Just a few
minutes before 5:00 PM, Chief Grady walked through his front door in search of
his wife. He found her in the kitchen
wrist-deep in her famous meatloaf mixture as she thoroughly incorporated the
ingredients. He kissed her on the
ticklish spot of her neck, knowing she couldn’t stop him while her hands were
all goopy. She squealed as she pulled
away, playfully scolding him for taking advantage of her defenseless
state.
“You know, it’s not a smart idea to
mess with a woman who has a knife in her hands,” She teased. “You’re home early. I wish I’d have known; I
would have started dinner sooner.”
“Don’t worry about it, babe. I’m not
very hungry right now anyway.”
“Rough day?”
“Yeah, you could say that. I hate being the bearer of bad news and
telling the Millers and the Crayburns that their kids are dead is just about
the worst news anyone could bear.”
Sharon Grady
quickly washed her hands then hugged her husband tightly. After twenty years of marriage, she knew
there was nothing she could say to ease his heartache but healing often came
from the moments with no words. She could feel the tension from his shoulders
releasing as she kneaded the heel of her palm into his knotted muscles.
“You always know exactly how to make
me feel better,” he murmured.
They worked
together on the dinner preparations then, as the meatloaf baked, Sharon and
Thomas Grady snuggled on the sofa. As
master of the remote, he reached over to snatch his plastic wand from the
coffee table and pressed the power button.
“And in local news, twelve area
teens have been reported missing. Our own Sue Taylor is live on location at
Jefferson High School where many of those teens were last seen.”
“Thank you, Dave. The mood is somber
here. Friends and family of those missing have already begun to erect a
memorial to their lost loved ones. As
you may remember, it was just a few days ago when some local joggers found
human remains on the beach and the next day, even more severed body parts were
discovered. It is believed that these
teens have befallen the same fate as Adam Miller, age twenty-four and his
longtime girlfriend, Erin Crayburn.”
“For crying out loud!” Chief Grady
growled. “How did they get those names
so fast?”
“Maybe we should just put a movie in
or something. We don’t need to watch th….” His wife froze mid-sentence as her
husband’s face filled the television screen.
“Earlier today, Chief of Police
Thomas Grady issued a statement.”
The cameras made
him look even more exhausted as he told the room full of reporters that the
coroner’s office declared the cause of death to be a shark attack.
“You missed your calling, Tom. You should have been an actor. Look how sexy
you are on screen.”
“Shar, you should’ve been a
politician. Only a politician can lie that convincingly!”
She reached
over and clicked off the television before pulling her husband to his feet and
dragging him to their bedroom.
“We’ll just see who’s lying, Mister
Sexy.”
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