Tuesday's Gone

VIII

     Detective Godard
     ID: #1472

     Detective Godard watched Adam go to her car, he could sense Adam's strange behavior but left to go inside. Questioning Tuesday was more important.
     "I can make some coffee, Tuesday darlin', do you want some?" Maryanne asked.
      Tuesday nodded and smiled brightly.
      "Um, Maryanne," Godard called. "I know she got back, but may I question her in private?"
        "Of course, let me get the coffee and I'll show you to the office, it's quiet there."
        "Thank you." The detective said with a smile.
        Maryanne was quick to retrieve the coffee then led the two to her office where a sewing table sat. She left the two, Detective Godard pulled a chair up that sat in the corner of the room to the sewing table. "Please have a seat."
        Tuesday sat down and took a sip of her coffee, she was relaxed, not tense whatsoever. 
      "How are you feeling?" He asked.
      "Fine." She said. He couldn't tell if she was lying.
       "Do you know you were missing for three days?"
       Tuesday shook her head, "No, I went to work and came home. Now everyone is acting strange."
       The detective smiled, "Well you have been. You were in Knobs State Forest for a little bit. Do you take walks there?"
         Tuesday's brows furrowed and she shook her head, "There's like a park behind the shop I work at, that's where I walk. There are a lot trees there but it's not a forest."
         Detective Godard nodded as he wrote down her answers, "Your boyfriend recalled you returning after an argument you had with him the next evening. Your blouse was ripped and you had said your legs hurt. What's that about?"
      "Um, we were drunk and angry, I hit him and he hit me, I left to my parents' house and then went to work. My shift ends at five but I do walk around behind the shop to ease myself. My blouse got hung on a branch, I wasn't looking, my legs had hurt throughout the whole day because the night with my parents I, um, blew off some steam." She chuckled, embarrassed.
     Detective Godard raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Back in my day, that was a little more private but I understand you have to tell us the whole truth."
     She quickly nodded and smiled.
     "Have you ever had an affair?"
     "No."
      "Are you afraid Adam might be?"
      She sighed, "I'm sure he is. He has this secretary, she's sleazy."
       Detective Godard nodded, sympathizing her pain, understanding how she felt about her boyfriend and his secretary. He then took a yellow envelope from his brief case, "I have a few things here," he said and took out the pictures of Tuesday he had collected. Tuesday's face turned red as she saw the pornographic photos laying before her. "What's with these?"
     Tuesday gulped, "This is a little embarrassing," she said as she faked a smile. "I, um, take photos of myself in new outfits. I guess you could say I model them, it's all for building a portfolio."
      "Why are you building a portfolio?"
      "For modeling, I kind of want to get out of Kentucky and go to New York or something. I've always wanted to model."
     "Why do you want to leave?"
     "I want to explore a little."
     "Do you distribute these photos?"
     Tuesday shook her head, "Oh no, word gets around small towns quickly." She laughed. "I keep them, there are two of each in case the other gets damaged."
      Detective Godard started to date to dig deeper, "Are you unhappy here?"
      "No, I think I'm fine."
      "Tell me how you really feel about Ginger and Adam."
       Tuesday bowed her head and started to sob, "I always had a suspicion that Adam didn't really want me, he was just lucky to have me. I take care of him, I put every emotional piece of effort into him, and I get nothing. I lie to myself and say he loves me but I don't really know. Ginger is always on his phone."
     "Do you feel stressed?"
     "No, just tired sometimes."
     "Do you want to escape?"
     "No, I want to trust people again."
     "Do you remember anything from yesterday or the day before?"
      Tuesday was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry, I only remember going to work and coming home."
      "Are you lying?"
      "No. I can't remember. I went to work then came home."
       Detective Godard slowly started to lose his cool, "I wouldn't be here if you just went to work and came home. You were gone for three days."
       "I'm sorry! I told you what I knew!"
       "Explain to me why you have these pictures! Why your blouse was ripped! Why your legs hurt! Because frankly, the truth is being bent!"
        "I told you! It's all the truth!" She shouted.
         "I'm having you scheduled for psychological checkup, something is wrong here. Then, I'm taking you to that forest."
        "Why?"
        "Something to jog your memory of what happened to you."
        "I'm back, that's all that matters."
        "What if it happens again? What if you don't come back?"
         "I don't know." She answered in almost a whisper.
         "I'm going to head out." He took the pictures and put them back in his brief case. The detective stood up and walked out of the office, brushing past Adam as he entered the house. Adam stopped the detective, "What is it boy?"
     "I found something."
     Adam led the detective to Tuesday's car, showed him the marijuana pipe, the beaver shot of Tuesday, and the receipts for the clothing. "This is interesting," Godard said as he snapped pictures of all the evidence. "She could be leading a double life, Adam."
    Adam nodded, "That's what I'm afraid of."
    "She's torn up about you and Ginger," Godard said. "If you want to keep this labyrinth of a woman, I'd start treating her right." The detective climbed out of the vehicles and started towards his own car. With a heavy sigh, he turned on the car and sped out of the driveway back to his office.