrs. Gaines," he said in a toneless voice. "If we need anything else from you, we know how to contact you. Have a good night."
"Miss," I corrected him automatically. "Miss Gaines." I held up my hand to show him that there was no ring.
"Whatever." The man wasn't even trying! "Just have a good night, Mrs. Gaines."
I went storming away, my earlier fear now replaced by good old fashioned anger. If this was the state of the police in this place, I wept for our justice system! No wonder there were so many unsolved murders every year that I read about in the paper, or when people sent me links on Facebook. They hadn't even asked me if I had seen Roman, or had known if he was angry with Silvers, or had been with him alone at any point during the night! Really, it was just very shoddy police work.
When I stepped outside of the house, a man in black pants and a red jacket came darting over to me. "Car, miss?" he asked in a subdued tone.
"Uh, it's a Camry," I replied. I tried to think of the year that my car had been made. "I can't remember how old it is, sorry." This is why most valet places used tickets!
"Ah, yes," the young man replied, and went scurrying away. And a few minutes later, my car came screeching up in front of me.
Well, even if I had been going to tip the man before, I certainly wasn't after how he handled my car! Didn't he know that some cars were delicate and could break? But more than anything else, I was just happy to be headed home after the adventures of the night.
When I walked into my apartment, Rachel was sitting on the couch across from the television. She couldn't have been too focused on the TV, however; there was a lanky man on the couch with her, his hands wrapped around her and his fingers no doubt slipped into several very private places. In fact, when I opened the door, I swear that I caught a flash as he yanked one hand free, and a soft moan that had been coming from the other side of my apartment door cut off abruptly as I turned the key in the lock.
"Melinda!" Rachel exclaimed loudly as I entered. "How was your night!" I noticed that her skirt was bunched up around her upper thighs, and she was wiggling back and forth on top of the guy's lap as though something was uncomfortably poking her.
"Ugh," I replied, tossing the little clutch off to one side. It landed heavily and I remembered with a slight note of guilt that it wasn't mine, and furthermore that my phone was still inside. "Terrible! I thought that I met a guy, and then he ends up getting arrested for murder!"
Normally, this would have provoked a straight-up squeal of delight from my roommate. Tonight, however, she just nodded as if I had told her that there had been champagne at the party. "That sounds really engaging," she commented. The guy beneath her shifted a little, and Rachel briefly went cross-eyed.
"Well, you're probably exhausted after that," she continued a moment later, sounding breathless. "Want to head right to bed? You can return my dress tomorrow."
A yawn surfaced at just the mention of bed. "I think that sounds amazing," I said, reaching down to pick up the clutch from where it had landed. Still bent over, however, I glanced up - and froze.
From my bent over position, I could see what was actually happening on the couch! Rachel still might be wearing her dress, but she was most definitely not wearing anything underneath - and her legs were spread wide over the lap of the guy beneath her! And his pants were down around his knees, along with his underwear...
Which meant that the fleshy thing shoved into Rachel had to be-
I shot upright, stammering as my mind figured out what was going on. "Yeah, let me get off to bed right now!" I almost shouted, spinning around on my heel. "Have a good
After he had my number down, the officer flipped the page on his notebook over. "Thank you, Mrs. Gaines," he said in a toneless voice. "If we need anything else from you, we know how to contact you. Have a good night."
"Miss," I corrected him automatically. "Miss Gaines." I held up my hand to show him that there was no ring.
"Whatever." The man wasn't even trying! "Just have a good night, Mrs. Gaines."
I went storming away, my earlier fear now replaced by good old fashioned anger. If this was the state of the police in this place, I wept for our justice system! No wonder there were so many unsolved murders every year that I read about in the paper, or when people sent me links on Facebook. They hadn't even asked me if I had seen Roman, or had known if he was angry with Silvers, or had been with him alone at any point during the night! Really, it was just very shoddy police work.
When I stepped outside of the house, a man in black pants and a red jacket came darting over to me. "Car, miss?" he asked in a subdued tone.
"Uh, it's a Camry," I replied. I tried to think of the year that my car had been made. "I can't remember how old it is, sorry." This is why most valet places used tickets!
"Ah, yes," the young man replied, and went scurrying away. And a few minutes later, my car came screeching up in front of me.
Well, even if I had been going to tip the man before, I certainly wasn't after how he handled my car! Didn't he know that some cars were delicate and could break? But more than anything else, I was just happy to be headed home after the adventures of the night.
When I walked into my apartment, Rachel was sitting on the couch across from the television. She couldn't have been too focused on the TV, however; there was a lanky man on the couch with her, his hands wrapped around her and his fingers no doubt slipped into several very private places. In fact, when I opened the door, I swear that I caught a flash as he yanked one hand free, and a soft moan that had been coming from the other side of my apartment door cut off abruptly as I turned the key in the lock.
"Melinda!" Rachel exclaimed loudly as I entered. "How was your night!" I noticed that her skirt was bunched up around her upper thighs, and she was wiggling back and forth on top of the guy's lap as though something was uncomfortably poking her.
"Ugh," I replied, tossing the little clutch off to one side. It landed heavily and I remembered with a slight note of guilt that it wasn't mine, and furthermore that my phone was still inside. "Terrible! I thought that I met a guy, and then he ends up getting arrested for murder!"
Normally, this would have provoked a straight-up squeal of delight from my roommate. Tonight, however, she just nodded as if I had told her that there had been champagne at the party. "That sounds really engaging," she commented. The guy beneath her shifted a little, and Rachel briefly went cross-eyed.
"Well, you're probably exhausted after that," she continued a moment later, sounding breathless. "Want to head right to bed? You can return my dress tomorrow."
A yawn surfaced at just the mention of bed. "I think that sounds amazing," I said, reaching down to pick up the clutch from where it had landed. Still bent over, however, I glanced up - and froze.
From my bent over position, I could see what was actually happening on the couch! Rachel still might be wearing her dress, but she was most definitely not wearing anything underneath - and her legs were spread wide over the lap of the guy beneath her! And his pants were down around his knees, along with his underwear...
Which meant that the fleshy thing shoved into Rachel had to be-
I shot upright, stammering as my mind figured out what was going on. "Yeah, let me get off to bed right now!" I almost shouted, spinning around on my heel. "Have a good
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