A murder mystery novella written in conversations.

What am I going to say, that I didn’t want you to come over? C’mon! Get a grip! Of course I wanted to see you. I wouldn’t have opened the door if I didn’t want you here. No, I wouldn’t turn off the light and hide behind the couch or something stupid like that. I just wouldn’t let you in. Now, do you want some coffee? I’ve got a pot on the stove. Yeah, that’s chili going over there. I was going to make it for dinner tonight. Since you want pizza, we’ll have it tomorrow night. You’re still coming over, right?

Oh, ok. I guess that won’t be a problem. What do you think about Marie? Is she doing ok? Yeah, I don’t know. She seemed real spooked when that tape arrived in the mail. Yeah, some guy was over earlier today. He was talking to her and asking all kinds of these questions. I think he got her more upset then you could have with your hotheads. No, I don’t think she knows about the boys and that fight. Let’s not talk about it with her around. She’d just blow up over that. Marie’s got a real problem with kids fighting for some reason. Not that I think it’s a terribly good thing, but some of that… Well, it’s just natural. So who is going to give a fuck about it, right?

Anyways, what did she say to you? Is that true? I didn’t think she wanted to go to Mexico. I always thought she wanted to go to Ireland. Yeah, the way she listens to that music, you’d think she’d have lived there before or something. Oh, well, she goes on and on about that past life stuff every once in a while. I don’t know. If it wasn’t for her down right spooky way of picking up on things, I wouldn’t have believed it. But, well, you’ve seen her. She’s scary when she’s going and is in her groove.

She could tell you things about yourself that no one but you is supposed to know. And those eyes, it’s like she could stare right thru you. No, I don’t know what she’s working on over there. Marie never tells me anything. And you know what? I kinda like it that way. She gets creepy sometimes. Well, actually, she gets creepy way too often. Something about that woman, she knows things that no one is supposed to know. I can almost believe her when she tells me that she can hear the dead and they tell her things that she’s supposed to know.

I mean how did she predict Brett and his truck. Right, I know, we can say that all we want. We could say it until we’re blue in the face. “It was just a coincidence!” Yeah, it was just a lucky guess that she knew Brett was getting a truck and that his wife was going to be pissed. But who the hell knew that he had a wife? Or that he owed something like six years of back alimony and child support? I mean, the woman is scary, man. Marie Claire scares me, dude. That woman is just down right spooky.

Yeah, I guess the coffee sucks. I think I left it in the pot too long. You think it’s burnt? I don’t know. It doesn’t smell burnt to me. What do you mean I can’t smell burnt coffee? Yeah, well, you and your tobacco doesn’t exactly make you a success either. Oh, whatever, you couldn’t smell a rotten egg if you sat in it. No, I’m not talking about it, she’s disturbed. No, I guess it’s ok. Yeah, whatever. You gonna eat that? Well, I’m having it then.

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