Family Tragedies & Secrets Pt 14

A little later than usual today, but after posting two chapters of this, and a Sk8r Grrls episode yesterday, I figured I deserved a bit of rest! Read and enjoy!

Family Tragedies and Secrets
Part 14
by Edeyn Hannah Blackeney

 

"I don't care what the damn DNA says, science is freaky anyway, that's the sloppiest police work I've ever heard about, let alone seen! Now, you two clowns have a lot of work to do on this case to straighten this mess out, or I'd suspend both of you with no pay for this pile of shit. The only reason I'm not is I don't want to make someone else have to come in and sort out your stupidity! Get out of my office!” shouted Captain McCullough.
Kerry and Sheila exited as quickly as they could.
They went out to the car and sat. Not moving. Not saying anything. They just sat. For at least an hour.
“What the hell was that?” asked Sheila.
“An example of police efficiency. Don't list the physical details of the victim of the crime on the police report, to protect them,” replied Kerry. Hands on the wheel at ten and two. Back straight. Feet planted flat on the floorboard. Keys firmly in pocket.
“Okay. We need to start over. There's no question of the DNA, right?” his partner asked.
“Right.”
“Then where's the girl?”
“I dunno.”
“And is Jeff, Janette's — or Marlene's — son?”
“We should check that.”
“Start the damn car already, we're drawing some stares and it's hot as hell.”
“Oh,” was his clever retort.
They drove out to the Tomkins' house.
Matt was at work, and the two kids answered the door. Were they smirking or scowling? Somewhere between was the safe bet.
“Can I help you, detectives?” asked Emily.
“Ah. Sorry, kids, is your dad around?” asked Kerry.
“It's Monday. We're only 13. It's eleven in the morning. Where do you think he might be? Wait. Don't answer that... wouldn't want you to fetch my Dad's long, lost husband from Florida,” replied the girl.
“The only thing worse than being made fun of by a kid,” said Sheila, “is when they're right. Look. We're sorry. We're trying to fix things.”
“Uh-huh,” said Jeff, glaring at the two, “just trying to help.”
“Look, kid,” said Kerry ”fact is, we're back to where we started. I have to figure out who burgled your home, who killed your mother, where the daughter that your mother ran off with went, and,” Kerry paused and looked sheepish, “where the hell you came from.”
Emily shut the door in their faces.
They stood there, trying to decide whether to knock again, when the door was opened and a brush with hair in it thrust at them.
“Hair from Jeff. You have thirty seconds to leave before we sic the dog on you. Twenty-nine. Twenty-eight. Twenty-” came the imperious voice of Emily, girl Empress.
The two adults sprinted for the car, started it, and pulled away.
Kerry looked over at Sheila, who was chuckling.
“What? You think that was funny?” he demanded.
“No,” she answered, “but that girl is going to be damn scary when she grows up.”



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