Special Delivery
Anna'd come home from work a few hours early after requesting a desk job and she was just out of the shower when she heard a knock on the door. Blinking, she finished toweling off her hair and opened the door slowly, cautiously.
"Can I help you?" She asked, staying behind the door since she was dressed only in panties and one of Don's t-shirts.
"Uh yeah, I gots some flowahs and an envelope for a Detective Don Flack." The delivery kid snapped his gum and shifted on his foot. He didn't look like a postage worker - more like someone who'd been pulled off the street and paid to drop it off.
Anna looked him over, frowning suspiciously. "He's at work, but I'll take it."
The kid looked at her, as if he were trying to remember something but shrugged and handed her the vase of forget-me-nots and the letter, leaving, the stench of marijuana wafting toward Anna. She closed the door, locking it and looking over the envelope and flowers. It had Flack's address and apartment number on it, but it wasn't addressed to him on there. It had no name, no return address.
"Love note from a secret girlfriend I don't know about?" She joked as she looked at the envelope, before going to the kitchen to boil some hot water for tea. Anna held the envelope over the steam until the adhesive came loose and it opened. "Can't be a federal crime if it doesn't have his name on it..."
She moved to the counter to carefully dump the contents on the kitchen table. Several photos scattered out, all with writing on the back of them.
Photo #1 The detective looks good in a suit, doesn't she?
Photo #2 She looked so distraught when she found a note on her door, didn't she? Right after you hurt her too. Shame on you, Detective Flack.
Photo #3 That was a very sweet make-up hug you shared on the street.
Photo #4 No gun? She must feel safe roaming this dangerous city on her own. Don't you love her confidence?
Photo #5 She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps in your bed, doesn't she?
Anna's heart stopped as she looked at the photos and she spun around, looking around the apartment. She ran around the place locking all the windows, drawing the blinds, pulling the curtains closed, and shut all the lights off before going into Flack's bedroom and curling up in the far corner - the one away from the windows and the door. She let out a quiet cry and began sobbing while she hugged her knees to her chest.
"Can I help you?" She asked, staying behind the door since she was dressed only in panties and one of Don's t-shirts.
"Uh yeah, I gots some flowahs and an envelope for a Detective Don Flack." The delivery kid snapped his gum and shifted on his foot. He didn't look like a postage worker - more like someone who'd been pulled off the street and paid to drop it off.
Anna looked him over, frowning suspiciously. "He's at work, but I'll take it."
The kid looked at her, as if he were trying to remember something but shrugged and handed her the vase of forget-me-nots and the letter, leaving, the stench of marijuana wafting toward Anna. She closed the door, locking it and looking over the envelope and flowers. It had Flack's address and apartment number on it, but it wasn't addressed to him on there. It had no name, no return address.
"Love note from a secret girlfriend I don't know about?" She joked as she looked at the envelope, before going to the kitchen to boil some hot water for tea. Anna held the envelope over the steam until the adhesive came loose and it opened. "Can't be a federal crime if it doesn't have his name on it..."
She moved to the counter to carefully dump the contents on the kitchen table. Several photos scattered out, all with writing on the back of them.
Photo #1 The detective looks good in a suit, doesn't she?
Photo #2 She looked so distraught when she found a note on her door, didn't she? Right after you hurt her too. Shame on you, Detective Flack.
Photo #3 That was a very sweet make-up hug you shared on the street.
Photo #4 No gun? She must feel safe roaming this dangerous city on her own. Don't you love her confidence?
Photo #5 She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps in your bed, doesn't she?
Anna's heart stopped as she looked at the photos and she spun around, looking around the apartment. She ran around the place locking all the windows, drawing the blinds, pulling the curtains closed, and shut all the lights off before going into Flack's bedroom and curling up in the far corner - the one away from the windows and the door. She let out a quiet cry and began sobbing while she hugged her knees to her chest.