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“Yes, dear?” came her mother’s voice.
“First of all, is anyone there? I mean, besides you.”
“No, and if Max was here, I’d be telling him to turn himself in. Where are you?”
“Heading up to your place. Can I come up and sleep in my old bed?”
“Of course, honey, anytime you want.”
“Good! I’ll bring wine, lots of wine.”
“I imagine you’ll have a story for me. I could make some dinner.”
“I could use that, Momma. See you soon.”
Pro walked into the nearby liquor store and looked at the wine. She got two, and then decided three bottles would be the best choice. She sensed it was a good thing she had the next day off, because she planned to be completely hungover tomorrow. Maybe if she drank enough, she could forget about her father and all the crap he’d brought into her life, at least for one night.
As she walked out with her purse and attaché under one arm, and the three bottles in a bag in the other, her cop senses bothered her.
She was being followed.
She had sensed it subliminally once she left the subway, but now she was sure of it. A person moving just out of view but matching her movements as she headed for her mother’s place. And she was carrying too many things to make accessing her weapon easy.
“Pro,” a voice hissed.
She turned, and in the shadows of a nearby doorway saw a tall, thin figure.
“Max?” she yelped.
“Sh! It’s okay, I didn’t want to scare you.”
“Max, you gotta surrender,” she said, fumbling with all the things she carried as she attempted to get to her service weapon. “You killed Mike Mystique!”
“I did not! I visited him this morning. He was fine.”
“Well, now he’s dead, and your wallet was on the nightstand.”
“What? That’s impossible. Did you get the box from Sam?”
“Sam Lovell gave me a box with your stuff, but your wallet wasn’t in there! Have you been following me all day?”
“Pumpkin, calm down!”
“Don’t you call me that!” Pro shrieked and fell to her knees. In a quick move, she let everything she carried fall to the ground and yanked out her service weapon to raise it in a two-handed grip. “You are under arrest!”
She stood and faced an empty doorway. She looked to her left and right, but no one was moving. Her phone beeped. She holstered her weapon and pulled out her phone. To her surprise, there was a text message from an unrecognized number which read:
Sorry, had to run.
The answers are in the
coded emails.
Good luck, pumpkin
She cursed quietly to herself as she began to pick up her dropped items. At least none of the bottles had broken, and she was grateful for that. But he had waited until she was weighed down to reveal himself so she would have to look away to get her weapon, and that was when he did his vanishing act.
“I’m gonna catch you, Max,” she yelled to the night sky. “And then you are gonna see some police brutality!”
