Sam, Claire and Nancy have returned back to their hotel for the rest of the conference. This week's prompt is baseball.
When Sam and Claire headed over
the television lounge area, a baseball game was on the screen, the sound was
muted. They stopped at the coffee bar and sat at two bar stools. Sam glanced up
at the television again and saw that the local news interrupted the game. A
crowd of uniformed and plain clothes police where at a wooded area, ‘Woman Found
Dead’ read the caption under the scene.
Sam stood up and took Claire's hand in his and held it
tight, standing next in front of the bar. He could see the TV in the reflection
of the walled mirrors that decorated the lounge area. He kept one eye on the
reflection of the screen showing the crime scene and the other on Claire.
"So are you attending any
workshops today?"
"I'm planning on going to a
few." Claire looked at Sam with an odd expression on her face.
"Oh, great! Which ones are you going to?" Even
though the screen was mounted on the wall behind the bar, he moved closer to
her to hold her attention.
The coffee bar waitress approached them. "Would can I get
for you two?"
Claire moved to the left so she could talk to the waitress
around Sam. "I'll have a small mocha latte with soy milk." She smiled
at the waitress and gave a questioning glance to Sam. He smiled at her and
turned around to the face the waitress.
"I'll
have a medium regular coffee with half and half, please."
"Okay,
coming right up," the waitress said and went off the place the orders.
The scene was still on the screen with a reporter
interviewing a police official. Sam turned back to Claire and attempted to
block her view of tv again. "Would you like something else? They have
danishes and things..."
"We
just had a big breakfast. I can't eat anything else."
He need to continue the conversation.
"You didn't say which workshops you're going today."
"Why
don't you sit. You're making me a little nervous. Is there something
wrong?"
Great,
now she's suspiscious. Well you're not going to get academy award for this
performance."No, I'm fine. I'll sit. I don't know I just feel a little
wound up today." He sat on the stool next to her. He glanced up at the
screen again and was relieved to see the camera was back on the anchor and they
had moved on to the next story. He took a few deep breathes trying to reclaim
his inner claim state. He didn't want Claire to see the story about the woman's
body found, not just yet. He figured it was best to let the police do their
thing, without getting involved. It bothered him that Claire might be involved
in this as it is, he didn't want to attract unwanted attention from Dan if he
was the involved in this. He had the feeling that Dan was indeed playing cat
and mouse with them, and he certainly didn't want Claire or Nancy to know any
more than they needed to. In his experience of reseraching criminals for his thrillers,
he knew that they usually gave themselves away and that other people stepping
in to play cop was usually a bad idea. It often lead to more murders when the
killer thought he would be discovered.
"Maybe
you should have a decaf coffee or some tea." Claire leaned into him a bit.
He got a hint of her musky cologne looked down into her concerned face.
"I'll
be all right." Their eyes locked for a moment.
The
waitress returned with their coffees. "Can I get you anything else?"
"No,
thank you. This is just fine." Sam said to the waitress while still
looking at Claire.
"Okay.
Are you two here for the writer's conference?
"Yes,
it's been great." Claire picked up her spoon the stir her latte.
"Is this your first time in Hawaii?"
The waitress started wiping the bar next to them.
"Yes,
it's our first time here. It's lovely and the hotel's great." said Sam
"Yeah,
just sorry you have to be here when we've had our first murder in like twenty
years or more. It's just terrible. They just found that poor girl's body on the
small island yesterday. I sure hope they get the creep who did it."
Claire
practically dropped her spoon on the bar.
"What? A girl found dead on the small island?"
Sam's face
went white. He sat motionless for a moment while his mind shifted gears.
The
waitress continued. "Yeah, the small island next to this one. They’re
planning on building an extension of the hotel over there. It's been the top
story on the island all day yesterday and last night."
"Oh,
no, I was right all along. Did you know anything about this?" Claire
looked at Sam.
"Of
course not." He blurted out. He fumbled with his coffee cup, needing
something to do with his hands before he started over gesturing which he did
whenever he was nervous. The cup shook in his hand, spilling a bit of coffee on
the bar.
The waitress came back and wiped
it up. "Just an awful shame. I came here to get away from the senseless
crime. And now this poor girl..."
Sam wished the
waitress would go away and shut up. His prayers were answered when a few people
walked into the lounge and sat down at the other end of the bar. The waitress
left them alone.
“So it
looks like Dan, our perfect host murdered someone. I knew I wasn’t seeing
things.” Claire got up from her stool. “Are you sure you didn’t know anything
about this, Sam?”
“Well, I
didn’t want to alarm you.” He looked down behind the bar avoiding her accusing
brown eyes.
“Alarm me?”
“Yes, alarm
you. Look at you, you’re ready to bolt out of here and do what? Confront Dan
who could be involved in this. Or are
you going to the police, to tell them what? That you may have seen something,
but you’re not really sure. This is a powerful man Claire, you have to tread lightly
here. And I’m trying to help you and protect you.” He looked at her hand
gripping the bar, and wanted to reach out and put his hand over hers.
“When did
you find out about the body?” She appeared to be calming down. She loosened her
hand on the bar railing, but he could see her heart was still beating rapidly.
“I found
out last night at dinner.” He told Claire about his friend from the 14th
Precinct calling him while they were dining with Dan and Lacy.
“Wow, I
just don’t know where to start, Sam. Why didn’t you tell me this last night?”
She sat back down and looked at him. He met her gaze.
“I thought
about it, but you know last night was special. We were finally alone, even
pretending to be a couple, which was fun. I really didn’t want to hit you with
that kind of news.” He looked down at his hands around the coffee cup.
“Why, because
I’d be too distracted to give us a whirl? Since we were getting along so well
together.”
“Well, it’s
not a bad thing, is it? It was something like that, Claire.”
“I can’t
believe this. You’d keep this important information from me, just so we could
share a bed together and get closer.” She kept her voice low, which Sam was
quite thankful for, but her eyes screamed. He saw the hurt in them, and his
hands started to shake again. He released the cup.
Claire stood up, took her bag off the stool back, and put it
over her shoulder. “I have to go,” she said quietly and left.
“Wait,
Claire…”
The waitress returned.
“Can I get you
anything else?”
“No,
thanks.” Sam reached in his pocket, pulled out a bill clip and put a ten dollar
bill on the bar. He told the waitress to keep the change and went after Claire.
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