The Sex Opera ...Season 2

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Chapter 2, part 2

“Yes, I’m Detective Bolden, and this is Detection Jessie, we need to speak with Miss Brie Higgins.”

“Well, as you can see I’m not her.” Frank went to close the door.

“Ah, is she home?” Detective Bolden spoke up.

“No she isn’t.” Frank looked at both guys taking in their appearance and rigid demeanor.

“Do you know when she’ll be returning?” Jessie asked.

“No I don’t.”

“Are you her husband?”

“I don’t think that’s any concern of yours but no I’m not.”

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“Oh shit! I forgot my calculator,” Brie huffed as she activated the blinker and prepared herself for a U-turn in the middle of Eight Mile Road. She checked to make sure it was safe to circle the median and waited for the oncoming traffic light to turn green.

Within minutes she drove down her street where she saw an unfamiliar car parked in front of her home. Frank stood in the doorway, with his arms folded across his chest as two men stood in front of him with notepads and pens on hand.

Brie drove two house down, and parked in a vacant home drive way. She walked up the sideway and up to parker’s driveway. Without out catching the attention of Frank or the unknown persons he spoke with, Brie cut through Parker’s backyard and into her own adjoining yard. She unlocked the backdoor and crept through the kitchen to catch the conversation between Frank and the two men.

“Well, we’re here investigating the disappearance of,” Bolden flipped open his notepad, “Bruce Higgins.”

Brie cupped her mouth and stared blankly at the wall separating she and her fiancé. Frank stood frozen. “I’m sorry I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe you guys should come back another time to talk with Brie. I’m sure she has nothing to hide.”

“Apparently she does. We’ve received information that led us to believe that Ms. {last name] husband didn’t run out on her.”

“Who would tell you such bullshit?”

“Someone who has a vested interest in the missing party.”

“Well, I can assure you, Brie has nothing to do with any wrongdoing. Her husband left her to fend for herself and her daughter. If anyone has doubts that they should have their head examined. Brie couldn’t hurt a fly if it landed on her food.”

“That’s nice. But we need to talk with Mizz Higgins whenever she becomes available. Do you know when it’s best for us to return?”

“I don’t know. Just pop up like you did today.” Without waiting for any more conversation exchanged, Frank rudely closed the door and traveled back up the stairs, skipping one step at a time.