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Note to reader...
A couple of months ago, I entered a writing contest called "Summer
Shootout". I came in fourth!
The
contest entailed receiving a 'prompt' on Saturday, and having until the
following Saturday to submit a short story. There really were no other
rules, other than the deadline.
Some people have asked to read the stories I submitted, so I'm posting them here.
This story is for the second prompt given. "An angry woman, a silver platter and a cannon."
I
wrote a short story titled, "Scavenge", submitted here as "McShane". It's a detective, murder/mystery piece.
Thanks for reading.
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McShane
by j l mo
Sam
fumbled for her ringing cell and cursed as it fell off of the nightstand. The
ring tone belonged to her mom. She decided to leave the phone on the floor and
let the call go to voice mail. Calling at nine o’clock in the morning on her
day off deserved voice mail.
The
phone finally stopped ringing. She turned to her side and nuzzled down in the
pillow as the cell announced with a beep a message had been left. The damn
thing started ringing again. Mom was calling back. Then Sam remembered why Mom
was calling so early. Her eyes popped open and she quickly sat up on the edge
of the bed. She wanted Sam to go on a scavenger hunt with someone she’d just
met yesterday. The whole thing sounded strange. She fumbled for the ringing
phone on the floor.
“Yes,
Mom. I’m up.”
“Samantha
Angus McShane! You were supposed to be here already.”
“C’mon,
Mom, you said ten o’clock.”
“I
said we start at ten. You and I were going to have breakfast first.”
Sam
cursed again. She’d forgotten about that. “Sorry, Ma” Sam fell back on her bed.
“I can still make ten. Tell me again why we’re doing this?”
“I
want you to meet Tom! Sam, he’s gorgeous and I know you two are meant for each
other. I told him my single daughter is a detective, and then he told me about
this scavenger hunt his church was holding. One team member has to find their
two teammates through riddles. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Tom almost dropped
out because his two friends couldn’t go, so I volunteered us!”
Sam
groaned. “Ma, how do you know he isn’t some scam artist?”
“I
just know. He says he goes to the First United Methodist Church and his Sunday
school group is hosting this to raise money for the orphanage.”
Sam
smiled at her mother’s continued attempts to replace Amy. “Did you check out
the guy like I suggested?”
“Would
you, for once, trust my judgment?” her mother said with a huff.
“Ma,
you know I hate riddles.” After a heavy sigh she dragged herself off of the bed
and said, “I’m on my way to meet you.”
“You
don’t have to. Tom says we can start early and send you the first riddle by
text. That way you don’t have to come all the way to his church to get it. The
answer to the riddle will tell you where to go to get the second one. Don’t
forget to take a picture to prove you found it. Since there are only four
riddles total, we should be done in time to have lunch together. Okay?”
“Yeah,
Okay.”
The
first riddle came as a text message thirty minutes later. Sometimes Sam hated
her own suspicious mind.
A
park in town
turned
upside down
take
the shot
you’ll
know the spot
Sam
hit the call back button to reach her mom. The call went to voice mail. Sam
called her partner and asked him to run a background check on Tom Novak, her
mom’s new friend.
This
first riddle was taking her to Soqquadro Park. Last year she cornered a scum
named Aldo facing drug charges and a murder warrant in that very park. The
barrel of his gun was pointed at Sam's head when she, her partner Charles, and half
the police force took him out in a spray of bullets and blood. She lived, he
died. Aldo’s partner River Nowak got away, but last known whereabouts put him somewhere
in Southeast Asia.
She
found the second riddle before Charles called her back. Under the shrub where
Aldo’s body had fallen she found a miniature set of stairs like one found on a
large dollhouse. Each of the four wooden steps contained a carved sentence.
The
bank got robbed
Women
sobbed
your
friend died there
on
the stair
Sam
swallowed the lump forming in her throat. River Nowak was back, and he had her
mom. Wasn’t killing Amy enough? She snapped the photo as her cell rang.
Charles
said, “Mr. Tom Novak is a white male of dubious descent, according to this
photo, who flew into OIA last week. His current whereabouts are unknown. Sam,
he came in from Bangkok.”
Sam’s
stomach clenched tighter. Straight from Southeast Asia. “Tell me true, Charles.
Could the picture be River Nowak in disguise?”
“Yeah,
I’m afraid so.”
“Shit!
He’s got mom.” Sam started jogging toward her car.
“I’ve
got a couple of uniforms on their way to you.”
