Tuesday Tales: From the Word HOLIDAY

Happy Holidays! Wishing you all the best this season. may your lives be filled with hope and peace. This week, the Tuesday Tales authors are writing to the word prompt HOLIDAY. I’m continuing with my yet as unnamed romance suspense.

“Morning, Sutton.” Lyn Richards dropped her purse into the bottom drawer of the desk next to hers.

The woman was twenty-five years older than she was. Korean-Canadian, with short dark hair that she dyed on a regular basis to keep the gray away, and beautiful dark hazel almond-shaped eyes, a gift from her Caucasian father along with her height, she looked much younger than her years. Lyn worked out regularly and was as physically fit as any of the younger members of the Robbinsville Municipal Police Force.

They worked well together and had partnered on a few minor cases in the past, although Lieutenant Morris preferred that his detectives work as mixed teams, especially since the incident, as he called it. Lyn’s current partner, Jose Ramirez, was due to retire at the end of June, and while she wouldn’t mind getting back out into the field again, Maggie knew that Morris had someone else in mind to replace Jose.

And Cliff. He can’t send me back out there alone.

“Hi, Lyn. How was the weekend? Did you get your daughter settled back home?”

“Yeah. It’s hard to believe that she’s a doctor. She’ll start at the Robbinsville Community Hospital next week, working in the ER.” The woman glanced around the empty bullpen. “You’re in early. Let me guess. You were checking the tip line again.” She shook her head. “You have to stop that. You’re going to drive yourself crazy. Morris has a team of detectives working on it. Let them do their job.” She rifled through the messages on her desk. “How’s the new condo coming?”

As soon as she’d been released from the hospital, Maggie had sold her house and purchased an apartment in a secure building, one almost as well fortified as Rideau Hall, home of Canada’s Governor-General. From her twelfth-floor balcony, she could see the river snaking through town and the city park and all its gorgeous trees, now clothed in brilliant shades of green. She used to jog in that park at least three times a week, but like her monthly friend’s arrival, that was something else she no longer did.

“It’s coming along,” she lied. “I didn’t do much since yesterday was a holiday. Victoria Day always marks the start of summer, right? I’ll have plenty of time to do more over the next few months.”

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