Wordle by Wordle: Day 40
Friday, Feb 9, 2024
Wordle #965 - STIFF
“Just let me know when’s a good time for me to stop by.” I pause before I say more, weighing how to phrase my next question without setting Bree off again. “And if you’re feeling up to it tomorrow, maybe you could tell me more about what the police went over with you?”
“Why?” Bree blinks, confused. “What for?”
“The case. I’d like to keep investigating.”
“Oh, no, Cecilia!” Bree protests. She’s surprised, a little off-balance. “I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that. Besides, I thought—well, I mean, the police are on the case now and they’re real...”
Bree doesn’t finish the thought, but she doesn’t need to. I know what she was going to say: They’re real investigators, not like you.
Bree glances down at her feet guiltily, but she’s right, in a way. The police have more resources and tech than I do, that’s for sure. But what they don’t have is the same determination to find Roy’s murderer.
“Look, Roy is just a case number to those guys, and you know they’re short-staffed. It couldn’t hurt to have another set of eyes—"
“No, Cece. Just leave it to the professionals. You’ve already done enough—”
“Bree! I want to do this. I need to do this… for Roy.” For myself.
She can’t argue with that, but it looks like she wants to. She bites back whatever she was about to say, her jaw clenched stiff.
“Okay, okay, I get it. I won’t try to stop you,” Bree eventually concedes, then softens a little. “I’d be happy for your help. Really.”
She looks decidedly not happy, but who can blame her?
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