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Daily wordcount: 723
Total wordcount: 15,407
On/off target: -9,598
NOW I'm starting to feel like I should give up, especially since I really have not felt like writing at all lately and I have no idea where this story is going. Maybe I should have had a more modest goal, like a 500-word-a-day goal. It was probably silly to go from now having written in quite some time, having no idea what I wanted to write, to full-blown NaNo.
...guts all over a room? At a push I could see him murdering someone, sure, anyone is capable of that. But I'd put him down more as the type who would hire a killer, or do something more subtle, like poison."
I thought about Evan for a minute, and tried to picture him as a crazed murderer. He was thin and on the edge of looking frail, almost, and he was such a meek person I couldn't make the image of him going completely Jason on anyone. Poisoning someone? Sure, I could imagine that. And maybe paying someone, but would he even know where to find someone who would do that? How many people know how to find a contract killer?
"So maybe they think he hired someone?" I suggested.
"He doesn't have the money for it, yet. That deal wasn't final. Do contract killers take credit?"
"That would explain why he's s out of contact. That might be the one thing that would make me go off-grid, if a hired killer was tracking me down for money I owed them," I suggested. "I'm assuming he knew he'd be the beneficiary in the case of her death, and used that to explain to the killer that he could pay him later?"
"But then why not just wait until he got the money from the sale of the company, then have her killed, then get the company back? Now the assets will be tied up in probate after the investigation, and he'd have to be on the run for a long time. The man's a bit of a weasel, but he's not stupid."
I hated it when she was right, but, much like Evan, she wasn't stupid. Just unlikable. Much like Evan. And she was going out of her way to defend him. Maybe they were having an affair? Couldn't be any weirder than anything else that was going on.
"True," I sighed. "I wonder if we'll ever know the whole truth."
"We will have more answers when you catch up with Evan, when's your flight?"
Shit. Flight. Right, I was supposed to be leaving. I closed my eyes and tried to picture all the flight info I'd looked up. I was pretty sure there was on at about 6 pm leaving for Frankfurt.
"This evening, I need to get some stuff taken care of with my house for when I'm gone, and pack," I said smoothly.
"Well, good luck," she said, and abruptly hung up before I could say anything.
I set down the phone and poured myself a cup of coffee, mixing in just a tiny bit of sugar. It was strong, and I wish I'd had its effects while I was talking to Jess, because the more I perked up, the more suspicious that phone call seemed. She was fishing for something, there's no other reason she would have called. She's not the chatty type. I pulled out my notebook and hurriedly jotted down everything I remembered about the conversation. The part about her asking about my flight really nagged at me, and I had to wonder why she was so concerned about when I was leaving. I looked at the four boxes of files left in the corner of the room. If there was any chance she was going to come poking around, which I fully admitted was probably a wildly paranoid thought on my part, I needed to get rid of or hide those before this evening. I started a fire in the fireplace, queued up the Sharktopus series of movies, and dove into the first box.
By the time I got to the third movie, Sharktopus vs Whalewolf, I was down to my last box. It had all been pretty boring, and I admit to having taken more than a few breaks to make popcorn and just enjoy the movies. I had sorted, scanned, and then burned all of the contents of the three boxes I'd gone through, and had learned nothing except a lot about the utility expenses of running a small shop in a very old building. Spoiler alert: it's very expensive. Probably something to do with the dilapidated buildings and general draftiness of them. Mind you, plenty of new building aren't that much better due to shoddy craftsmanship, but that's a rant for another day.
Total wordcount: 15,407
On/off target: -9,598
NOW I'm starting to feel like I should give up, especially since I really have not felt like writing at all lately and I have no idea where this story is going. Maybe I should have had a more modest goal, like a 500-word-a-day goal. It was probably silly to go from now having written in quite some time, having no idea what I wanted to write, to full-blown NaNo.
...guts all over a room? At a push I could see him murdering someone, sure, anyone is capable of that. But I'd put him down more as the type who would hire a killer, or do something more subtle, like poison."
I thought about Evan for a minute, and tried to picture him as a crazed murderer. He was thin and on the edge of looking frail, almost, and he was such a meek person I couldn't make the image of him going completely Jason on anyone. Poisoning someone? Sure, I could imagine that. And maybe paying someone, but would he even know where to find someone who would do that? How many people know how to find a contract killer?
"So maybe they think he hired someone?" I suggested.
"He doesn't have the money for it, yet. That deal wasn't final. Do contract killers take credit?"
"That would explain why he's s out of contact. That might be the one thing that would make me go off-grid, if a hired killer was tracking me down for money I owed them," I suggested. "I'm assuming he knew he'd be the beneficiary in the case of her death, and used that to explain to the killer that he could pay him later?"
"But then why not just wait until he got the money from the sale of the company, then have her killed, then get the company back? Now the assets will be tied up in probate after the investigation, and he'd have to be on the run for a long time. The man's a bit of a weasel, but he's not stupid."
I hated it when she was right, but, much like Evan, she wasn't stupid. Just unlikable. Much like Evan. And she was going out of her way to defend him. Maybe they were having an affair? Couldn't be any weirder than anything else that was going on.
"True," I sighed. "I wonder if we'll ever know the whole truth."
"We will have more answers when you catch up with Evan, when's your flight?"
Shit. Flight. Right, I was supposed to be leaving. I closed my eyes and tried to picture all the flight info I'd looked up. I was pretty sure there was on at about 6 pm leaving for Frankfurt.
"This evening, I need to get some stuff taken care of with my house for when I'm gone, and pack," I said smoothly.
"Well, good luck," she said, and abruptly hung up before I could say anything.
I set down the phone and poured myself a cup of coffee, mixing in just a tiny bit of sugar. It was strong, and I wish I'd had its effects while I was talking to Jess, because the more I perked up, the more suspicious that phone call seemed. She was fishing for something, there's no other reason she would have called. She's not the chatty type. I pulled out my notebook and hurriedly jotted down everything I remembered about the conversation. The part about her asking about my flight really nagged at me, and I had to wonder why she was so concerned about when I was leaving. I looked at the four boxes of files left in the corner of the room. If there was any chance she was going to come poking around, which I fully admitted was probably a wildly paranoid thought on my part, I needed to get rid of or hide those before this evening. I started a fire in the fireplace, queued up the Sharktopus series of movies, and dove into the first box.
By the time I got to the third movie, Sharktopus vs Whalewolf, I was down to my last box. It had all been pretty boring, and I admit to having taken more than a few breaks to make popcorn and just enjoy the movies. I had sorted, scanned, and then burned all of the contents of the three boxes I'd gone through, and had learned nothing except a lot about the utility expenses of running a small shop in a very old building. Spoiler alert: it's very expensive. Probably something to do with the dilapidated buildings and general draftiness of them. Mind you, plenty of new building aren't that much better due to shoddy craftsmanship, but that's a rant for another day.
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