He probably already has a girlfriend.
I sent a friend request.
He responded with a question mark almost
instantly.
Are all cops this standoffish?
Then I realized I’d forgotten the intro
message.
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I retyped, “Hi, I’m Ginger Knight, just moved
back to town.”
That should do it, right?
Nope.
Crickets.
Later that night, when I’d almost forgotten
about it, he finally messaged: “What the hell
do you want?”
I blinked.
Why the hostility?
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I double–checked with Mrs. Davison to make
sure I had the right number.
“Honey, Detective Davies is the sweetest
thing. Always helping folks out.”
Weird.
I hadn’t even done anything to him.
I patiently explained why I’d added him.
Still no response.
Mrs. Davison offered a solution: “No matter,
tomorrow I will take you to him, then you guys can be acquainted and it will be more
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I was exhausted.
Barely had the energy to keep my eyes open.
Thanked her sincerely and went to bed.
But sleep was a no–go.
My mind was a mess.
This was my old childhood bedroom.
I hadn’t even touched the other rooms.
Especially Grandma’s.
Tossing and turning, I felt a sudden heat in
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my nose.
Touched it.
Fingers came away slick with blood.
That snapped me awake.
Moonlight barely piercing the curtains, I sat
up, pinching my nose.
Stumbled to the bathroom.
Flicked on the light to find my pajamas
stained crimson.
I knew the drill by now.
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Thank God I came back home.
Hospital buddies would’ve been all over me,
clucking about how unfair it was.
They always pitied me, took care of me.
Loved being around them.
