She drifted back. To the times she felt safe and not
safe. It was like that for most of her life. Like the times she was lost
in herself. Perusing family albums sometimes centered her. Though she
didn't dare tell him. He didn't understand anything emotional, unless of
course, it was something he was feeling. She was glad she was out of that
dyad. But now the business of this key.
Miraculously, there was an open
spot in which to park by The Coffee Shop.
It is usually packed at 4 p.m.
People rushing in to grab something for the weekend. They made the best pastries.
A well built man stepped outside
an unmarked car.
“Are you Kelli Hennessey?
“I am if you are...”
“Sorry, I am Detective Monihan.”
He flashed his badge.
“Can we go inside and talk? he
said.
“What would you like?”
“A vanilla latte would be
great. Thank you.”
“Let me cut to the chase. Kelli, Jill was my partner. Another detective on the squad. She was investigating a murder.”
Kelli sat perfectly still. More scared than anything.
“You see, a few months ago, a
federal senator was at the beach.
Vacationing with family. Jill
happened to be sitting next to her. They
began to talk. The senator had been
crying.”
“Well, Jill asked if there was
anything she could do to help this woman.”
“Then all of a sudden this woman
comes up with this scenario.”
“Okay. What would you do if you undiscovered a conspiracy
to withhold evidence about crimes that were committed. And you are a public official?”
“Wow, that is a toughie. I would weigh the pros and cons. I would definitely tell my truth. At least for myself, I couldn’t live with it,”
Jill said.
“I came to the beach to relax and
here I am going through Kleenex.”
Kelli took a deep breath and
slowly let it out.
“That is a mouthful, Detective,”
Kelli said.
“So what did she do?”
“She told Jill to follow the news
and if she noticed that she had been murdered to please look into it,” the
Detective said.
“As you can imagine, the
unbelievable happened.”
He reached for his sleeve, wiping
the tears from his cheeks.
“Ten years together. We were a team. Jill was cute as a button, athletic, smart
and so kind. OMG was she nice. And strong when she had to be.”
Kelli sipped her latte. Her blue eyes softened as she cuddled the detective’s
arm. It was clear he worked out daily.
She didn’t understand why, but she felt very safe with him. It wasn’t just the cop thing. He was nicely vulnerable.
And Kelli needed vulnerable.
Okay. Here’s the rub. The “CIA runs drugs, Wall Street launders the
money” the IRS is corrupt as can be. The
make deals with corporations. They don’t
make deals with poor saps like us. A
fortune is made off the military. These
Congressional types all have interests in all of the things they vote on. The Senator saw lots of it. She started to expose it. Then she was found dead the next day. She told Jill and Jill was killed a week
later.
“Look. The BP oil spill, Movie theatre and other
murders – they’re all done deals. A ploy
to take the attention off these bastards. Corruption at the highest levels.”
“I need more than coffee right
now,” the Detective continued.
Kelli knew much of this on her
own. She saw the marine mammals dying of
toxicity. She knew what the oil
executives wanted. The Gulf
of Mexico condemned so they could use it for more oil refineries.
“One more thing. The bombings in Boston? The one alleged surviving brother? Geeze.
They slit his throat so he couldn’t talk. Where have you seen one alleged suspect
disappear like that? Never!
The military wants to go after the
Muslims. They got the media to play it
up. America and apple pie. What the
corporate government really wants is access to their oil rich country,” he
added.
Kelli dropped her head. All she wanted was to sit on the beach. Alone.
Uninvolved. Sort out her life.
Kelli and Detective Moynihan left
The Coffee Shop together. She didn’t
know he had other unmarks in the area with video cameras. She also didn’t know he had her followed to
protect her. Even staked out 24-7
surveillance for her protection.
He thought she was adorable.
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