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.
Tuesday, November 23rd: Day 231: “She was smart enough to know we could track it,” Tucker said.
“She was smart enough to know we could track it,” Tucker said.
“She always did like police procedural TV shows,” James said. “Still, if you hadn’t told me she left it behind, I would have guessed she took her cell phone just out of habit.”
Tucker stared at him. “She liked police procedurals?”
“Yeah she and Eric, my step brother watched the same one. They were always quoting from it and talking about the murders and how they would have done it and gotten away with it,” James said. He smiled. “In their versions they were the murderers who never got caught.”
“Of course,” Tucker said. “No fun in pretending to be the ones who didn’t get away. Do you remember the name of the show?”
James shook his head. “I don’t. I just remember thinking their escapes often seemed very unrealistic and that they would be caught quite easily.”
“And there is nothing else you can think of? No place they would go? A secret hideout?”
James smiled. “Their big secret hideout was the old maintenance shed at the back of the property. When my mother switched to a landscaping company she got rid of all the tools and equipment but never got around to tearing it down. They used it as their secret club house.”
“Really?” Tucker said. He perked up slightly and began scribbling in his notepad. “You think they might still have used this for stashing secrets?
“I hate to burst your bubble, but the shed finally came down about five years ago when a storm hit. My mother had to get someone to haul away the pieces.”
“Oh,” Tucker said. He tapped the end of his pen on the paper. “Still, if it was a secret childhood hide out, they might have used the area to hide things or felt comfortable meeting back there.”
“I think if you are searching my mother’s back yard for clues then you have really reached a dead end,” James said. “Isn’t there anyone else you can ask? There has to be someone with more current information than mine.”
“Thus far no one has come up with anything,” Tucker said. “All three were described as secretive and if anyone was likely to be a confidant of any of them it was one of the other three.”
“And with two dead and the third missing, that does leave you in a bit of a pickle.”
“Well put,” Tucker said. “Absolutely certain you can think of nothing else?”
“Absolutely,” James said. “If I think of anything I can call you. But I can’t see what I would know that everyone else wouldn’t already be able to tell you, even if they were secretive. I just wasn’t in their inner circle. If I was, I’d probably know more about what was going on in the company.” James ran a hand through his hair and then looked back to Tucker.
“Dane or Luc, even if they did have a fall out, could tell you more. Even Laura could.” James shrugged. “I’m sure even Faith would be a better source of information.”
Tucker nodded. He looked at his watch. I think I’ve passed enough time that it looks as though I was helped with my work project. Sorry to derail your breakfast.”
“It’ll reheat,” James said. “Sorry I couldn’t be more help.”
Tucker stood and James followed suit. The two of them walked back to the door. “You’ll keep me posted if you think of anything, no matter how small?”
“I will James said, but I’m not sure what else I could tell you,” James said. “If nothing else I’d like to know if my mother died in an accident or not,” James said.