Lucy Jones: A Short Story

9:00 AM – July Sixteenth
July sixteenth, four days subsequent to the murder of Jack Miller. His death, unknown, his ex-girlfriend and suspected killer, Lucy Jones. Left the scene of his death without a trace, without a drip of blood on the body of Jack. Police still no idea of where Lucy is, or plans to be. Still trying to disentangle the reasons as to why this woman has killed her boyfriend. “Listen up gentleman!” The head of the detective agency prepares to make an announcement, hopefully about some new information on the case. He points at me. “Detective Johnson.” He says sternly. “Meet your new literal partner in crime, Mr. Beau Thompson.” His office door opens and out walks a man, at least six foot five inches tall dressed in a perfectly fitting, tailored suit.
He begins to walk in my direction. “Nice to meet you Johnson.” His voice, clear and deep. His handshake, strong. He leans over and whisper in my ear, “We’re going to bust this case wide open.”

10:00 AM – July Sixteenth “Yesterday evening I was at the house of Lucy Jones’ mother. She described her relationship with Lucy as ‘non-existent’, but you will never know what I got from her.” Thompson says to me staring me right in the eyes. “What?” I reply. “Lucy’s address,” this came as a

Sheets of paper covering the walls of what looks to be a female’s bedroom, judging by the color of the bed sheets and decorations. In the corner of the room, there is are two lists of names under the titles of ‘Assassinated’ and ‘To be assassinated’. We focus our attention to the number one on the list ‘Phillip Hancock’. Next to the names of the men are methods of murder. Next to Philip Hancock’s name reads ‘River Trent’. Thompson and I look at each other, as we both see the date and time at which the murder will take place. ‘Three post-mortem, July sixteenth, two thousand and