This is my Friday Fictioneers submission for Wednesday July 1st, hastily conceived as I sit in a car park waiting for a meeting. It’s slightly over the 100 words, but nothing dramatic.
Incidentally, for anyone enjoying this, you might be interested to know that I’ve got a near finished collection of short stories which I’ll hopefully be publishing sometime this month. No title, yet, and inertia could put paid to the whole enterprise but keep your eyes peeled.
Thanks to Jean L. Hays for the inspiration.
“”Again?” asks Captain Connell, Des Moines PD.
Shears nods,”Householder reported her missing this morning.”
“He’s sure she’s gone?”
“Garage hadn’t been parked in.”
“Owner couldn’t have left the handbrake off?”
A shake of the head. “He’s hiding something, alright. But not that.”
Hesistantly, Farell asks, “Joyriders?”
Shears spits on the floor. “This was a professional job.”
“Our guy, then?”
Shears puffs out his cheeks, exhales, “CSI have been. Definite spatter.”
“Oil?” Asks the Captain, fearing the worst.
“Mostly. Some break fluid.”
Connell swallows, “So what do we do, detective?”
“Nothing we can do, Captain,” says Shears, “‘Cept wait for the chassis to turn up, hope he’s left some clues.”