Bridgeport Blues - Chapter Three
Published Oct 4, 2011

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I step out of the Bridgeport Police Department and blink against the blinding sunshine. I'm tired, mentally drained, and the only reason I haven't been locked up is because there's no physical evidence against me.

Some of my questions have been answered; at least now I know the woman's name is Elena Roberts. But I still don't know why I was asked to look for her, or by whom.
The cops were generous, at first. They said they wouldn't charge me with breaking and entering on the Robert's place if I would just admit that I made up the whole story about being hired to look for her.

I started out feeling cooperative and told them to go get the folder off my desk in my office. But when they came back and said there was no folder on my desk, I got wise and asked for my attorney.
My lawyer, Frank Mercer, is also my sister's husband, and he's always ready to bail me out when I get picked up. He thinks my life is one big adventure. That makes it sound like I get arrested all the time, but I'm usually just being told to stop poking my nose in police business. Frank shakes his head, "You must really be in it deep this time, bail was almost double your usual amount."
"Double?" I ask, "I'm flattered."
"Well you shouldn't be," he says. "In my experience, the higher the bail, the worse the crime. What'd you do this time?"
"Not a thing," I say, knowing he won't believe me.

We part on the steps and I head home.
Soon as I walk through the doorway and see my sparkling clean abode, I remember that I hired a maid yesterday and she's outdone herself. Great, now I won't be able to find anything.

Tired as I am, there's no time to sleep. I shower, shave and scarf down a Poptart while looking for some clean boxers then run down the stairs to my office.
I stand in the doorway, looking it over. Crowley and King, the two officers who had me picked up yesterday, had come back to search the place. I can tell they've been through my files since they didn't bother to close any of the cabinet drawers.

The folder is no longer on my desk, but I have no idea if the person who put it there came back for it or if the police have it and just want me to think they don't. Maybe I should get one of those fancy burglar alarms... I know they work.
I sit and open my notebook to a clean page and start listing everything I know about this case so far...

Elena Roberts, aged 27, a schoolteacher at Bridgeport Academy, left home for work four days ago and was found dead on the beach in Wilson's Cove two days later. For the time being, the police are calling her death a tragic accident.
Elena's husband, Steve Roberts, aged 32, is a certified star at Plumbob Studios. He says he was at home, rehearsing for his next movie, on the day his wife disappeared. No one saw him there but he claims his agent called and that will show up on the phone records.

They have one child, a son, Julio, aged 9, who is away at Master's Military Academy.
It has been in the tabloids that Elena and Steve were having domestic troubles after Steve was seen with his next leading lady. This is why Elena was living in that tiny home just outside town instead of with her husband in their mansion on the bluff overlooking the bay. It also explains why there was a burglar alarm on such a low-cost dwelling. Steve Roberts has told the police that he has no idea who I am, and is not responsible for putting anything on my desk. The police seem to believe him.

They had more trouble believing that I had no idea who the woman in the photograph was since she'd been plastered all over the news for quite some time. I didn't bother to tell them that I have spent the last few months in a nectar-induced haze.
My list of known items seems awfully short, especially since I am up to my neck in this mess. But one thing is clear, someone has dragged me in and I need to find out who and why before the cops decide I'm not as sweet and innocent as I appear...

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#9FikcijaOct 7, 2011

"Great, now I won't be able to find anything." \:D LOL, that's so much like me... Whenever I actually tidy up and put things in their places nicely, I can't find anything... Loved the "Plumbob pictures" idea. Can't wait for more! \:rah\:

#10fredbrennyOct 7, 2011

LOL \:D Loved it! Yeah... the "nectar-induced" haze will probably cause the biggest of problem... \:D

#11fabrizioammolloOct 7, 2011

This is really intriguing \:\)!

#12rosenoire87Oct 9, 2011

Loved it!\:wub\:

#13altea127Oct 12, 2011

\:rah\: \:rah\: \:wub\:

#14Audrey MayOct 16, 2011

Great chapter, Sara!  I love the screenshots of his brother-in-law lecturing him! LOL!

#15spitzmagicOct 18, 2011

LOL time to shape up or ship out clean out that nectar \:D Great chapter...on to the next one \:rah\:

#16alayaquinoMar 7, 2012

clever! i really love the way you write your stories! \:rah\:

#17maurieMar 27, 2012

Another page turner! You must have this mystery already resolved since it is coherent and reads so easily! Thank you for the good entertainment!

#18RennaraJul 27, 2012

Love the humour...\:\)

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