shapeshifter avatar

Murder Is But A Memory

by

In another couple of days I was ready to leave the hospital and Las Vegas and head for home. They called a cab to take me to my car, which was still outside of Diana's now empty apartment. I was kinda looking forward to the drive back to L.A. It would give me a chance to collect my thoughts and try to put this whole situation into some sort of perspective that I could live with.

Nurse Peggy gave me an envelope on my way out the door. It simply said "Jake" on it. I knew who it was from.

Be the first to comment

Sign up or Sign in to leave a comment on this drabble.