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My heart rate picks up. I haven’t heard from Mindy in weeks. I thought she was on a bender somewhere.
“Can’t you call my mom?”
“We can’t get ahold of her, ma’am.”
Of course, they can’t.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll be down as soon as I can.”
I head back to Dax’s office. “Can you give me a ride up to the police station?”
“What the fuck for?” There is panic in his eyes.
“Calm down. They need to talk to me about Mindy.”
He visibly relaxes. “Sure. What are ya gonna do for me though?”
Dax is a good-looking guy. He’s twenty and took over the club when his dad was killed in the parking lot. The people in this town get rowdy. We’ve messed around a few times.
“What do you want, Dax?”
I watch him unzip his pants. “How bout a blow job?” He leans back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face.
I roll my eyes but walk over and get down on my knees in front of him. “You’re my favorite, Belle.”
“That’s because I’m about to suck your dick,” I point out. “I’m sure the rest of them will at some point this week too.”
He just laughs and grips the back of my head. I like Dax, but he’s a douchebag. I guess you almost have to be if you’re running a strip club like this one.
After he’s finished––ten minutes later––he drives me down to the station, makes no offer to pick me up, and he’s gone as soon as I slam the door.
“I’m here to see the sheriff,” I tell the lady at the front desk.
“Name, please.”
“Maribelle Connor.”
“Right this way.”
She stops right in front of his office, before turning around to leave. I knock quietly and he calls me inside.
“Hi, Maribelle. I’m Sherriff Johnston. I’ve met your mom and sister, but I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting you.” This dirtbag has the nerve to let his eyes roam over a fifteen-year old’s body.
“I’m nothing like them,” I snap, and he immediately looks me in the eyes.
“Sorry about that. I asked you down here because we found a body in the creek that we believe is Mindy’s. When’s the last time you saw her?” There isn’t an ‘I’m sorry about your loss, can we do anything for you?’ I guess when your sister is a drug addict and a prostitute, you don’t get much sympathy when they find her dead.
I shrug. “A couple of weeks ago. She came by the trailer to ask mom for some money. Mom didn’t have any. They got in a fight, broke some shit and she left.”
He writes some stuff down and looks back up at me. “You didn’t speak to her?”
“She asked me for money too, but I told her I was broke. That’s it. We didn’t have the greatest relationship,” I point out.
He nods in understanding. “Do you feel up to IDing the body?”
“Do you normally have fifteen-year old’s do that?”
He shrugs. “If that’s the only family I can find.” Like I said, no sympathy.
