TITLE: Going, Going, Gone
GENRE: Mystery/Crime Fiction
[Ex-second-baseman M.E. Sequoyah has gotten caught up in trying to solve a murder. One of his suspects is Holly Schmitt "Holy S***" Ericson, a nurse at the hospital. He confronts her as her shift ends.]
“Always got an angle?” she asked, lighting a cigarette.
“Like you,” I replied.
“What’s my angle, smarta**? Think you got me figured out?”
“Actually, I don’t,” I admitted.
She undid the top two buttons on her nurse’s uniform. “Like the view?”
I was noncommittal. “Beats looking at the Arlington Hospital and Car Wash.”
“You a faggot?” she asked. I shook my head. “Married? Nope, no ring.”
“Not everyone wears a ring, but no, not married.”
“So you want something from me other than cooze.”
“Is that so unusual?”
“Actually, yes.” She smiled, a genuine smile, not a provocation. “You know my nickname?”
“I’ve heard. And I’ll bet your middle name’s not Schmitt.”
“How you figure that?”
“Too convenient,” I said. “Like you took lemons and turned them into lemonade.”
“Honey, these ain’t lemons,” she said.
“Yeah, but there’s no such thing as melonade.”
She broke out laughing, then started coughing. She tossed her cigarette on the ground and stomped on it.
“Want coffee?” I asked. “Breakfast?”
“Yeah. But not with you.”