She went ignored. He was so high and mighty and she was so far below his contempt he couldn’t even bring himself to say anything. All she got in response was an impassive stare, like she wasn’t worth the effort. The disrespect at being written off so easily left her irate and dumbstruck. Again, who the fuck did he think he was?
But the moment was passing and their attention, rightfully so, was on Livvy. Despite the anger seething beneath the surface, Brooke wouldn’t make any more of a scene. She said her piece and had to be content with that, even as the memory soured like old milk. Head down, Brooke buried herself in the contents of Livvy’s backpack.
The pistol was the first concern and she set it aside after checking the chamber. Working the slide proved something of a challenge. The magazine she pocketed. She tossed the crinkled receipts back into the backpack, using it to hold anything unimportant. The gum followed suit.
“Her inhaler.” She placed the item close to Mathus but still on the island, visible but not in the way.
Brooke took a moment with the snapshots and felt like a voyeur peeping into Livvy’s precious moments. Thanksgiving, family pets, family… memories important enough to carry constantly. She tucked the pictures back into the pocket where they were safe, and found the wallet. Splaying it open on the doctor’s kitchen island, she flipped through driver’s license, insurance cards, credit cards, and cash, and then hissed through her teeth.
This could complicate things. As Brooke examined the EPD business card from Lavender Wise's wallet, she croaked, her voice strained and raspy. “She’s a cop.”
But the moment was passing and their attention, rightfully so, was on Livvy. Despite the anger seething beneath the surface, Brooke wouldn’t make any more of a scene. She said her piece and had to be content with that, even as the memory soured like old milk. Head down, Brooke buried herself in the contents of Livvy’s backpack.
The pistol was the first concern and she set it aside after checking the chamber. Working the slide proved something of a challenge. The magazine she pocketed. She tossed the crinkled receipts back into the backpack, using it to hold anything unimportant. The gum followed suit.
“Her inhaler.” She placed the item close to Mathus but still on the island, visible but not in the way.
Brooke took a moment with the snapshots and felt like a voyeur peeping into Livvy’s precious moments. Thanksgiving, family pets, family… memories important enough to carry constantly. She tucked the pictures back into the pocket where they were safe, and found the wallet. Splaying it open on the doctor’s kitchen island, she flipped through driver’s license, insurance cards, credit cards, and cash, and then hissed through her teeth.
This could complicate things. As Brooke examined the EPD business card from Lavender Wise's wallet, she croaked, her voice strained and raspy. “She’s a cop.”