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Lillian was horrified by what Kurt told her. She sat dumbfounded in her chair staring at Kurt. From what Officer Reynolds had said, it was obvious to her that the police didn’t have this information. Why would Kurt not tell the cops about his relationship with the deceased if he’s saying that he didn’t kill him?
“Umm… Kurt,” she said with hesitation. “Did you tell the police about your relationship with the young man?” She sat rigid in her seat with her hands folded in her lap.
Kurt sat back fiddling with his fingers. His reluctance was conspicuous. Lillian uncrossed her ankles, felt for her house key in her front pocket, and stood.
“I need to get home. I have work to do for my boss. If I don’t get it done, he’ll be over to wring my neck. Thanks for the coffee break,” she said trying to keep the quiver out of her voice. He didn’t say a word and didn’t even rise from where he was sitting. Lillian walked out the deck door and let herself out through the gate.
Weird. That’s the only word for it, she said to herself as she hurried around the corner.
Arriving home, she poured herself a glass of milk in hopes of settling her nerves. After taking a few gulps, she called Reynolds knowing that he’d probably bawl her out for taking such a gamble with her life.
“Officer Reynolds. May I help you?” he said into the mouth piece.
She gingerly told he what she had learned and how she had acquired the information. There wasn’t any sound coming from the other end for a moment. She thought she hear a chuckle in the next moment. This isn’t a laughing matter.
“Ms. Crow, you do know that you shouldn’t have gotten yourself so involved in this, right?” He didn’t wait for a reply. Good thing because she wasn’t giving one. “Mr. Marshall called us this morning and told us about his relationship with the man. In addition, because of his call, we were able to find the suspect. To set your mind at ease, Ms. Crow, he did confess to the crime.”
Sitting in the kitchen after her call to the police station, she stared into space allowing curiosity to race through her mind. Although the crime was solved, her questions about what happened still weren’t answered. Coming back into her present reality, she filed her enquiries in the back of her mind for later contemplation.
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