A Roll Of The Dice - 07

This series of narrative fiction is based on random words that are picked via dice rolling.

On • Case • Neighbor • Sculpture • Continuous • Shoot • Lick

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It's never the neighbor in detective novels.

Er, wait, is it always the neighbor?

Everything is blurring together these days.

When Officer Riley opened the case, he came to the door and asked me questions. I was called in a few times. Something about "prime suspect" kept coming up at the station.

"I didn't shoot him," I said. It was true. I couldn't have shot him. I didn't even own a gun.

A continuous stream of never ending questions came from Riley and his deputies.

"Where were you that night?"

"Did you and Colin get along?"

"How often did you see him before the night that he died?"

"I was at a sculpture class. We saw each other on occasion. I liked him well enough."

After they verified everything, I didn't hear from them for a while. They ended up ruling it a suicide.

A Roll Of The Dice - 07

“I can still see her dead eyes sinking into the river as the current took her.”

I hadn't shot him. The shot came when Mary walked in on me hoisting his body out the window. The police didn't know about his mistress, and they never would.

I can still see her dead eyes sinking into the river as the current took her.

Colin's body was found before I could get back to clean up. Another neighbor.

The gunshot woke them. Their dog found Colin's body and tried to lick him awake, but he was dead already. I’d made sure of it.

Maybe it is always the neighbor.