Delia scrolled on her computer, looking again for the address of the mortician's office. She certainly wasn't going to be calling their office again because clearly, they weren't in the connected mood. Delia wrote down the address on her notepad. She went to the search bar and typed the senators' name, hoping to find some clues in some press pictures. As Delia did that, Thomas sat there thinking about what to do. What could he do honestly? They had nothing on this case. It was about to go cold, and he didn't think he could handle that. That's when Delia gasped. Thomas stood up and walked around the other side to look at her desk. "What'd you find?" he asked, looking at the dozens of pictures she had pulled up of the senator in her home. She double clicked on a certain picture and zoomed in a bit. "See this? This is the senator's daughter. Look at her hands. Shes holding hands with Harlem's dirty secretary." Delia put her finger where it showed evidence (certainly blurry evidence) of the secretary and Ms. Harlem's daughter having some kind of affair. Delia turned her printer on and started to print the photo while Thomas went to tell Riggs what they found.
It started to snow outside while Delia booked flights for Seattle. Thomas had finished sharing his news with Riggs and was told to get information on it now. Riggs was working on getting a warrant for them.
Delia pulled her jacket on and put her hat on, heading out to her car while checking her calls on her cellphone. No missed calls but she did get a text message from her mother. She opened it and stood outside the door, lighting a cigarette.
"Hi sweetie :) How are you baby?"
9:00pm
"Hi mom! sending lots of love. I'm doing well. How are you and pops?"
9:10pm
"We're doing well hun. Miss you. Come over for dinner soon please. Love you, talk soon."
9:11pm
"How about next Sunday? Love you 2."
9:11pm
Delia put her cigarette out and flicked it in the garbage can next to her, blowing smoke rings out while she waited for some cars to past to get to the parking garage. Thomas bumped into her on his way out the door and grunted. "Sorry D." he mumbled. "No problem." she whispered as she walked across the lot and climbed into her car, cranking the heat and starting to play her music. She watched as Thomas climbed into his car and drove off. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting so weird?
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Songbird (completed)
General FictionDelia and her partner Thomas are on a murder case. But it's gone cold. Delia and Thomas spend every dying hour trying to crack down on Montana's most powerful senator. What Delia and Thomas don't know, is that she's more powerful then they think. An...
