Writing Prompt #3: January 25, 2012

I had heard her story before, and had decided that I could care less. I had heard others like it too many times. Girl goes out, get’s drunk, loses purse and blames it on some guy she claims she met.

“Tell me again what happened.” I said rubbing my eyes with my hands.

She looked at me with big eyes, trying to make me feel sympathy. “I met this guy, tall with blond hair and he bought me a drink. Next thing I knew I woke up in a hotel room with only my license and clothes.”

“Is it possible you left your purse at the club?” I looked at the girl hoping she hadn’t thought of that yet.

“Absolutely not. I called and checked. I have a hot pink purse, there’s no way anyone would miss seeing it if it was there.”

“Look uh” I looked at the paperwork she had filled out. “Jessica. I can’t guarantee that we’ll be able to do anything more than you’ve already done.”

“You have to though!” she practically shouted, “My grandfather’s will was in there,” she added quietly.

I held back a sigh, something I had learned to do after twenty years on the force.

“I’ll do what I can here. But in the mean time you should head home. Try and remember any details about the guy you met. If you think of anything give me a call.” I wrote down the direct line number for my phone and gave it to her.

“Thank you” was all I got as she walked out.

“What was that Damian?”

“Another purse-hotel run Chief.” I turned around. Chief Belland leaned against the wall, his tie a little loose and his sleeves rolled up. He took a sip of his coffee.

“That makes how many this week?”

“Seven sir.”

“And in this town?”

“We usually get around three to four hundred a week sir.”


“But we never get any reported here sir.” I looked at Chief Belland.

“You’re right Damian, there might be some sort of connection. But I think it’s a little early to start formulating possibilities.”

“Normally I would agree sir. But all seven of the reports are nearly identical. Woman goes out to a bar, tall blond guy orders her a drink, then she wakes up in a hotel room, no damage, no rape, no sex at all. She’s just missing her purse, but still has her license. It just doesn’t make sense Chief.”

“No it doesn’t. But we have other things to work on. The state senator is coming in less than a week, and we have plans to review and transportation routes to set up. Make sure you set this purse thing aside for now. We’ll get back to it once the senator leaves.”


“That’s an order McCloud. Set it down, and work on the senator’s detail.”

“Yes sir.” I turned back to my computer, and finished entering the report. Printing out the other reports of the purse-hotel guy, I slipped them in my bag to look at later.


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