An Inch Too Close
I barely shut my eyes that night. I keep seeing moving shadows everywhere I turn my head. I don’t know why I’m so terrified, maybe it was just a deer or something similar. But deer don’t just wander into New Orleans. Adrian doesn’t live that near the Bayou. When my phone rings at around five thirty, I reach out to it, completely awake and ready. I’m groggy from losing sleep, but I can barely wait to get out of bed. It must be a new case. Thank God. I need to occupy myself with something. “Detective Gauthier,” I answer, recognizing the number as one of the lines we use at the station. I’m surprised as a familiar voice comes through. “El, mornin’. Sorry for being this early, but ya need to come in a little earlier. A body was found in the Bayou,” Didi greets me, and it takes me a moment
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