Wordle #1041 – INTRO
Chapter 12.
It’s morning and I still don’t know what to do about Bree.
After she had driven away in her Tesla last night—I’d watched her go, peering out my front door’s peephole—I had simply collapsed onto the couch and thought. And thought and thought. Hours of thinking without much sleeping.
A sudden yawn splits my jaw open wider than a nutcracker, so I reach for my coffee mug for the umpteenth time. It’s empty.
As I stand up to get a refill, Chicken and Waffles mew in protest, reluctant to hop off my lap, but then they’re more than happy to follow me into the kitchen for a treat.
“What do you think I should do, Waffles? Hmm? Turn Bree in?” He bumps his head against my calf, snaking between my legs like the trip hazard he is. I sigh. “You’re useless, you know that?”
By the time the Keurig finishes gurgling out a mugful of weak coffee, I don’t feel much closer to making up my mind. They really should’ve covered this in Intro to Private Investigation: “What to do when your best friend’s a murderer.”
Maybe if I speak with Bree again, maybe then this wishy-washiness will crystallize into a decision.
I wish I could talk it over with Roy.
That idle thought pangs me. Not only because I miss him, obviously, but also because, God help me, I’m leaning toward letting Bree off the hook…
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