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 230: Tucker nodded again and wrote the name down.
Tucker nodded again and wrote the name down. “Any girlfriends that you know of?”
James shook his head. “Cassie had them but it always seemed like they were the people she bragged to, not people she would turn to for help. You could Try Laura Mason. Oh no she got married, It’s not Mason anymore. Turnbill? Turner? Truesdale? Something with a T I believe. Faith would actually know more about that then I would. She paid more attention.”
“Faith, as in your ex-wife?” Tucker asked.
“Yeah, she always told me not paying attention to things like this would get me in trouble.”
“She is currently out of the country I believe,” Tucker told him as he wrote down Laura’s name and the possible iterations of her married name.
“Honeymoon,” Tucker said.
“Ah,” James replied. Tucker looked at him but said nothing. “I saw the announcement when I looked up my remembrance page,” James told him.
“I see,” Tucker replied. “Have you been back to the page?”
“No,” James said. I figured if the strange Sebastian was poking around then it was probably better to stay away. Did you ever figure out who he was?”
“We’re working on it.”
“And my mother’s death? Was it accidental or part of the larger picture?” James asked.
“We’re working on it,” Tucker said again.
James nodded. “But finding Cassie would help?”
Again James nodded. “I’m sure you have your reasons, but are you sure she is missing and not just …dead?” James asked.
“What makes you ask that?”
James shrugged. “Well Cassie isn’t very good at staying hidden. She is very much a spotlight kind of person. And I can’t see her pulling off the kind of disappearing act that would stymie the federal government, not without a lot of help. And I can’t think of anyone who would give her that kind of help. And if she isn’t hiding than the other possibility is kind of death.” James said.
“That is true. Her bags were packed and she was gone, so we are assuming she is missing. Her body hasn’t turned up.”
“Someone else could have packed them,” James said. “To make it look like she was running.”
“They could have,” Tucker agreed. “Do you know if there was anything she would definitely take f she was running? Something another person might not have thought of?”
James shook his head. “I didn’t know her that well,” James said. “I’d guess she’d take her credit cards,” James said.
“She didn’t,” Tucker said. “The cards and cell phone were locked in her wall safe.”
“She left her cell phone?” James said. He blinked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without it.”
“She was smart enough to know we could track it,” Tucker said.