Slick
Copyright© 2019 by KingBandor
Chapter 12
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever hard to do in my career, but I wouldn’t let anyone else contact Dave or tell him about his wife. I drove to his house. He was there and answered the door.
“Bill, what are you doing here?” he asked when he saw me. My face must have alerted him to the serious nature of my visit. “Is it Melissa? What’s happened? Is she alright?” His questions came flooding out, faster than I could track them.
“Dave, can we sit down?” I asked, gesturing inside. He stepped back and let me in.
“Sure, but where’s Melissa? Is she okay?”
We sat down in his formal living room. From its pristine state, I was sure it got as little regular use as ours. I took a deep breath. “Dave, there’s no easy way to tell you this. Melissa is dead.”
“What?” he fired back. “Don’t fuck around, Bill, this is serious.”
“I’m sorry, Dave, but it’s true. Her body was found a couple of hours ago.”
“That’s not possible! She went to Girl’s Night Out with Jude and the girls from yoga.” He jumped up and grabbed his cellphone. “I’ll call her. You’ll see. She’s fine.”
“Dave, she was positively ID’d. She had her bag with her, her driver’s license, plus,” I hesitated to tell him, but I pushed forward, “I saw her. It was Melissa.”
“There must be a mistake,” he said, dropping back into the chair. I got up and poured him a glass of bourbon. He took it with trembling hands, stared at it, then downed it in one gulp.
“You’re sure it was her?” he asked as I refilled his glass.
“Yes.”
“I can’t believe it. How?” Dave asked, “How did it happen? Was it an accident? Had she been drinking?”
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