The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.
Day 196: “It makes sense. Why try and kill someone already dead?”
“It makes sense. Why try and kill someone already dead?”
“Exactly,” Tucker replied. “So no more poking at things as it might tempt others into believing they need to take a closer look.”
“I’ll stay away from poking,” James told him. It was more or less in the paperwork he signed. “Will you tell me when things are actually settled with the company?”
“Planning to go back?”
“No,” James said. His life at the moment may not have been the most exciting thing in the world, but he had no desire to go back. “I just want to…” he waved his hand in the air as he thought about it. “Hear the dramatic conclusion,” he decided. “You know…closure. To know it is settled and to mentally let it go. I thought I had, but it got all stirred up again.”
Tucker nodded. “I could see that. I’ll let you know how things shake out when they are done, as long as you keep to your end of the program.”
“I will,” James promised.
“So any problems with the job? Notice anything strange?”
“Not really,” James said. “It’s quiet and easy. I only really see the others at lunch.”
“And Friday nights?”
“I skipped the happy hours for a while and Mike was okay with that as I just moved in and needed to settle. He’s started mention it again though so I’ll need to think about it.” James looked at Tucker.
“As far as we know no one is in the area and no one is looking. It should be safe to return.”
“You didn’t know about Grant being in the area,” James replied. Something slid behind Tucker’s eyes and it took James by surprise. “You did know about Grant.”
“It is safe for you to resume your normal activities, provided they don’t make you look like the person you left behind or draw any undue notice your way,” Tucker said, ignoring the accusation.
“How is Morris doing,” James asked.
“Healing and he should be back in the office in another couple of weeks.”
James nodded. He knew Morris hoped to draw someone out of hiding but also thought that the offices were safe. Tucker using him as bait in the bar felt a bit more like a betrayal. As Tucker no longer met his eyes, James felt it stung more.
Tucker sighed. “If it makes you feel better, there was an official reprimand.” He admitted. He cleared his throat and looked at James, eyes focused on his left shoulder. “Any concerns?”
“Not at the moment.”
Tucker nodded. “Then I’ll see you same time next month unless something comes up. Something comes up, you call immediately.”
James nodded and Tucker turned and walked towards the door. “Same time next month.” Tucker unlocked the door, opened it and let himself out. He closed the door behind himself. James walked over and threw the deadbolt. He then stared at the closed door wondering what form of reprimand Tucker received.