She
clenched her jaw, but tried not to let her frustration come through her voice.
“You promised not to tell the Captain.”
“Hold
on now, I’ve kept my promise. I’ve spoken to Officer Smith and Officer Wesson.
They volunteered to watch your back until more than just the two of them are
needed.”
“Alright,
but tell them to keep their distance. We don’t know if Nowak’s got eyes on me
or not.”
“Done.
What’s the next riddle?”
“You’re
not gonna believe this. River wants me to go to First National. I’m pretty sure
the next clue will be on the staircase.”
“What
a sick son of a bitch. I’m calling the Chief as well as the Feds. Come on in,
Sam. You’re too close to this. Let the FBI and the department handle matters
from here.”
“I
will, but not now. The bastard’s drawing me in.” Charles was silent for a
matter of moments. She added, “I’ll be careful.”
“Fine,
but I’m telling everyone to meet you at First National.”
“Wouldn’t
expect anything less, Charles.”
“The
bank’s been closed since the robbery. You want me to call the real estate
company to go unlock a door?”
Sam
thought for a moment. “No,” she replied. “If River wants me inside, he’s left a
way. Listen, I’ll check in, but definitely keep tabs on me, OK? It’s good to
know Smith and Wesson have my back.”
“I
swear the Captain put them together just so we could say that.”
“Bye,
Charles.”
The
bank stood only a few blocks from the park. Aldo had stuck to his territory,
and River was doing the same. First National occupied a corner of a two-story
strip mall. She parked her car in front and removed her S&W J-Frame from
the lockbox in the glove compartment.
The
front door was locked and the stairway couldn’t be seen though the windows from
this angle. Sam watched a patrol car roll by in the reflection of the glass.
She waited until they passed before she walked around to the back the building.
The emergency exit door stood open.
Careful
not to touch the door or frame, she entered shouting, “This is the police! I am
armed. Show yourself with your hands over your head!” Silence answered her.
Keeping the weapon raised, she crept down the sunlit hallway and into the
abandoned bank’s lobby. She glanced around the corner to the stairs on her
left. On the third stair, right where Amy died sat a piece of paper on a small
silver platter.
The
memory of that horrid day crashed on her. A lump in her throat threatened to
burst as she blinked away the tears and swallowed hard. Memories of their life
together painfully resurfaced. Amy had been buried for more than a year, along
with Sam’s heart. Why would this sick son of a bitch do this? Amy was an innocent
in the bank when Aldo and his buddies stormed in. Sam took several deep,
cleansing breaths. Careful not disturb any evidence, she read the next clue.
the
bar was filled
you
were billed
the
tab was paid
in
the shade
“Son
of a bitch!” Sam shouted at no one. She snapped the picture and then called
Charles. “The bastard wants me to go to the ruins of O’Malley’s.”
“You
got the riddle? Why did you go in? You should have waited. Now you’re gonna get
your ass chewed. Stay there, the others should arrive any second. Don’t touch
anything else!”
“I
haven’t touched a god damned thing, Charles. And I ain’t waiting. Do me a
favor. Let them find this riddle on their own and figure out the meaning. Then
they can chase me. Tell Smith and Wesson where I’m going, though. It was good
to see them roll by.” Charles didn’t answer for a moment. Sam held her breath
waiting for her partner’s decision to let her go on alone or not.
Finally
he said, “You cried in my arms for an hour on those stairs, Sam. I know how
much you loved Amy. But your dying won’t bring her back, or bring your Mom
home.”
“I
hear you. Will you keep them off my ass for another minute?”
“Go.
Please be careful.”
“Thanks.”
She didn’t bother to tell him she was already parking on a corner lot four
blocks from the bank. This spot once held the most popular bar in town. The old
oak tree here did not completely escape the massive flames that claimed so many
lives. A portion of the trunk and branches still appeared singed. Somehow she,
Amy, Charles, and his wife Isabella escaped the death trap that night. Sam was
put through the ringer with Internal Affairs for the next six weeks.
Under
the tree sat another small silver platter holding the final riddle.
when
you soared
the
cannon roared
then
came thunder
she’ll
be under
Sam
read the paper twice. The patrol car driving by ever so slowly caught her
attention. She realized she should be moving. Snapping the picture she got back
in her car and drove away. The problem being, she had no idea where she was
driving. The riddle made no sense. There was nothing her mind could recall
tying Aldo, or River, to a cannon or soaring or thunder. After driving
aimlessly for ten minutes, she called Charles.
