Page 36 of Forged in Dusk
“Hi, this is Claudette Morgan. David just informed me that I’m your new assistant. Is there anything you would like me to start on,” I ask, trying to control my excitement?
“Hey, glad you called. I’m out at a scene, but I would like to meet to review where I need your help so we can work together as efficiently as possible,” Ludy says.
I can hear a lot of noise in the background and many shouts.
“Okay, sounds good. Would you like me to join you now,” I ask, looking around my desk?
I start to turn off my laptop and gather my equipment.
“Absolutely! You can see what we’re working on, and then we can have a late lunch to review the game plan. I’ll text you the address,” Lucy says.
“Awesome on my way,” I say.
“Okay, later,” Lucy says, ending the call.
I gather all of my equipment, sliding them into my backpack. I grab my purse and open it to take out my keys. I place my wallet inside the backpack walking out of my cubicle. I walk out to my car, open the door, throw my bag to the passenger seat, sliding onto the front seat.
I place my cell phone on the dash, turn my car on, and stare at the cell phone, waiting for the text message. Finally, after a few minutes, it beeps and lights up. I grab it sliding my finger over the screen to open the text.
Lucy ~ Elder creek and Power In.
Claudette ~ K.
I text her back; then I text my Kon Kon to let him know.
Claudette ~ Kon Kon, I’m unable to have lunch. I have a new assignment as an assistant to an investigative reporter.
Kon ~ Congratulations, Princess Baby. I’m so proud of you. See you later, love you.
Claudette ~ Thank you, love you Kon Kon.
I smile; my heart swells with happiness. Kon Kon owns my soul.
I get to the scene, and it’s absolutely gruesome, and it looks familiar. It looks the same as Lisa’s crime scene. It breaks my heart; I feel shaken for a minute. I inhale deeply to control my panic; then, I walk over to Lucy.
“Hi Lucy,” I say, raising my right eyebrow, smiling at her.
“Yes, Claudette, right,” Lucy says, smiling, extending her arm(hand) in greeting.
I take her hand, shaking it, nodding.
“It looks like it was a vicious attack,” I say, flipping my hair behind my shoulder.
“Yes, it’s worse than the last one and what scares me is that there are more homicides each day,” Lucy says, looking around the scene that has been taped off by the police.
The police officers gather all evidence, take photos, and talk to possible witnesses.
“I understand that it’s been several weeks of such attacks,” I say, looking at the blood.
I inhale and exhale to keep control, to remain cool. I can’t risk a panic attack, the flashes of what happened. Hmm. . . . maybe I have PTSD.
“Let’s have lunch since I have the information that I need from this scene,” Lucy says, walking towards the street.
“That sounds great,” I say, nodding, following her down the street.
We get into our cars, and I follow her to the fast food. We get our orders, taking a seat inside in a booth.
I listen to Lucy; she tells me everything from day one, which surprises me. The number of deaths blows my mind, and I get scared because we were so close to the killer.
