Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt year. I am still in the same story with the heroine who can speak to spirits. This week, she is only talking to the living. 🙂

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A woman with shoulder length curly hair stalked across the yard toward them with her hand up like she was a school crossing guard. “If your here to prey on my mother for news, you can get out of here right now. No reporters. We’re not making any statements. Go.”

Lu rolled her window down. “Are you Teresa, Brandon’s sister?”

“I don’t have to tell you anything. Get out of my mom’s driveway.”

Malcolm held up his badge and muttered, “So much for being subtle.”

The woman stalked up to the window. “What did you just say?”

Lu held her hand out of the window. “Hang on a second. We aren’t reporters. He’s the lead detective on the case. He has some questions and didn’t want to bother your mom. We were out here trying to decide how to proceed to cause the least additional angst to your family. We decided to try to seek out Teresa and talk to her.”

“You should’ve come to the door. We’ve had a ton of calls and some reporters come by. Mom is sedated but she keeps waking up crying. It’s hard for us all.”

“Can we take up less than fifteen minutes of your time or Teresa’s? I promise we’ll be quick,” Malcolm said.

“I’m Teresa. If we can do it out here, I’d be okay with it. I don’t want to invite you in. Mom will be okay in a day or so—at least okay enough to have a conversation—but I don’t want her bothered today.”

“We respect that. I just have a couple of questions that may help us get a lead on who did this.” Malcolm tilted his head toward the back seat. “Want to get in and talk?”

Lu smiled gently. “Let me get out. The detective seems to have forgotten he’s in his personal vehicle and he has two car seats back there for his children.”

Teresa gave a smile back. “We can go over to the lawn chairs Mom has under the tree. She likes to sit out here and watch the kids play. They stay out all year.”

Lu hadn’t noticed a group of four plastic Adirondack chairs under a big oak. “That sounds perfect.”

As soon as they were settled in, Teresa said, “Now, what do you think I can help you with?”