“What
do you know about a cannon?”
“There’s
a cannon in Soqquadro Park.”
“No
there’s not.”
“Yeah,
they put a little one in about six months ago. A plaque says the thing was
found on a sunken Spanish ship fairly close to shore.”
“Shit!”
Sam tried to find a place to turn her car around to go back to the park. “The
bastard’s sent me on a wild goose chase and has probably been there the whole
fucking time!”
“I
don’t want to interrupt an angry woman, but maybe you should come in and let
the Feds handle this.”
“Angry
Woman?” Sam heard herself screech and didn’t care. “He’s got my fucking Mom,
Charles! Angry fucking woman? Are you serious? I am going to get her back!”
“You
can’t get Amy back!” Charles’s screeching voice matched her own. The sound took
her by surprise. She took several deep, very audible breaths. Charles sounded
as if he were doing the same.
“That
was a low blow.”
“I’m
sorry.” Another moment he added, “Amy would demand you come back and you know
it.”
That
much was true. Amy was as overprotective as her mom. “Okay. I’m calming down.
Let’s think. Is the cannon in Soqquadro Park the only one in town?”
“Wait.
Read me the whole clue.”
Sam
didn’t have to read the clue. The words were carved into her memory.
“When you soared, the cannon roared, then came thunder, she’ll be under”
Silence
stretched. Sam wanted to give Charles time to process it, but she began to
think the call had dropped. “Are you there?”
“Yeah.
The clue is for me, Sam.”
“Come
again?”
“I
was flying back from Tallahassee. Isabella had taken the boys to the park.
There was a break in at my house and someone blew up my Cannon gun safe. They
stole my Bersa Thunder 380 and went on to kill four people. They found the damn
thing in a dumpster.”
“Oh
my god! I remember! The dumpster at the fairgrounds! Have everyone meet me
there!” She ended the call and took the next right turn. Her phone rang with
‘Unknown’ where the caller ID should be displayed.
“Hello?”
“Hello,
Sam. Miss me?”
“Who
is this?”
“I’m
hurt. You don’t remember me?”
“River?”
“See,
you do care.”
“Where’s
my mother?”
“Well,
she’s not with Amy. Yet.”
“Where
is my mother?” Sam screamed into the phone.
“Tut-tut,
such anger. No small talk? No ‘how ya been?’, ‘whatcha been up to?’ That kind
of thing?”
“You
mother fucker!”
“Oh,
heavens no! Mother killer, sure. But fucker? Not my thing.”
She
was only another couple of miles from the fairgrounds. Taking a deep breath she
asked again, “Where is my mother?”
“Didn’t
Charles give you the answer to my last riddle? I admit, I’m no poet, but I
couldn’t have made it much clearer.”
“What
does Charles have to do with this?”
“Now
I’m really hurt. He didn’t tell you about us? Shame on Charles.”
“What
are you talking about?”
“Charles
and I were together for a while. He was everything to me. I would have given
him the world. Then he turned straight for Isabella. Aldo was a dear, but I never got over losing Charles.”
“What?”
“See,
now you’re getting the picture.”
“No,
I’m not.”
“Charles
broke my heart and made my life miserable. I, in turn, made life miserable for
everyone he loved. Isabella was supposed to be home that day I got his Thunder,
but I still had fun.”
“You
killed Amy to hurt Charles? You sick mother fucker!”
“We’ve
already gone over that part. Besides, Amy was just a happy coincidence.”
The
screech returned to Sam’s voice. “Where is my mother?”
“Go
to the fairgrounds. Mrs. McShane is on the southeast corner, tied to a chair.
Behind her is the dumpster where I returned Charles’s Bersa Thunder to him. The
one I gave him as a Christmas present all those years ago. Tell him to look
under the dumpster for his next gift. She’s kind of messy. You might want to
bring some extra cleaning supplies.” The phone went dead. Sam hit the call back
and heard an automated voice tell her there is no such number. She called
Charles.
“Where’s
Isabella?” Sam asked.
“At
work. Why?”
“You
should have told me about you and River.”
“What?
Wait. Why? No, there’s nothing to tell! Besides, it was ancient history! Why?
Oh my god. What’s happened to Bella?”
“Charles,
this wasn’t about me or my mom. It’s been about you all along. Go get your
kids. I think something’s happened to their mom.”
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Note to my dear reader; I hope
you’ve enjoyed this. I've had so much fun with Sam, I decided to make this a chapter in my next book.
