Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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Detective Savage's call is anything but reassuring. She called to inform me that 'Marco' is no longer responding and she believes it is because he knows it isn't me.
She assures me that she is giving everything she has to the case and will contact me with any new information she gets.
Detective Castille Savage seems she is on top of the case and I'm thankful for her help, but I find myself in a thick fog.
I'm no closer to finding Foxy's killer than I was when i was in Colorado. And this makes me feel worse and even more lost than I was to begin with.
I'm never going to feel okay again. I'm never going to be fixed. I'm never going to stop hurting and missing her.
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I continue my ritual of skipping class and ignore all the emails I receive from my professors.
My daily routine has now been reduced to sleeping and sometimes eating. Which, given I don't go anywhere, I make Detective Sheen's job incredibly easy and probably boring.
Each passing day the calls and text messages from Bash dwindle and the nightly telephone debrief from Savage and O'Neil soon becomes more of the same thing: nothing new to report.
"Honey," Chyette's gentle voice coaxes my heavy eyes to open. "I'm going in to work, would you like me to bring you home anything?"
"No, thanks Chy." I attempt to smile but my lips tremble as they stretch.
"Bash stopped by Magnolia Bar and Grill last night." Chy offers but I lay back down into his bed and roll to my stomach. "And we all know he wasn't there to see my gay ass." Chy adds an attempt at humor.
Again, I remain silent and shut my eyes on an exhale.
"He looks just as shitty as you do."
"Good. Hopefully he feels just the same." I mutter halfheartedly. Chy scoffs and his irritation fills his bedroom then something is thrown at the back of my head. "What the Hell, Chy?" I sit up seeing he's thrown a little figurine of a black girl in a white dress.
"It's been two weeks, you smell! You don't eat the amazing food I cook for you and you're giving me major wrinkles and dark circles. If you're going to be miserable at least get up and be miserable while you're doing something."
I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off with a squeak and angry wide eyes, "Go get your nails done or something. Do something other than mope around in here. You are giving my room bad juju." With that he turns on his heel and leaves slamming the front door loudly.
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My phone pings and I look up from the directions to a small house with a cute courtyard and black drapes hung perfectly in the large bay window.
I'm in a small neighborhood development and each house is a replica of another, but this one has a welcome sign on the front door.
I knock, debating on turning around because this is so stupid.
