The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 229

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 229: “Oh right,” James said realizing he needed to play along.  “I completely forgot.”

“Oh right,” James said realizing he needed to play along.  “I completely forgot.”

“Does this mean it will be all quiet on the auto mechanics front?” Mike asked.

“Yes actually,” James said.  “I finished the work on it and now all that needs doing is taking it to get a new paint job.  And then listing it, and then buying another project car to work on,” he said with a smile.  “The noise didn’t bother you did it?”

“No you’ve been pretty good about timing your noise which I appreciate.  I was just wondering,” Mike said.

“Oh, good,” James replied.  “Well it will be quiet until I get a new car. Which won’t be until I sell the Studebaker.”

“Never enough space, huh?” Mike said.

“Nope.  Although it seemed like there was plenty when I moved in.”

There was a shrill child’s scream from behind them.  All three men looked over the fence and found that the child with the tricycle managed to catch the second child instead of staying one step ahead.  Mike went off to comfort his fallen offspring and James and Tucker went into the house.

“So your car repair is going well?” Tucker asked when they stepped inside.

“It is,” James locked the door behind him. “Is something wrong?” He asked. “Although with everyone dead, I don’t know what else could be wrong.”

“Not everyone is dead,” Tucker said.  James froze. 

“You said they were,” he said.  James set the coffee and sack of food down on the kitchen table and turned back to Tucker.  “Or are my mother and step brothers somehow mysteriously alive again?”

Tucker blinked. “No, they are well and truly gone.”

“So they are dead.”

“There is Cassie,” Tucker said.

“Is she still missing?” James asked.

“She is,” Tucker confirmed.  “She has dropped off of the radar completely and thoroughly. We suspect she must have some kind of help.  She isn’t coordinated for something like this.”

“Ah,” James said.

Tucker stared at him.  “Do you know anyone she would turn to for help like this?”

“My step brothers,” James said.  “But that’s not really an option.”

“Not really,” Tucker replied. “Can you think of anyone else?  Anyone she might turn to?”

“You are serious?” James asked.  Tucker nodded.  James pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down.  Tucker pulled out another one and joined him at the table.  For a moment James stared into space as he tried to recall a list of her friends. 

“Cassie was always more friendly with my step brothers than with me,” he told Tucker.  “I was never part of her inner circle.”  He thought about Cassie’s friends.  “There was a Dane that she was friends with.  Dane Frasier maybe.  I think he was a stockbroker.”

Tucker slid a notebook out of his pocket and pulled a pen from the spiral binding.  James watched as he wrote, ‘Dane Frasier, stockbroker,’ down on the page.  Tucker looked up expectantly.

“She was tight with Luc Dresden for a while, but I remember Faith mentioning something about nthat ending badly.  I don’t remember the details though.”

Tucker nodded again and wrote the name down.

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