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Murder On The Bristol Express
“MURDER ON THE BRISTOL EXPRESS”
A Crime / Mystery Story
"Didn't anyone tell you that little girls shouldn't break into other people's homes?” The Lieutenant pulling up a chair in front of Carolyn Myers.
“Ya, so what? The front door was already open. And I'm not a little girl, I'm fourteen...so who the hell are you?”
"I'm the Lieutenant from Police Headquarters," opening a file. "Lets see what we got here," thumbing through the records: "One arrest for shoplifting, suspended from school six times, low grade reports; sounds like you're just a real princess."
"Screw you. You're just like all the rest of the cops.”
“Ya, I suppose. So where's your brother?" Striking a match lighting his cigarette.
"Probably upstairs. He found a bunch of money under some floorboards in one of the old bedrooms."
"And what did your brother do with the money?"
“He stuffed it in some bags.”
The Lieutenant leaned back in his chair staring at Carolyn. “Planning on buying a lot of stuff with all that money?”
“Sure, why not. Finder's keeper's ya know.”
The Lieutenant glances over towards the Sergeant by the door. "Bring the kid in here will ya Myers?"
"Sure thing Lieutenant," disappearing into the family room.
"Are we about done here? I gotta pee,” Carolyn squirming in her chair.
“Hold it...unless you want a bucket.”
“Smart ass cop...that's all I need.”
"Here's the boy Lieutenant," interrupting.
"Have a seat by your sister kiddo," turning a page over in his file, then looking at Tommy. "You must be about twelve."
"Thirteen next week," moving around on the sofa. "Do I have to sit next to her?"
The Lieutenant looked up and just stared at Tommy. “So where were you during all of this mess?”
“Counting the money upstairs...thought maybe we could borrow some of it..."
"I heard those kids!" A woman in her mid 30's screaming at the front door. "Let me in," struggling with officer Clinton holding her back.
The Lieutenant looks over. "Let her in Sargeant, it's alright."
"I knew it!" Approaching Carolyn and Tommy. "I heard all those lies you kids...
A Crime / Mystery Story
"Didn't anyone tell you that little girls shouldn't break into other people's homes?” The Lieutenant pulling up a chair in front of Carolyn Myers.
“Ya, so what? The front door was already open. And I'm not a little girl, I'm fourteen...so who the hell are you?”
"I'm the Lieutenant from Police Headquarters," opening a file. "Lets see what we got here," thumbing through the records: "One arrest for shoplifting, suspended from school six times, low grade reports; sounds like you're just a real princess."
"Screw you. You're just like all the rest of the cops.”
“Ya, I suppose. So where's your brother?" Striking a match lighting his cigarette.
"Probably upstairs. He found a bunch of money under some floorboards in one of the old bedrooms."
"And what did your brother do with the money?"
“He stuffed it in some bags.”
The Lieutenant leaned back in his chair staring at Carolyn. “Planning on buying a lot of stuff with all that money?”
“Sure, why not. Finder's keeper's ya know.”
The Lieutenant glances over towards the Sergeant by the door. "Bring the kid in here will ya Myers?"
"Sure thing Lieutenant," disappearing into the family room.
"Are we about done here? I gotta pee,” Carolyn squirming in her chair.
“Hold it...unless you want a bucket.”
“Smart ass cop...that's all I need.”
"Here's the boy Lieutenant," interrupting.
"Have a seat by your sister kiddo," turning a page over in his file, then looking at Tommy. "You must be about twelve."
"Thirteen next week," moving around on the sofa. "Do I have to sit next to her?"
The Lieutenant looked up and just stared at Tommy. “So where were you during all of this mess?”
“Counting the money upstairs...thought maybe we could borrow some of it..."
"I heard those kids!" A woman in her mid 30's screaming at the front door. "Let me in," struggling with officer Clinton holding her back.
The Lieutenant looks over. "Let her in Sargeant, it's alright."
"I knew it!" Approaching Carolyn and Tommy. "I heard all those lies you kids...
