Hello, and welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. This week’s prompt is the word DEEPEN
I’m continuing with The White Dahlia, Book Four of The Harvester Files.
Al paced the living room, waiting for the call to connect. It was one p.m. here which made it nine a.m. in Alaska. Not an auspicious time for a call from the police.
“Hello?” The voice was sleepy. “Whoever you are you’d better have a damn good reason for waking me up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday morning.”
“Mr. Harrison, it’s Lieutenant Al Foster from the NYPD.”
“Lieutenant.” The voice was alert. “Have you got news about Rachel?”
Al pursed his lips. It hadn’t been pleasant doing this yesterday with Aunt Mae, and it was unlikely it would be easier this time.
“I have. I regret to inform you that we’ve found Ms. Livingston’s body,” he stated softly.
“Oh God.” The voice was hoarse. “I’d hoped she would be okay. I mean she could’ve had a breakdown and voluntarily disappeared. I kept trying to come up with scenarios where she was safe and happy … What happened to her?”
“The case is an open investigation, and I can’t go into details at this time. I would like to ask you some questions, if that’s okay. We want to get to the bottom of this as quickly as we can.”
“Of course. What would you like to know?”
Al could hear the tears in the man’s voice. Even after two years, finding out someone you loved had died was hard.
“Did you and Rachel come to New York together?”
“No. I met her at a charity dinner. I was working as a sous chef at a restaurant in Hell’s Kitchen, and we were catering the event. Rachel was providing piano accompaniment for a number of performers. She played like an angel. When it was over, I got up the nerve to talk to her. She lived in SoHo at the time. We dated a year before finally getting a place together closer to the school and the restaurant where I worked.”
“I see. Did she ever go to karaoke bars?”
Ted chuckled. “Sure. Some of her classmates studying vocal music did, and she went along to encourage them. She had a great voice. How is that important?”
“We think whoever took her might’ve been following her. Did you go to the bars with her?”
The concern in his voice deepened. “Maybe once or twice. My voice isn’t what she called melodious, plus I tended to work evenings and nights.”
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Living the Dream 
Oh no. My heart is breaking for him now that he knowsRachel is dead. I hope he has a detail that will work for Al. Great job!
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Oh, that has got to be so difficult for him. Each piece of the tapestry that you add is a gem.
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How heartbreaking for him!
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How sad for him! And to find out that way. I hope he doesn’t become a suspect, but often the perp is one of those closest to the victim. Gripping story. Can hardly wait until next week to see what’s coming next. Great job!
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Thank you.
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