Casual and Completely Random

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"Your secretary, Blanch Bloom, she was quite the character" she says with a laugh. I take another gulp of whiskey and nod.

"you've got quite the memory" I mimic her accent a little, most likely a product of the whiskey settling in before the bread. Thankfully, she laughs.

"Yes well, I am a detective. It comes with the job I suppose." She says as she drinks her water.

"Oh? May I ask what you're detecting? You don't look like a detective." I realize my vocabulary has begun to dwindle. I clear my throat and sit up straight as to come across sober and professional. I glance up at her and she's most definitely seen through it.

"I can't go into too much detail but, I'm looking for someone." She keeps her response brief and smooth. But there is something about the way she's looking at me, it's as if she's trying to tell me something. Oh, she wants me. I take a hefty gulp of my whiskey and place the glass back on to the table. I sit back in the booth and cross my legs and let my hair down. She watches me with a small smile and her eyebrow twitches slightly upward.

"Isabella, are you peacocking?" She asks with that adorable accent and a small chuckle. I feel my skin flush embarrassed. And of course, she notices and saves me from myself. "Don't get me wrong you're absolutely stunning. I'd just like to get to know you a little if that's okay?" she says with a polite smile and tender eyes. I nod still completely embarrassed.

The evening rolls on and officer stretch and I get very well acquainted. The whiskey loosened my lips as I poured on my dreadful weekend trip to her. I'm snapped from my rambling as I get a message on my phone. I pull down the notifications and I see that I have a few more emails, and a second message from her. Denise doubled down and messaged me again. I sigh and click on her email.

Dearest Duchess, thank you for that special meeting. My nephew will really benefit from those extra programs. I really appreciate your time and efforts. I hope to see you again soon as he continues to progress and excel as a student in your learning academy.

Take care, Denise Mercer.

I let out a sigh of relief as I finish reading it. A part of me was afraid she would expose what we had done in my office. I glance up at officer stretch who seems to be occupied on her phone now as well. I open the second message from Denise, this one has no subject line. I hold my breath and click.

I think your husband is following me. please call me when you get this...

That message made my heart sync to the soul of my feet. Everything began to hit my all at once. My husband, Jared sudden disappearance and now Denise. I have to protect her, and more importantly I need to get to the bottom of what's going on with my—

"Hey, what's wrong?" Officer stretchy asks pulling me from my thoughts. She looks concerned, and those soft puppy dog eyes are too cute too lie to. But of course...I do.

"Nothing, just some angry parents expressing their opinions on the new budget plan I enacted." She leans back in her seat and raises her brows at me. "So, you work in the school system then? A principle?" she asks putting the pieces together. I tilt my head and agree. "Right you are. But I should go. This is just a little too much for me." I say politely as I wave to the young boy for the check.

"How about we go for a walk, you can clear your head and work off that whiskey?" she says in a friendly tone. Gosh I cannot figure this woman out. But the idea doesn't sound bad, I need to figure out my plan for the weekend and Denise.

"Sure, that would be lovely." I respond. The boy returns with the check and the soft giant takes care of it for me. I smile grateful to her then stand, grab my things, and make my way to the exit. She followed a few steps behind. We exit the building and enter the chilly outdoors. We walked a for a few minutes completely silent. My mind screaming at me inside. How the hell am I supposed to call her? Why is he following her? I'll bring her home, to New Orleans, she'll be safe there. Fuck Michael what have you done? How does stretchy factor into this?

"So, are you single?" she's asks and in the back of my mind I'm fairly certain she knows that I am not. I'm sure I'd brought up Michael at least once in the bar.

"No, I am a married woman. What about you?" I ask going along with this. Her steps are wide, and the walking speed is increased just a little because of it.

"Yes, work is just too much right now for anything serious." She answers and puts her hands in her pockets. Her long light brown peacoat flowed nicely with her tight black pants and combat boots. She looked like a well-dressed cop. A very attractive cop...Then it hits me. I replay the conversation we'd had a while ago: I'm looking for someone. My brain replays that sentence over and over in my head. That accent, her sudden appearance...Jared.

I clear my throat and stop walking. "I really should be going. I need to pack for my trip back home. This has been nice." I say in a rushed tone. She looks a bit disappointed.

"Ah very well them, I hope to see you again soon, Isabella. Have a lovely trip." She responds and watches me walk back up to my car. Fuck fuck fuck.

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