Wordle by Wordle: Day 166
Friday, June 14, 2024
Wordle #1091 – VAULT
“Well, my sources tell me that the prosecution plans to paint you as…” Aparna hesitates. I’ve never seen her do that before, which worries me. Then her face softens into an almost apologetic expression, which worries me even more. “They will say that you’re irrational, reckless.”
“That I’m an alcoholic?” I guess, but I’m pretty sure I’m right.
Aparna nods, tight-lipped.
We’re saved from the awkward silence by Chicken and Waffles. They burst out from my bedroom, chase each other around the coffee table, and then vault on top of it in a flurry of orange fur. Aparna is none too pleased by their artistic rearrangement of her notebooks, but I’m amused.
“So, is there any not-so-bad news?” I ask, shooing the cats away.
“As of yet, nothing incriminating has been found on your phone. There’s no evidence that you called Roy in the days leading up to his death—at least, not from your cell phone.”
“That’s good, right?” It sounds good to me, but Aparna looks unimpressed. “Is there anything else I can do, to help the case?”
“Not unless you can magically produce an alibi,” Aparna sighs. “You’re sure no one can vouch for your whereabouts on October nineteenth and twentieth?”
“Like I said, I went to Trader Joe’s on the twentieth, but that’s it. Sorry.”
Working from home, in my pajamas, far away from any other humans is the best perk of being an online sleuth. But if I’d known that constant socializing was the only way to avoid a murder rap, well… I still would’ve taken my chances.
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