Blog #8- The Satisfaction of Seperation

I left today. Left The Foxberry, left the town, and most importantly, left Frankie. I always hated the town and dying there didn't make me like it any more. Paradoxically, the only thing keeping me there anymore was the death that made me hate it. I was obsessed with someone else ruining my life and in the process was ruining someone else's. I left Frankie with one thing, or really the lack thereof. She knew she kept inexplicably finding clues to my murder and I don't think she should know why. But I wanted to remove my presence from her life completely, to let her rest in peace and do my best to do the same. I took her body one last time and took all her pieces of the puzzle to the cemetery. I buried those pieces where they belong, with me, and took her body back home. There I left her in her bed and gave her a last look. 

 I could never stand the cold, but since I'm cold all the time now, it's about time I saw the Northern lights.

 I woke up at 11 this morning, as well rested as I had ever felt. I thought back to the night before and realized I had been asleep for 15 hours. Makes sense considering I haven't gotten more than five hours for the past two months or so, but why now?

I was awake through my whole shift for the first time in ages at the museum and my well-rested eyes caught something they wouldn't have a day ago; the name Julie popped out at my from the paper on Bret's desk, and I hesitated less than a second before snatching it and stuffing it in my pocket.

When I took my lunch break, I examined the note I had found. "I'm breaking up with you" "not the same Bret that asked me out months ago." Well I could care less whether he's the same Bret, this Bret was the same one that I'd been obsessed with since I first saw him.

Then I realized what had been missing from my day...I hadn't thought of Mr.Evans all day, and more importantly, couldn't care less. Mr.Evans could matter less. There's one man worth my obsession... and now he's single!


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  1. amyMarch 25, 2019 at 10:26 AM

    They shifted in their chairs and looked from the pool, to their feet, to each other and then back to Jack.

    "After his wife died, Mr. Evans gave quite a bit of his household possessions to friends, homeless shelters, other people in the apartment building and, of course. All the sterling silver to the museum." Jack paused and wonder why these three, after working together for over a year, were acting uncomfortable with each other.

    He continued. "The knife you found is very, very old and of some value. But the most important items that Mr. Evans gave to the museum is the deck of silver playing cards." He paused again. Now it seemed he had their attention. "Supposedly there are only 5 sets known to be in existence. But there is a 6th set. Complete with 52 cards."

    Bret spoke first. "I did hear from a former manager something about that." His voice trailed off.

    "Is the set still in the museum?" Evelyn asks.

    "Mr. Evan died because someone or some people wanted the only other full set of silver cards."

    "How much is it worth?" Frankie asked.

    "Somewhere around $4 million dollars. They are still in the museum. Find the deck and you will find the killer."

    "Wait...if it is still in the museum, then isn't Evans' killer still looking as well?" Bret asked.

    "Yes." Jack paused. "By finding it, the killer will try to steal it."

    "Wait." Evelyn said. "Are you saying we should find it, advertise that we have it and wait for the killer to come after us?"

    "Of course not." Jack. "Claude Evans deserves justice. By finding it, you can put it on display and make money to keep the museum afloat. The killer will try to steal the cards. Whoever is the killer will be caught. Trust me. But you need to need to find the deck first."

    "And the deck is in the museum?" Rose said as she walked around the pool. Her arrival startled the three sitting in the chairs.

    "Yes," Jack said. "And whoever finds it will get a reward from the insurance company and help to catch a killer."













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  2. AnonymousApril 29, 2019 at 8:18 PM

    Just then I heard a knock on my door. I quickly pocketed the cards. "Come in" I said. It was Frankie.



    "Have you found the cards yet?" She asked. "No, I haven't had any luck." I responded. "Me neither, I feel like I've already searched the place twice forward and back. I really think we're close to solving the case. Plus..., don't you think it's kind of fun, y'know, just us?" I was a little perplexed by this. "Frankie, I think I need some time alone to think and work on this. You can take the rest of the day off. Have fun." "But wait, Bret-" "You can leave, Frankie. Bye."

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