Wordle by Wordle: Day 58
Tuesday, Feb 27, 2024
Wordle #983 - SENSE
Karen thinks about it as she leads me back into the bookstore proper.
“Let’s see, the twentieth was… four days ago. Yes, I was here! That’s when Roy went missing, you say?” Karen perks up even more, seemingly thrilled by the prospect that she might have a minor role to play in the whole affair. It’s not often that your coworker’s famous husband gets murdered, after all.
“Yeah, Bree said she got a text from Roy when she was on her lunch break, but then she never heard from him again.”
Sometimes you don’t even have to ask a question to get an answer from someone—you just have to open the door and they’ll walk right in like the neighbor’s cat.
“Of course, I remember! Bree was really upset. She kept going on and on about that text Roy had sent her. She even showed it to me, asked me what I thought it meant.”
“Yeah, she was a wreck!” Eugene pipes up from the corner, eavesdropping. Thanks, Eugene.
“I told Bree she could go home early, but she insisted on staying. She even closed the store with me, and we got drinks afterward. I don’t think we’ve ever done that before…” Karen loses a bit of steam, seeming to realize just now how unusual it all was. “I guess she didn’t want to be alone?”
I almost have to applaud Bree. She’s given herself an alibi, witnesses who can corroborate her whereabouts during the window when Roy supposedly disappeared. If you believe Bree, which I don’t, obviously.
She must have been taking notes on all those true crime podcasts she listens to.
“I knew something had happened to Roy that day. I just knew it,” Karen whispers to me conspiratorially. “I have a sixth sense for this kind of thing, you know.”
Sure, and I’m Bruce Willis.
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