Gracie's Game: Sudden Anger, Accidentally on Purpose by Jack Parker Page B
Authors: Jack Parker
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bullets there he must've kept the gun there too."
"Do you know what kind of gun it was?" he asked.
"A little one, I think. It had one of those round things on it, that's all I remember. I really don't, you know, know anything about guns. They scare me."
"A revolver, then," the policeman confirmed. "The shells are for a .38. Did he have a license for it?"
"I guess," Jennifer shrugged.
"We'll check on that," he said. "Well, we're done now. If we have any more questions I'll give you a call. Oh, and please have your husband check to see if there's anything else missing. You can start cleaning up now, we've got all we need." He looked at the two women huddled 'round the little breakfast table and smiled in a kindly way. "And Mrs. Greene, I'm
really
sorry this happened. Be sure to set the alarm after we've left. Goodbye, now."
"Goodbye, Officer. Thank you," Jennifer said. She walked him to the front door and saw the forensic team packing their van. She stood there waving to them as they drove off, a rather forlorn figure. When she could no longer see their cars she shut the door and very deliberately punched the 'on' button on the security key-pad.
Jennifer walked back to the kitchen to see Cindy pouring two glasses of wine.
"Here Sweetie," Cindy said. "You look like you need it."
Jennifer took the glass from Cindy and took a big sip. Her hand shook as she held the glass. "Thanks, Love. I need
something
! And that jerk ripped off all the Xanax too, so this will have to do."
Cindy said, "Well, I guess we should get started cleaning up. You want to do the bedroom first?" Cindy was the practical one.
Jennifer sighed and said, "Definitely. You go get the laundry basket, the creep went through my underwear drawer. Yuck! I'll go get started." She grabbed the wine bottle and walked out calling over her shoulder, "Meet you up there."
* * * *
"Liar! You did
not
," Zack growled. "You're just jealous 'cause of Carrie."
"Did
so
!" Justin shot back. "Ask her yourself, she'll tell you."
"So, did you get any?" was Zack's next question. "If you did, you better go to the free clinic! Heh, heh."
"Nah, Man, we just went to lunch." Justin tried to sound casual as he added, "But who knows what might happen later…"
They were in Zack's car on the way to Justin's house. Zack was over his earlier arrogance, and eager to get the dope deal made so he could get high. Justin seemed more interested in telling how he'd run into Tina and gone to lunch with her.
"He must be desperate,"
Zack thought,
"to go out with that skank."
"Would you forget about nookie for one minute, Dude?" Zack said a bit irritably. We gotta get to your place so you can get the money, we don't wanna be late for this deal. This guy gets nervous if he thinks you're not coming through."
"Well, maybe we shouldn't do it then," Justin said a little hesitantly. "I know some other guys, we'll go see one of them tomorrow."
"
Tomorrow?
" Zack asked in a panic.
"Yeah, Man. It's not like I'm out or anything, there's a few joints left," Zack replied. "I'm hungry, let's stop for some ice cream or something first."
"Dude, we can go get ice cream
after
we smoke. I wanna get this taken care of. Thought you did, too."
"Oh
now
you're in a hurry!" Justin said sharply. "If we'd done this at lunch like you
said
we would we'd be on our way to score right now. It's not my fault. And who's getting the money, anyway?" He was glaring at Zack.
"OK, OK," Zack said in an attempt to calm Justin down. "So I'm driving and you're paying. It works."
Zack whizzed around the bend in the street, pulled up to the curb in front of Justin's house and shut the engine off. "Looks like you've got company," he said.
Justin stopped glaring at Zack and whipped his head around in surprise to look at the house. It seemed to take him a moment to recognize the cars in the driveway. "Um, hey, it's just the step-bitch's Merc, and the old Chevy belongs to that mouse that's always hanging around with her," he said
"Do you know what kind of gun it was?" he asked.
"A little one, I think. It had one of those round things on it, that's all I remember. I really don't, you know, know anything about guns. They scare me."
"A revolver, then," the policeman confirmed. "The shells are for a .38. Did he have a license for it?"
"I guess," Jennifer shrugged.
"We'll check on that," he said. "Well, we're done now. If we have any more questions I'll give you a call. Oh, and please have your husband check to see if there's anything else missing. You can start cleaning up now, we've got all we need." He looked at the two women huddled 'round the little breakfast table and smiled in a kindly way. "And Mrs. Greene, I'm
really
sorry this happened. Be sure to set the alarm after we've left. Goodbye, now."
"Goodbye, Officer. Thank you," Jennifer said. She walked him to the front door and saw the forensic team packing their van. She stood there waving to them as they drove off, a rather forlorn figure. When she could no longer see their cars she shut the door and very deliberately punched the 'on' button on the security key-pad.
Jennifer walked back to the kitchen to see Cindy pouring two glasses of wine.
"Here Sweetie," Cindy said. "You look like you need it."
Jennifer took the glass from Cindy and took a big sip. Her hand shook as she held the glass. "Thanks, Love. I need
something
! And that jerk ripped off all the Xanax too, so this will have to do."
Cindy said, "Well, I guess we should get started cleaning up. You want to do the bedroom first?" Cindy was the practical one.
Jennifer sighed and said, "Definitely. You go get the laundry basket, the creep went through my underwear drawer. Yuck! I'll go get started." She grabbed the wine bottle and walked out calling over her shoulder, "Meet you up there."
* * * *
"Liar! You did
not
," Zack growled. "You're just jealous 'cause of Carrie."
"Did
so
!" Justin shot back. "Ask her yourself, she'll tell you."
"So, did you get any?" was Zack's next question. "If you did, you better go to the free clinic! Heh, heh."
"Nah, Man, we just went to lunch." Justin tried to sound casual as he added, "But who knows what might happen later…"
They were in Zack's car on the way to Justin's house. Zack was over his earlier arrogance, and eager to get the dope deal made so he could get high. Justin seemed more interested in telling how he'd run into Tina and gone to lunch with her.
"He must be desperate,"
Zack thought,
"to go out with that skank."
"Would you forget about nookie for one minute, Dude?" Zack said a bit irritably. We gotta get to your place so you can get the money, we don't wanna be late for this deal. This guy gets nervous if he thinks you're not coming through."
"Well, maybe we shouldn't do it then," Justin said a little hesitantly. "I know some other guys, we'll go see one of them tomorrow."
"
Tomorrow?
" Zack asked in a panic.
"Yeah, Man. It's not like I'm out or anything, there's a few joints left," Zack replied. "I'm hungry, let's stop for some ice cream or something first."
"Dude, we can go get ice cream
after
we smoke. I wanna get this taken care of. Thought you did, too."
"Oh
now
you're in a hurry!" Justin said sharply. "If we'd done this at lunch like you
said
we would we'd be on our way to score right now. It's not my fault. And who's getting the money, anyway?" He was glaring at Zack.
"OK, OK," Zack said in an attempt to calm Justin down. "So I'm driving and you're paying. It works."
Zack whizzed around the bend in the street, pulled up to the curb in front of Justin's house and shut the engine off. "Looks like you've got company," he said.
Justin stopped glaring at Zack and whipped his head around in surprise to look at the house. It seemed to take him a moment to recognize the cars in the driveway. "Um, hey, it's just the step-bitch's Merc, and the old Chevy belongs to that mouse that's always hanging around with her," he said
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