Motive

“I was only in the store for a minute! Just a minute! We needed bread for grilled cheese.”

“I understand your husband filed for custody of your two daughters last month. That must’ve made you angry.”

“Maybe I should call a lawyer.”

Last Seen in Rural Alabama

The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.

“City Hall, huh? Pass any legislation in this barn?”

“You some kinda lawyer?” Trip asked under a heavy Southern drawl.

“Private detective.” He held up a small 3×5 photo of a woman with crimpy, blonde hair wearing a tribal print mini dress. “Seen this lady around? She’s been missing a week.” 

Walt sucked his teeth. “Pretty gal.”

“And pregnant. Her husband’s offering a $50,000 reward.”

Trip twirled a toothpick between his lips. “I don’t image he’d give us half for helpin’?”

The detective shrugged. “So, where is your little town of, uh . . . Sherman, anyway?”

“Jest over that hill.” Walt pointed to the road ahead. “Gotta truck ’round back. We’d take ya. Can’t make no promises you’ll find her.”

The detective returned the photo to his back pocket and followed them around the shed.

“Be careful of that tarp,” Trip said over his shoulder. “Ground’s really soggy there.”

word count: 150

—Nortina


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