Tuesday Tales: From the Word SLOWLY

NEW TT BADGEWow. Mid-August. Is there any normalcy yet? Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales based on the word prompt SLOWLY I continue with The White Dahlia.

Animal control had verified the presence of a couple of dozen coywolves, a coyote-wolf The White Dahliahybrid, in that area last spring. Maybe the animals had decided to move to Brooklyn. Why not? It seemed all the other predators had.

“What about his T O? Does she think this is a homicide, too?”

“I didn’t speak to Officer Chou. The original call came from a sanitation worker. They’re on site, and Riley’s secured the area with their help.”

Beth glanced around the empty squad room, as if doing so could make people appear. It was just after four. Much as she might like to, she couldn’t ignore the call and pass the case off to the day shift—those sanitation workers and that squad car couldn’t wait another four hours for an answer, not if there was a child involved. Hopefully, the scene wouldn’t be as bad as Kara implied. She’d seen terrible things in Boston and had no desire to go there again.

People would be getting up soon, making the crime scene harder to secure. If this was murder, the perp was long gone. Besides, with a patrol car there, she wouldn’t be alone—a moot point—but if she needed to justify herself, it was all she had. She could survey the scene, fill in the initial reports, and hand the case off to whatever squad it belonged to before she packed it in for the night. Easy-peasy. What could possibly go wrong? Exhaling slowly, she sighed.

“Fine. I’ll take a look. Let Riley know I’m on my way.”

“Thanks, Sergeant. Will do.” She paused once more. “He isn’t really a hothead. Some of those zombies were extremely well done.”

Beth sneered. “Yeah, but you have to believe in that crap to let it get to you. There are plenty of real monsters in this world. We don’t have to invent others. If an emergency call comes in, you’ve got my cell number.”

“I have. Thanks again.”

Beth hung up and automatically opened her bottom drawer to retrieve her gun. “Crap!”

She wouldn’t get her weapons back until she was cleared for full duty. While she’d requalified on the shooting range two days ago, she wasn’t scheduled to meet with the shrink until later this afternoon. Was it ethical to lie to a psychiatrist? Probably not, but she was prepared to try if it meant getting her old job back and adding some semblance of normalcy to her life.

That’s it. Stay safe and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.

5 thoughts on “Tuesday Tales: From the Word SLOWLY

  1. Sadly, he is right. There are enough human monsters- we don’t need to invent any. Although, I like the way this story is progressing. Questions, questions…..

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