Sugar and Spice - Chapter Nine

 

          Chapter Nine

October 17 Friday Noon

Cambridge Police Headquarters

Cambridge, Massachusetts

 

PATRICK KELLY WATCHED the child on the other side of the two-way glass. Her arms were folded. When he pouted as a child, his mother would say “You could ride a bike around that lip.”

There was no lawyer with this second interview. No father would rush in, Bill had told him. He’d been killed before Juliana Beaudoin was born.

The mother was an attractive woman. One of his challenges in his profession was that he had to put a brake on his imagination. He could see Mrs.? Ms.? Beaudoin walking along a beach with mountains in the background. He didn’t dress her in a bathing suit. More like a winter beach where she’d be wearing a puff coat.

This wasn’t a sexual thing with him, although Anna-Marie Beaudoin was a beautiful woman, and he could see her as the heroine of a novel. Patrick Kelly had a secret desire to write, a desire that never went as far as sitting down and putting pen to paper or fingers to laptop. His studies and family took up too much time and energy.

God he was hungry. Didn’t the police believe in lunch breaks? The hunger pangs were tap dancing in his stomach when Bill opened the door to the observation room. His friend put a bag on the table in front of the two-way mirror. “Lunch. I assume you still like tuna fish subs. And I got extra Coke. I’m coffee’d out.”

“Perfect. Lord knows, we ate enough like this at my mom’s.”

“I’ll let you form your own. Mother’s hot, isn’t she?”

They woofed down the food.