Wordle by Wordle: Day 178
Wednesday, June 26, 2024
Wordle #1103 – KNEAD
Just as I expected, the torn-up flooring has been completely replaced. A plain of gleaming wheat-blonde hardwood now stretches from the landing, across Bree’s open office, and out of sight down the hallway. It looks nice.
I sigh and get on my hands and knees to inspect the floor anyway, not at all confident that I’ll find anything. I peer between the planks and along the baseboards, searching for any smudge or splotch that seems even remotely out of place. Lola “assists” by weaving between my legs and licking my nose.
Nothing.
I couldn’t have been crawling around for more than a few minutes, but my spine pops like a bag of Jolly Time when I stand up. I knead my lower back as I look around the room, wondering where to investigate next, and when I got so old…
My gaze lands on Bree’s desk. There, her laptop sits nestled between neat stacks of notebooks in every color of the rainbow, a stand-up calendar with gilt floral illustrations, and a pencil cup bursting with a bouquet of brightly colored pens.
My hand—gloved, just in case—goes to her daily planner first.
I flip back to the week of October 19, when Roy was killed. Not that I expect Bree would have written “murder Roy” or “move body to Golden Gate Park” in her to-do list, but, well, I don’t know…
Maybe she was careless enough to write down Austin’s name somewhere or some kind of simple code I can crack.
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