Tick Tock: Two

           She had just had her nails polished the day before for the wedding of her niece and didn’t want to chip them. Curiosity got to her. As Kelli dug her hands into the moist sand, she felt a small bottle. Inside was a note and a key.

“PLEASE  - WHO EVER FINDS MEANS SOMETHING HORRIBLE HAS HAPPENED.    I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE TO HIDE THIS.  BUT I ALSO HID ANOTHER BOTTLE WITH THE SAME NOTE AND A DIFFERENT KEY.  YOU ARE GOING TO NEED BOTH KEYS. 

BUT FIRST, CONTACT DETECTIVE MONIHAN AT THE YORK POLICE DEPARTMENT IN MAINE.  HE WILL KNOW WHAT TO DO.”

IN HONOR OF THE TRUTH

Jill

          Kelli’s heart was pounding.  Her palms were sweaty and it wasn’t from the moist sea air.  

          What have I gotten myself into?

         “Hi, is this Detective Monihan?  Jill left me a note to contact you,” Kelli said.

There was an uncomfortable silence at the other end.  

           “Yes, it is.  How about we meet 4 p.m. today.  The Coffee Shop in town?” he said.

“I can do 4 today. See you then,” Kelli said.

      

Kelli’s mind was racing with questions. Was she being watched?  Was this a set up?  Would she be in danger now, too?

She was a long way from Peoria.  And from her ex.  How could she ever have stayed so long.  It was just that he was b-o-r-i-n-g.  He was just not her type.  I mean who knows one’s type at twenty?  Especially when you just got out of a training bra for God’s sake. 

And that is another thing.  What are they being trained for?  She shook her head, flipped her long black hair toward her back and mumbled.

Whatever.

Kelli didn’t know the seacoast too well.  She had only been here a month.  But she loved her job.  Marine biology was her calling. Nothing could make her happier than spending the day on a whaling boat and watching the pods.  She thought they were superior to humans.