QR Code Murders: Everyone Wants to Leave Delaware
Kim and Yawquisha explore an idea about the second smallest state by area.
Hot coffee spilled slightly on the lid of Kim’s cup. Yawquisha handled her caramel macchiato with ease.
“Goddamnit!” Kim shouted. “Sorry, I didn't want to disrespect your faith.”
“It’s okay. I’m an atheist.”
Kim looked at her like a question mark over her head became a period.
“Okay,” Kim said and pulled off from the coffee shop.
Yawquisha looked around the car and noticed some paperwork.
“What’s this?”
“It’s the FBI. They plan to investigate the murders.”
Yawquisha looked at Kim askance. “You don’t seem worried. I mean you take your Lord—”
“I’m atheist, too.”
“Well, someone’s Lord and savior’s name is in vain over some spilled coffee, but this doesn’t seem to bother you. Did you ever try out for the FBI?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“I passed all the written exams, the situational tests, and the physical. But right before I could complete the final stage, I caught the flu. Bad. I couldn’t go any further.”
“So you couldn’t make it up?”
“I could in six months, but in that time I just didn’t feel like starting from the beginning. I came back to Delaware and I’m sitting here with you as a detective of the Delaware State Police.”
Yawquisha saw an opportunity to flip the script. “You’re a great cop. You should go back and get an FBI badge.”
Kim exhaled sharply. “Yeah, yeah like when you earn your college degree?” Kim fired back.
“At least I can go through life with my own knowledge and apply it to fields where you don’t need a degree or training of any sort. You just need cameras and screens. What happened to all that work? Did they count it as saved?”
“My credentials are still pending, yes.”
Yawquisha sighed. “If you look at it, you’re like a loading game or app. You’re in the phase where you’re just about there but the spinning wheel of death on the screen just spins and spins.”
“Philosopher Yawquisha,” Kim remarked.
“It’s just a little computer wisdom. Nothing too serious. Nothing like going back to get the certification among the finest agents in the country. Or do you not want to leave Delaware?”
“Everyone wants to leave Delaware.”
“I don’t,” Yawquisha replied.
“And why is that?” Kim asked.
“Why should I? All the action is here. Especially where we are. It’s enough content to last me for decades.”
“Is that what it’s all about? You track down these scenes and you upload them to your media platforms?”
“That’s the idea.”
Kim scoffed.
“What? Don’t you have just a little piece inside of you that does this for the adrenaline rush? The thrill?”
“I got over that after I was blown up in Iraq.”
Yawquisha grew silent. Then, “I didn’t mean to say—”
“No, it’s okay. I’ve seen enough psych docs and had slight physical therapy to know what it’s like to come down off of the high of imminent danger to your life and limbs and mind.”
“I’m sorry,” Yawquisha said.
“Think nothing of it, pass me a bagel, please,” Kim desperately wanted to focus on the day’s agenda. She spread cream cheese and grape jelly on her plain bagel, lightly toasted. She bit into it and chased it with the coffee which had cooled enough to intake. She swallowed and exhaled again.
“Okay, we’ve got two witnesses that I’m supposed to be interviewing. You can film the beginning and the end of the interviews but that’s it.”
“No no it’s okay. I can use software that makes a silhouette and obscures the person’s face and I can modulate their voice as well.”
“High speed.”
“You’ve got to have the tools or you’ll look like an amateur. I mean I’m not a professional photojournalist per se, but I want to rival the best.”
“You seem to have it together.”
“That’s because I am showing instead of telling my endeavors.”
Kim snickered. “Where did you come from?”
Yawquisha answered, “In the West Side of Wilmington, born and raised….”
“You can stop right there. Both women shared a laugh. They finished their coffees and headed towards the first witness’s house. Yawquisha grabbed her camera and trailed Kim.
“I saw the big fireball and then I saw one of then running. He looked light skinned and really slim.”
“How far did he get? Did he escape into a vehicle?”
“No. He—Is she putting this on the computer?”
“Don’t worry about her, she’s just going to blur you out and change your voice later. We don’t need release forms.”
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Very mysterious and fascinating!