Tuesday Tales: From the Word STUNNING

Good day! For those who celebrate, I hope you all had a lovely Easter. This week, the Tuesday Tales authors are writing to the word prompt, STUNNING. I’m continuing with my romance/suspense novel, And Justice for All. Enjoy!

“Mona, it’s Harry Collins. Patch me through to Forensics in Ottawa.”

“Yes, sir.” The polite, helpful voice became serious.

The phone rang. It was picked up on the second ring.

“RCMP Forensics Unit, Tawney Gaines speaking.”

“Tawney, it’s me. I have a hell of a mess for you.” Without mincing his words, Harry told her what had happened and what he needed. “Be prepared to work in the dark and stay the night. Go to the marina next to Cornwall’s in Rockport. I’ll have an OPP officer waiting for you there. Now, before you start getting ready, I need you to contact Tom and tell him to bring the rig. We’ll be there for a few days. Have him call me a.s.a.p.”

“Understood. It’s 16:40 now. I’ll have my team there by 18:30 at the latest. Can we drive in to wherever we need to get?”

“Unlikely, but I won’t know for sure until I examine the area myself. You’ll be on Club Island, just west of Rockport. From what I know, you need a boat to access it. Call the Coast Guard base on Hill Island and ask for Wendy Lewis. Tell her you’re working for me and ask for assistance. You know what you’ll need better than I do.”

“Do you think this is another contract job?” Her voice was filled with concern and more than a touch of fear.

“I do, and I think we may finally have a break, but make sure all of those who come with you are armed and wearing their Kevlar vests. I’ll see you when you get there.”

He ended the call and made another.

“Call Chase Realty.”

“Calling Chase Realty,” the tinned voice replied.

Maggie sat up straighter. Chase Realty was one of Robbinsville’s top realty companies.

“Chase Realty.” The woman’s voice sounded eager to please as if every call could be a potential moneymaker.

“Yes, this is Harry Collins. I was supposed to meet James Brown at 340 Water Street West to look at a condo.”

Harry’s words made her gasp, stunning her once more. That was her address. In a day filled with the impossible, this was just another blow to the solar plexus. There were a couple of condos for sale in the building. The last thing she needed was for Harry and his family to move in there, too. Seeing him at work would be hard enough, but running into him and his new wife in the lobby picking up their mail would be beyond awkward.

Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.