Page 102 of Holiday on the Rocks
“Do you think everything is okay?”
The answer came swiftly as the door flew open and two officers led our freezer friend out of the building in handcuffs. He saw us and yelled, “You got the wrong guy! They did it! They’re crazy!”
He was put into the backseat of the car before we went inside and hauled ass upstairs. The hall that was now filled with yellow crime scene tape and an officer was standing guard outside the door.
A door across the hall opened and a woman stepped out.
Allie walked over. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“I don’t know for sure, but that guy seems a like a nut job.” She whispered, “There’s always weird sounds coming from his place late at night.”
Kristina whispered, “What kind of sounds?”
She leaned in closer. “Like maybe an electric saw or something?”
Lexi’s gasp nearly sucked the fire extinguisher from the wall while Kristina’s eyes were softballs.
The stranger looked around before continuing. “And on December 13th, which is Taylor Swift and author Mary Lee Painter’s birthday by the way, he had a ginormous deep freezer delivered.” She nodded. “I think he’s the Super Saver Serial Killer.”
Now I was leaning in. “The what?”
“Several months ago, some people went to the Super Saver grocery store and were never seen again. They went in for Goldfish crackers, and vanished. I think it’s him.”
Rachel’s grabbed Lexi’s hand. “And he chopped them up and put them in his freezer?”
She gave a knowing nod. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Shit.” Allie looked up at me.
The lady waved her hand in the air. “I’m going to check my police scanner to try to get some dirt.” She disappeared back into her apartment.
Allie shook her head. “Emily’s wedding food is in the freezer with dead people? She’s going to kill us.”
Rachel stomped her foot. “What are we going to do? Emily’s desserts are in there with feet or arms? I need alcohol, stat.”
I clapped my hands. “Everybody calm down. First of all, that lady may be crazy.”
“I’m not crazy.” Muffled through the door as we all jumped and quickly moved a few feet away.
The police officer took a step towards us. “I’ll need you all to leave.”
Lexi looked at me. “What do we do, Levi?”
I shrugged. “How would I know?”
“Well, you had some experience with this kind of shit back in the day. I believe you’re the only one here with a criminal record. I thought you might have a clue.”
“I never dealt with murder.”
She shrugged. “We don’t know that.”
“Yes, we do.” I walked to the police officer. “Excuse me sir, the man that lives here had let us store some wedding reception food in his freezer an hour ago. It looks like you’re really busy here, but we just wanted to get our desserts real quick.”
His head shook. “This is the scene of an investigation and nobody will enter. The detectives should be here soon to proceed.”
Kristina flashed a smile. “Hello officer. Thank you for your service. Our friend is getting married tomorrow, and due to a freezer issue at the caterer’s business below, we were allowed to store some reception food there for an hour. We really need to get it because it’s for a wedding. Super important stuff.”
“I see. Looks like you’re in a pickle.”
