Closing Loose Ends

You wake up. Get dressed and make sure you aren’t being followed.

Twenty minutes later you pull into the sleazy bar. You smile. It is empty except for Abe.

“Got my money, Betsy?”

“No, something better.”

You shoot him with the stereotype gun. In moments he is a airhead bimbo stripper. She flips her perfect blonde hair.

“Hey, like what did you do to me?”

“I did you a huge favor, Abbie.”

“Abbie?” She giggles. “Like what kind of favor?”

“I got you a tryout for Titties.”

“Like the strip bar!” She claps her hands letting her oversized silicon breasts bounce enticingly.

“Yes, just like it. Do you remember last night?”

“Like I dunno? Maybe?”

“Perfect. Remember your tryout is at eight o’clock tonight.”

“Like, thank you so much!” She licks her lips. “Is there anything I can do for you? I can lick your pussy!”

“Maybe, another time.”

“Goody!” She claps again.

You head out. You wonder if she’ll remember her tryout or for that matter find the club. You shrug. It’s not your problem.

As you slip into the car, your phone rings. You begin sniffling as you pick it up.

“Miss, this is officer Smith, can you swing into the station and answer a few questions?”

“Of course.” You sniffle.

As you pull in you see Tiffany being led back to a cell. She is screaming all sorts of unpleasant things at the officers.

You identify yourself and let Officer Smith lead you to his desk.

“What’s this about, officer?”

“Can I ask you a few questions?”

“Anything, if it helps find my husbands killer.”

“Do you know a Tiffany Ganson?”

“I met her after I met Andy...wait...”

“We have her in custody, miss. Did you know she was texting and stalking your husband?”

“No! She seemed so nice.”

“We have video footage of someone her size and build breaking in, as well as a bloody knife with her fingerprints on it.”

You spit. “I hope she burns in hell.”

“If we need your testimony, can we count on you.”

“Of course!”

“Thank you, miss, you’re free to go.”

You exit and head home. The pool beckons you...