Love, Mom

Prologue

It was late in the night and the Private Investigator Naomi Woods was still sitting at her desk working.

"You should sleep you know," said a voice

"What's the point when I have coffee," she replied. The Figure stepped out into the light and revealed itself as Catherine Wells, Naomi's receptionist. She stood there, leaning against the doorframe in a floral dress that reached her knees.

"You should stop running yourself wild with all these cases."

"But if I don't do this then who will?" replied Naomi while standing up, " It's not like the police will take on these cases because they don't know anything."

Catherine sighed in defeat, ever since she started to work here she began to get more worried about her boss. Naomi would take on at least 3 cases at a time and finish them in a week. She knows Naomi does this to keep up the family name But she could not help but worry.

"You need to get a life, and some friends."

"Who needs that when I get my job?" Catherine sighed again and looked around the room, her eyes landing on a picture that rested at the top of the bookshelf. She reached over and picked it up. The frame was filled with dust and had not been taken down in a while.

"What about them?" she pointed to the three people in the photo, Naomi glanced at the photo and took a deep breath.

"Housewife, a Beauty store employee, and last but not least pilates instructor." She pointed at each girl while saying that. "They wouldn't want to see me and I don't want to see them, not after what they did." "Well good night," Catherine turned to gather her stuff and then noticed something. She turned and walked back to the office with a package.

" This came for you, From your aunt."

She placed the box on Naomi's desk then headed out. Naomi sighed as she stopped what she was doing and stared at the box.

"What could it be now?" she murmured, Ever since her mother died Naomi's aunt has been trying to get her to know what her mother did. But she never cared, all she knew was that her mom was some fancy southern bell. What she didn't know was that her mom was one of the first female private investigators in the south.

Naomi decided to push the box away and continue reading the case she was working on. She tried and tried to keep her focus on the case, but something was calling her to the box. She put down the file again and opened the box. At the top, she found a note from her aunt saying,

One of your mom's old diaries (or whatever she called them) to keep her close,

Love, Aunt Cordelia

P.S read it, please

She pulled out the tissue paper that filled the box, expecting to see a bright fully decorated book, but instead, all she saw was the color of a black book with the words, Summer of '75, Case #34, She thought this was a mistake her mom would never do anything like that. She decided to read it, because why not.