Tuesday's Gone

IV

      Detective Godard
      Head of Investigation

    "What's her name?" He asked the chief of police, Jackson Cooper.
     The chief pushed a yellow, paper folder in Godard's direction, "Tuesday. Tuesday Bingham. Daughter of the famous family of Danville Kentucky."
     "How long has she been missing?" Godard asked.
     "A day now, we have reason to believe she's been missing since yesterday morning right after she left for work." Chief Cooper stated.
     "And her family has been receiving anonymous messages with numbers and small two word messages, correct?"
     Chief Cooper nodded, "Yes. They haven't received any yet."
    "Any suspects?"
    "The mother, Maryanne Bingham, thinks it's her boyfriend."Chief Cooper had doubt in his voice of that being true.
    "You have doubts about him," the investigator stated.
     "Yes," admitted the Chief. "Her mama probably doesn't like him, I mean my mother-in-law doesn't like me. How can we go off of a biased opinion?"
     "Perhaps she may have a reason for him to be a suspect, did you consider asking?"
      Cooper shook his head, his blue eyes gazing up through his wrinkled eyelids, "No sir, the operator told Maryanne that the questioning would be left to you."
       "Of course," huffed Godard. "Shall we get going then?"
      The chief and investigator stood up from the desk and headed towards the office door, getting ready to start their journey to Danville...

    First, they arrived at Maryanne and Joseph's, Maryanne was quick to answer the door. Maryanne wasn't tall, she was petite, she had long red hair that had streaks of gray and was put into a side braid that draped over her shoulder. To show respect and grace the woman, Detective Godard removed his brown cowboy hat, "Good morning Mrs. Bingham," he said.
    She nodded, "Good morning Detective," she forced a not-so-convincing smile, Godard managed to still read the pain in her eyes.
     "May we start the questioning?" He requested.
     Maryanne nodded, she allowed Chief Cooper and Detective Godard into the house, she led them to her Martha Stweart inspired dining area and gave them warm mugs of coffee, and acquiring them with any condiments they wanted to add.
     Godard leaned forward, his pad and pen ready, "Let's start from the beginning, that morning, what were you doing?"
    "It was seven, I got Tuesday's good morning message she always sends to tell me to have a good day, I wrote back and told her I wished her the same and that I loved her. I ran errands, I went to the local craft store to finish a project, I got groceries, and stopped at the pharmacy to get some Aleve for Joe's back pain, then came home."
     Godard's pen was hard at work, then he stopped, "What about her boyfriend? What does he do for a living?"
     Maryanne scoffed, "He's a manager for some business, not much of one,"
     "You don't like him?"
     "No, not in the slightest."
      "Why?"
      "Tuesday called one night, she was crying, she had told me Adam hit her," Maryanne looked down to the table, gazing. "He was drunk and they had gotten into an argument because he was continuously receiving phone calls and text messages from his ex-secretary, Ginger. Tuesday admitted she made the first swing and that's what set him off, she said after he had done that he stormed off to the living room, she left the house after he tried to stop her. Tuesday asked to stay the night here and I let her, when she came home she was so shook up, why Joe and I just wanted to beat him."
     Godard nodded as he finished jotting down what she said then flipped the page on his notepad, "Has Tuesday ever been just emotionally exhausted to the point she resorts to coming here?"
      Maryanne shook her head, "She hasn't done such thing yet, I don't know if she has with anyone else."
     "We'll ask around on that one then," he stated. "About these text messages, they're coming from your daughter's phone, you received two the night she didn't come home, have you received anymore?"
       Maryanne shook her head but sure enough her phone rang, it was coming from the kitchen, she looked to the men worried, Godard stood up and went to the landline and answered.
    "Hey..." static interference was getting in the way of what the voice was saying. "Mama? I'm...kay."
     "Tuesday?" Godard questioned.
     "Da...dy?" It was Tuesday.
     "Where are you?"
      __________________
      The call ended.
     Godard angrily slammed the phone against the receiver. Maryanne stood up, "Was it her?"
      "It was a female, it had to have been her." He said.
      Maryanne fell to her knees and wept, her hands clasped together as she started to beg and plea to the Lord, God, to bring her daughter back. Cooper got down on bended knee and patted the woman's back, trying to comfort her as she wept.
     Godard still fired up with anger, grabbed his pad and pen, "They want you to worry," he muttered. "Cooper, stay with her, I'll finish the questioning and interrogations," he ordered, then left the house...