This is a work of fiction that has been created for The Red Writing Hood weekly prompt. It is the story of Charlotte & Joe and the mystery surrounding their daughter Mandy’s disappearance. The following piece is actually Part II of the installment Lost & Found and my first real attempt at dialogue in fiction. If you would like to read the first two installments, you can catch up with Day Tripper & Day Tripper-Birthday. CONCRIT is most definitely wanted and welcomed. Thank you!
Something was eating at his gut. He wasn’t sure, but it was gnawing at him. He turned to head back to the cottage and felt a grip tighten on his elbow.
“Jeeze! Mary! I thought I said to stay in the house!” He tried to ease her worry. “It’s not screams. It’s a boat rubbing up against the slip.”
“A boat? What kind of boat? Who’s in it at this time of night? How did it get in here?” Too many questions fired out of her mouth.
“It’s a kayak I think, and nobody’s in it that I can tell. I have no idea how it got in there, but I’m pretty sure the wind helped it along.”
“A kayak?” Mary asked again.
“Hey, Mar, you know that news story we were watching about a month ago? The one about the missing girl?”
“You don’t think…” Mary trying to keep step with the quickening pace.
“I do. I don’t know why, but I think it’s the one they’ve been looking for. I’m gonna give Hank a call to come take a look.”
Mary started a pot of coffee. If there was anything she learned in all these years, these guys loved their coffee, no matter what time of day or night.
Bob grabbed the phone and dialed the exchange that rang at his old desk.
It only rang twice before he heard a voice from the past, “Officer Toohey speaking.”
“Hey, Sam, Bobby here.”
“Bobby! Hey, man how are ya? Been a long time!” his joy-filled voice, quickly turning to concern by glancing at the desk clock. “Hey, everything ok? Kinda late to be calling.”
“Yeah. Yeah, all is okay. Hey, is Hank on tonight?” Bob asked.
“Sure. Yeah, he’s here. Hold on. Hey, Bobby-nice to hear your voice.” Sam Toohey missed his old boss.
Bob knew that he was being announced as his call was being patched through.
Hank thought that Bob would have stayed in touch a bit more, but when one has the chance to retire early and spend quality time with family, then he guessed Bob was taking full advantage. He hoped that he would be able to do the same when it came time for his golden watch.
“Well, well, well, listen to what the cat dragged in. Bob, how the hell are ya?” Hank greeted his friend.
“Hey, Hank. Listen. I think you need to come by here.” Bob was short on formalities. He wanted to chat with his friend, but now was not the time. “You know the girl that went missing on that kayak trip down by…”
“I went to high school with her mother.” Hank replied.
“Well, I think the damn boat is in my slip. Woke up me and Mary with the craziest sound and so I went and checked it out. It’s wedged pretty good. I’m not positive, but I just have a hunch.”
Hank knew that if Bob Williams was calling him in the middle of the night and had a hunch, then it was something he should act on. “I’ll be over in ten.”
“Good enough. Thanks Hank.” Bob looked at Mary and ran his hands over his head.
“Hank’s on his way over.”
The prompt I chose for this week was limited to 700 words and had this inspiration behind it:
“In the middle of the night, you get an urgent call from a friend you haven’t talked to in years. Something terrible has happened. What is it and why is he/she calling you?”
Part 1 will be posted soon!
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