Law School Murders: Communicate

When the results from the analyzer came back it showed only that the perpetrator was a white male. It didn’t give much in the way of information but Kim was confident she would find who wrote it.

Based on the quality of the writing she tried to deduce her best writers. Then she thought it was of course generated by a chat bot.

Once she got home she entered in the search “What would an erudite killer write?” in the chatbot engine. Some vodka and vanilla ice cream became her companions as she scrolled through pages. All she had in mind was getting to the truth of the matter. She sipped the potent potable and slurped the frozen dessert.

As she searched the Internet, she found more and more information. She took to the Web with her detective hat on her head. What she made was a trail of sites that she bookmarked. When she had depleted her drink and sweets, she still remained alert.

Her eyes remained planted on the screen as she scrolled and scrolled.

After all of the searching she called Yawquisha. She answered.

“My bestie for life,” Yawquisha said cheerily.

“Now, someone’s trying to kill me.”

“It was only a matter of time. In the time I’ve been able to know you all of this has led to this moment. I want to say that I’ll do anything to support you.”

“Thanks.”

“Now, what is the story?” Kim talked about the paper and the analyzer and Maryallene.

“That is extraordinary and unfortunate. I almost said call the cops but I’m sure you went through the proper channels as a civilian this time.”

“Of course.”

“So if I could do anything I would just remind you to look in the eye of everyone you grade, but you knew that already. It is possible that you’re going to nab this thug yourself.”

“It’s a possibility.”

“You were probably just sleuthing a few minutes ago, weren’t you?”

Kim grinned and Yawquisha could hear her smile on the phone. “You got me.”

“I knew you would. A certified Devil Dog and a detective hungry for the next case even if it’s her own,” Yawquisha reminded.

“I’ve been going through all of this and you were always with me, even when you couldn’t be physically. I thank you again, for that.”

“You know we’re a team. We’re supposed to be tight like cornrow braids,” Yawquisha replied.

“I just think I’m built for all this. There is no God but God knows that I’ve certainly seen my share of it. It’s true that few have seen what I’ve seen.”

“I know. But you’re still here.”

“I’m still here.”

The conversation just stopped as the two women just breathed over the words. The moments passed where their telepathic-like sensibilities kicked in once again. A full minute passed without them saying a word. That’s how tight their friendship was. They didn’t need wall-to-wall sound to communicate with each other. It wasn’t psychic nonsense but an integration of agreed thoughts.

“I just wanted to say that you’ve always been there for me. And that you’ve been a better friend than most of my family members. You’re the one I call first to discuss the things in my life you won’t find on the Internet.”

“And I’m grateful for you for being a true supporter of my work and what it is I do.”

“It’s nothing. Think absolutely nothing of it. You deserve it.”

“I’ve got to get to the editing bay but you can call me anytime tomorrow.”

They hung up their phones and returned to the madness.