Blog #6- Hello Kitty
Rose used a square of toilet paper to wipe off smudgy mirror, and set her purse down on the least grimy spot on the sink counter. Not that she expected the bathroom at a circus to be clean, but this one was atrocious. She started rummaging through her purse for something to erase the past week of sleepless nights and the sudden loss in confidence she felt as soon as she saw him standing by the trapeze act.
"Of course he would be here," she thought, "the whole goddamn town is here."
Her hand landed a little tube of Mac lipstick, in the shade "Lady Danger," and she quickly smeared the dark mauve over her lips. Next she applied her favorite Nars blush, shade "Desire," and her favorite shimmer gold eyeshadow, "Blushing" by Anastasia Beverly Hills. Once she had taken a good look at her reflection and gave a her curls a little ruffle for volume, Rose was ready to face the circus crowds (or at least one person in the crowd).
As she sifted through the throngs of people, with their greasy popcorn and obnoxious souvenirs, she locked eyes with one lonely man: the tiger. Through the bars of his cage, she could see the hopeless sway of his tale and sag in his eyelids. When she saw the tiger's sad eyes, she knew no amount of scandalous makeup will make you wild if you are trapped in a cage.
And in her distraction, she bumped right into a tall man in with dark curly hair. Although not the man she was looking for, she immediately knew who he was and what he wanted. Just like the rest of 'em.
Rose and Aydar left the circus together soon after. She did, however, stop to look up at the shining bright dots in the sky that hung over the big top.
"Maybe next time, Jack," she whispered.
Rose. The rose etching on the watch, hammer, diary, photos: almost everything tied to the murder. Now, the hard part was figuring out which Rose. Rose Pittus? Or Dorothy Rose? Both lived in the Foxberry, and to be honest, both were pretty shady figures.
ReplyDeleteMr. Salimov, from one floor down, had recently sent Stephanie a note, after which they met for the first time. Apparently he’d thought she sent him the watch so he was just as confused as Stephanie when she revealed she hadn’t. Little by little, pieces started coming together. With her collection, Aydar’s testament, and the remains of the police’s evidence, she had managed to piece together a story.
They both believed that Rose, Pittus that is, wasn’t guilty.
Dorothy Rose was a photographer, after all. She could have taken the two photos of Stephanie, as well as the picture of Mr. Evans that Stephanie Lovett had found in the parking lot and turned in to the police.
They couldn’t be sure, though. Unfortunately, many police files were already missing, leading Stephanie and Aydar to suspect someone had already rifled through them. If only they had access to the station’s security cameras.
Their curiosity, and lack of evidence, led them to watch Dorothy with a close eye. They took turns monitoring activity to and from her apartment, day and night; however their efforts yielded few results. Dorothy seemed completely normal, except her frequent trips to Bea.
Such excruciating efforts led Stephanie to lose track of time in the previous days: she’d been late to work for the first time, late to dinner dates with Oliver and his family, and late to pay her bills. The only thing she wasn’t late for was watching Dorothy. That seemed to be all that mattered at the moment: figuring out if she sent the packages, what she knew about Evans, and how everything might be connected.
From blog #7:
ReplyDeleteSuddenly Rose bursted through the door saying, “I have something you are going to want to know about.”
Bret and I both looked at each other, turns out today wasn't going to be boring after all.