Wordle by Wordle: Day 51
Tuesday, Feb 20, 2024
Wordle #976 - MATCH
Roy would sooner, well, die than send a message without proper punctuation. Even a text.
The murderer must have wanted it to look like Roy had still been alive at—I glance back at the screen—11:53 am on October 20th.
I suppose it’s possible that he hadn’t been killed yet—that could match with the police’s estimated time of death, anywhere from twenty-four to forty-eight hours before his body was discovered.
But considering that he had virtually dropped off the planet-slash-internet much earlier, I don’t buy it. Especially considering the sloppiness of the text, and everything else…
Bree starts to tug on the phone a little, but I don’t let go. As nonchalantly as possible, I swipe to the bottom of the conversation—I can say my finger slipped.
Bree only texted Roy back once:
why not? call me
The phone dings with a new message notification, but Bree pulls it out of my hand before I can see any details.
“Uh, thanks, Bree,” I say, my voice tight.
“Sure.” Bree crosses her arms and levels a chilly look at me. I get the feeling I’ve overstayed my welcome. “Look, Cece—”
“You didn’t text him again?” I cut in.
Maybe if I catch her flat-footed, she’ll let something slip before she kicks me out.
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