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MAGGIE
Pick up the phone for once, my brain hisses as I hook a left onto North
Avenue and force myself to slow down. The last thing I need right now is a
speeding ticket on top of everything else. Of course, since I’m headed to the
police station I could just pay it when I get there, which would be
convenient.
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“You are seriously the only person I know who still actually calls
people.” My sister Daisy’s voice fills my car suddenly. She doesn’t even
bother with hello. “Even Uncle Ben and Uncle Bobby just text. What is
wrong with you? If you’re trying to bring back phone calls, like highwaisted jeans or something, give it up.”
“You know who doesn’t text? Clyde,” I say sharply.
“Because he’s usually drunk,” Daisy says about our grandfather. She’s
not being vicious, just factual. “And he dropped the only cell phone we ever
gave him into a glass of whiskey.”
“Well he couldn’t text even if he wanted to right now because he’s IN
JAIL.” I bark out those last two words as loudly as I can. My eyes dart
down to my speedometer and I ease off the gas pedal.
“What?” Daisy replies, shocked. “Our grandfather is in jail?”
“According to my Tinder date, yes,” I reply as the light in front of me
turns red and I’m forced to stop, and curse.
“Your Tinder date told you Clyde is in jail?” Daisy repeats and I can
picture her lying on the lounger on the balcony of our dilapidated rental, a
textbook beside her, pretending she’s studying when what she’s really doing
is soaking up some of the last rays of sun before the fall days turn chilly.
“How is this getting more confusing?”
“My Tinder date turned out to be a cop named Matt and Matt was
meeting me on his lunch break, in uniform, because—and I quote—chicks
dig the uniform,” I explain.
“Okay so we’re not seeing him again,” Daisy interjects flatly.
“No. We are not,” I agree and continue. “Anyway, when I told him my
last name he got this weird look on his face and asked if I knew an old man
named Clyde Todd, because he just arrested him for getting into a fist fight
at city hall.”
“Who the hell was Clyde brawling with?” Daisy gasps. “Why was he at
city hall? Are you sure it’s not mistaken identity?”
“Clyde Todd, age seventy, owner of the Todd Farm out on Route 2A,” I
say and turn into the police station parking lot. I turn off my car and the call
cuts out on my Bluetooth system so I grab my phone off the passenger seat
next to my purse. “I’m at the police station now.”
“Okay. Keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
I get out of the car and march across the small lot to the squat, one story
red brick building. I burst through the front doors and beeline straight to the
counter. “Hi there, I’m Maggie Todd,” I say to the officer sitting there. His
shirt says Martinez. Burlington isn’t a big city, but I haven’t had a lot of
interaction with our police department, so I don’t know him. “Officer
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