Thursday, March 19, 2009

Relaxer Can Be Murder

Chuck was furious. He thought he’d made it perfectly clear that he was the detective, and he would handle situations that were potentially dangerous. He touched the butt of is gun, just to make sure it was still there. Enough sunlight shone through the mini blinds, so Chuck was able to see the back of Dara’s head. He closed his eyes. When Dara called, he was in the middle of something and didn’t have time to think of a plan.
He rubbed his hand over his face. Dara was a smart girl. He wanted her to keep talking until he could figure out what to do.

Dara tried to swallow the lump in her throat. Something wasn’t right. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest. “Funny, I should ask you the same thing. What exactly are you looking for?”
“Just a few papers Macy may have tucked away, that’s all. Look, neither one of us is supposed to be here, so let’s pretend this never happened.”
Dara tried to move closer to the front door. “I don’t think I can do that. If Macy wanted you to have something, she would’ve given it to you.”
She could always tell a person’s heart by looking at their eyes. She didn’t like what she saw.
“Why don’t you help me find what I’m looking for, and maybe I’ll let you live.”

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