Chapter 3: Chapter Three - Hayley Shaw

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic

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My name is Hayley Shaw and in less than 24 hours I spilled coffee on my favorite shirt, tripped out the door on the way to work, and got a call from a cop in my home town telling me something happened to my father, and I should talk to the lead detective on the case. He gave me the number.

My mother died last year in a car accident. I remember it like it was yesterday. I guess things like caskets, flowers, and all of your relatives (or what’s left of them) crying stays with you. I felt like a five-year-old again, latching on to my father’s arm for support as we walked through the church and up to that big, wooden box.

So I guess my life is a little worse than yours. I hear people talking all day about how they could have done this or that to make their life more enjoyable, more livable. Your choices are your own and what you chose will create your path in life. That’s how it works.

When I had hung up with Detective Barnett, I thought about how he had gotten my number. I didn’t remember leaving it anywhere around my parent’s home before I moved. It didn’t really matter anyway since they kind of didn’t have a choice but to contact me in case on an emergency.

Now you might think I’m being a little heartless. Maybe I am. But this is how I always reacted in bad situations. I made jokes, like when my mom died; I said to my dad I hoped she wasn’t going at a turtles pace. She was notorious for slow driving.

My dad looked at me with such shock that I thought he was going to hit me. Then he burst out laughing. He laughed so hard that it caused a disruption in the living room where we sat with the rest of my family. My aunt hadn’t taken too kindly to her sister’s husband making jokes at the reception.

It would take me 20 minutes to get to the station since I was home. The drive itself wouldn’t be bad, it was what I would find when I got there. I had never met this man before, or heard of him, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to back down. He was a cop. He was here to serve and protect. He was one of the good guys.




The street was crowded as I pulled up to the station. My eyes flickered nervously at all of the policemen standing outside, each holding a cup of coffee. Well that was ironic. Where were the doughnuts? I grinned to myself, remembered the reason I was here, and frowned. I was stupid and horrible for treating this situation so poorly.

I slid my sunglasses from my eyes so that they rested on top of my head, then I got out of the car. I slammed the car door shut a little too hard and heard someone clear their throat. I stepped forward and one of the men smiled at me.

He was handsome; brown hair, a strong build, nice face, and the sexiest pair of green eyes I had ever seen. As I approached him, he continued to talk to the other man beside him, only regarding me slightly. My eyes drifted to the badge clipped to his belt before I spoke.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for Detective Barnett.”

His eyes flashed as he looked at me and he frowned. He searched my face for a moment before stepping away from his friend.

“I’m Detective Barnett.”

“I’m Hayley Shaw. We spoke on the phone.”

The way he stared at me made my insides squirm pleasantly. I moved a hand through my red hair, pushed it behind my ear and smiled.

“Ah, Mrs Shaw, I’m sorry. I thought you would be calling me when you were close.”

“I was going to but I felt better just-”

“Walking into a packed station and hoping to automatically find me so you wouldn’t have to humiliate yourself by asking around?” He smiled.

“You’re funny,” I heard myself say. “And it’s Miss.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Would you like to come inside and talk? It’s awfully uncomfortable out here.”

I nodded. I wanted to know everything. Well maybe not everything but the important stuff. I followed him into the precinct, but not before hearing a low whistle from behind me. I blushed and hurried to keep up.

Before we even got to a private area, someone stopped us. His brown eyes lingered on me before his lips pulled into a grin.

“Nice work, Ray,” he said, addressing Barnett.

“Milo, this is Hayley Shaw.”

The man named Milo frowned, laughed nervously, and stuck out his hand. “I’m really sorry about that. I haven’t had my coffee yet.” He glanced at Detective Barnett, who just shook his head. “I’m the messenger.”

So, he was the one who had left me the message. I smiled politely and thanked him before continuing to one of the interrogation rooms. When we got t one, I took a seat in the only chair in it before looking around; it looked just like the ones on TV; gray walls, one-way mirror, green door.

“Sorry,” Ray said as he glanced at me. He leaned against the edge of the table. “This was all I could come up with at the time. Would you like something to drink before we get started?”

“Coffee,” I said.

He nodded and left the room, shutting the door behind him. He returned moments later with a Styrofoam cup and a plate of cookies. I wondered where he kept those and then decided against it. He’d probably think I was making fun of him.

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow.

He laughed. “You’re not a prisoner here, Miss Shaw. You don’t get the typical bread and water. But don’t tell anyone about those. I have my own stash.”

I studied him then pushed the plate away without finishing the cookie.

“I didn’t come here to be placated, Detective. I want to know exactly what happened to my father.”

A frown touched Ray’s lips before he sighed. He pulled an old folder from under his arm and placed it in front of me, its contents sliding out briefly. Looking alarmed, he made a fast movement for the photos before I saw them.

Too late.

Submitted: May 30, 2010

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Truth Sayer

It is a truth universally acknowledged that the most depressed people are the funniest
Examples: Jerry Lee Lewis, Michael Jackson, Heath Ledger, etc...
Great character aspect!
More please :D

Sun, May 30th, 2010 10:27am


There's another chapter, but it's story. I'm writing the next one now though.

Sun, May 30th, 2010 3:29am

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