I'll read my current work in progress and make notes on what I need to change. Then tomorrow I'll get back to the grind stone and really work on the story from the ground up. I have a couple of ideas. We'll see how they shake out.
In the meantime here's a small tidbit...
Zip knew it was going to be a bad week when she found the body in the ladies restroom. A quick visit with her brother, Quill at the local FBI office turned out to not be such a good idea. Fortunately, it wasn’t her first body discovery so she didn’t scream or do any of the other stereotypical sissy stuff, but it did piss her off. No woman should have to deal with a dead person when it was that time of the month—unless it was somebody the woman had knocked off herself.
She backed out into the hall, bumping into Sebastian Spade, Quill’s partner.
“Body in the restroom,” she blurted out. “Dead body.”
He tugged her out of the way, pressing her against the wall in the hall. “Don’t move.” He slipped his gun from his holster, opened the restroom door with his shoulder and peeked inside. Damn. It certainly looked like a body to him. He blew out a quick breath, pulled his cell phone from his pocket and punched Quill’s number on speed dial.
“Me. Your sister just found a body in the restroom.” Before Quill could ask any questions, Seb turned off the phone. “Quill’s on his way. Do you need to sit down?”
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to hide her trembling hands. “No. I’m okay until Quill gets here.”
After that, things went downhill fast. Zip spent the next few hours in the company of another of Quill’s team members while the crime scene was processed. Finally, Quill sprung her from the cold sterile office and they went to lunch. Ensconced in a back booth in a small restaurant not far from the office, Quill silently regarded his younger sister. Once their waitress brought them coffee, he asked, “What happened? I know you told everyone else your story, but now I want you to tell me what you didn’t tell them.”
“She was one of us.”
Disturbed by her news, Quill dropped his head. “You’re sure?”
“Since you were the one who found her, I wasn’t permitted to enter the crime scene.” His wry answer almost disguised the chagrin he suffered at the slight. Almost. It had been a long two weeks for Quill and his exclusion from a crime scene was just one more item in a growing list of slights that threatened to take his job.
“I see. What are you not telling me?” she asked.
“As of now, I’m on paid vacation until further notice.”
“Going home, Quill?”
“Seems that way.”
“Maybe I’ll come with you. I’m ready to spend some time with Momma and Pa.” She sipped her coffee with a sad meditative expression. “I have enough vacation time to last me through New Years. And things are slow at work. It would be nice to be home for Christmas.”
He nodded agreeably. “I thought you might feel that way. I cleared it with Seb for you to go home. If he needs to talk to you, he knows where to find you.”
Her dark eyes speared him with a clear look. “I don’t need a matchmaker, Quill.”
“No, you don’t. I imagine Seb can take care of his romancing on his own.”
Scowling at him, she stuck out her tongue. “So he can, big brother. So he can.”That's it for now! Blessings on your day!
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