Monday morning at 10 AM we get another prompt from Trifecta. You don’t know who Trifecta is? It is a group that provides two prompts each week, on Monday and Friday for your fiction writing pleasure. The Monday prompt is geared to fall between 33 and 333 words and based on a one word prompt. Using the third definition from the Merriam Webster Online Dictionary you will put together a fiction masterpiece. Along with the other nearly 100 writers taking the plunge you will create an exciting story for others to read.
This is another installment of my serial story about the adventures of Sophia Marcus, homicide detective. You can read the preceding chapters at this page: Detective Sophie Marcus
With that said let’s get on to the word for Trifecta Week Ninety-Four.
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A uniformed officer was waiting at the side of the facing desks Sophie and Tom called home. The young man stood with a look of urgency on his face, which brightened when the two detectives approached. Tom knew the young man had something interesting to share. He had known the kid since he was a boy, working with his father as a patrol officer years before. The kid had a face that could never make him a winner playing poker.
“We made a third sweep, widening the search area. We found this among some trash near the back of the cell phone store two blocks from the scene,” the young man shared.
Sophie slid on a pair of plastic gloves before she retrieved the clear evidence bag from the box on her desk. Inside was a gas mask, the kind one would use if they planned to be exposed to something hazardous.
“We dusted for prints. Dr. Baker is running them through the databases now.”
“Why would there be a gas mask?” Tom asked.
“Where did Konrad Kord work?” Sophie asked, examining the other items in the box.
“He didn’t,” the young officer reported. “He bounced from job to job, never really settling anywhere,” the young man said referring to a clipboard with some papers he shuffled through.
“Perhaps he depended on daddy to keep him afloat,” Tom reasoned.
“So no job to help us determine why he was on Keller Street,” Sophie replied.
“That would be too easy,” the young officer said his head down as he read the papers on his clipboard. The lack of response from the detectives drew his attention and he looked at both of them apologetically.
“Sorry, I guess I was channeling one of my favorite television characters. It is what he would have said in the same situation.
“I think we need to make a visit to speak to the commissioner’s wife,” Tom said.
“Ex-wife, you mean,” the young officer corrected Tom.
“Oh goody,” Sophie groaned.
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That gas mask raises some interesting questions. I can’t wait to see where this all leads.
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Ex-wives are always fun!
For some reason Konrad seems to be the right kind of name for a mysterious guy. I like the channeling his favorite character part as well.
Channeling television characters… hahaha.
Hey… Sophie is still on the job! It’s been awhile, Joe. I’ll try to keep up with Sophie’s cases now.
The young officer cracked me up…he seems very ‘green’, I’m curious about what comes of the meeting with the commissioner’s ex!
I started to put the meeting with the ex in this episode and use the beauty mask, but that seemed too much of a stereotype.