Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt Sunny. I’m still working on my Mardi Gras season murders.

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The sunny day shining through her blinds woke Lu too early. “Ugh. I could sleep for two days.”

Aneto’s face propped on her mattress told her she better get up and let him out.

“I’m tired, dog. And there’s today and two more days to get through before Mardi Gras is over. I’m praying no one else gets killed. Three in two days is more than enough. Those poor souls.”

She flung the blankets off and sat up. Rubbing her face, she groaned. “Lord, I feel like I’ve aged twenty years in two days.”

“Come on, Aneto. If I don’t get up now, I never will and then I’ll have to clean up after you if you not get let outside.”

After leaving him in the backyard, Lu showered and dressed.

A knock at the door while she was putting on a red Henley shirt caused her to rush to finish getting dressed.

Malcolm stood on her porch. “I know it’s Sunday morning, but with three murders on my hands, I have to work the case. Want to try again to have that conversation with Brandon?”

“Yeah. Give me a minute to dry my hair and we’ll go.” She pointed to the kitchen. “Coffee is made. Aneto is outside and I’m quite sure he’s going to want the treats I know you have in your pocket.”

“It’s kind of expected of me to be sociable in that way when I come to call.” Malcolm winked. “After all, I have to stay on the good side of the man of the house.”

“I know that’s right.” She left him to tend to the dog and get himself some coffee.

When she was ready, she met him in the living room. “Any preliminary info from Broussard on the autopsy?”

“Not yet, but we did get lucky and get an ID on the guy found at the ball field.”

“Really? That’s good news, isn’t it?”

“For us, yes. Not so good for the family and friends who will soon learn the news that will change their lives. The murder of a close friend or a loved one will change your life.”

Lu knew he was well familiar with that since his own brother was murdered. She rubbed his arm. “I know. I didn’t mean it was good he was killed. I meant it would help with the investigation to know who the deceased was.”