Has this ever happened to you? I’m about eighty-five percent finished with the first draft of the mystery I’m writing. I know how it ends, or at least I think I do, but I’m reluctant to finish. How come? Oh, I’ll write my daily word count all right, but watch, it won’t make a dent in where I’m at in the plot. Is this a form of writer’s block?
Anyway, here is the really, really rough, the place where I’m at:
Two minutes ago I thought Arthur was a dead end. Maybe and maybe not. Why would he have taken Whiskey? Or maybe he didn’t, but there was evidence in the CCTV footage: he had a gun pointed to her head. I just couldn’t put it together yet but I was beginning to get my mojo back. At least I knew that I didn’t know, and at least I had a hunch, something I could move with and sometimes you just need to keep moving, put one foot in front of the other.
There was an electricity in the air and Misty must have picked up on it because she came into the room to announce she’d beaten Robert in chess. Why wasn’t I surprised. I looked up and caught him in the overhead, his hair full of product. Unlike Lorraine’s, his was still dark and he wore it with a part in the middle, the sides gently sloping back. It went with his tee shirt, like a 1950s black and white. I could see the furrows made by his comb and the sad look in his eyes.
I punched in Jane’s number and I could hear Lorraine telling Misty the truth, we hadn’t found her mother yet, but we had another lead.
“Anything?” I listened while Jane told me what they’d found in Arthur’s apartment, not a lot, an old-fashioned key with a tag and the word Goods in block letters. I told her what I knew about him and his scheme to sell paint to the city. She was going to have her team start looking for his warehouse.
“Needle in a haystack,” Robert said.
“We’re all needles in a haystack,” Misty said. “I know Mom’s alive. She’s got to be alive.” She ran a finger over her upper lip.
Then my phone lit up and started vibrating. I didn’t know it then, but it was my lucky call.
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