Lucy, Continued

“Hi, I’m Detective Sayers,” he said as he sat down across the table from Lucy.  “We’re just following up with people who saw Lloyd recently. It’s no big deal.”

 

“Why?” asked Lucy, confused.

 

“He’s dead,” replied Detective Sayers.

 

“What?” Lucy stared at him.  He had a large mole on his cheek.  She wondered if he’d gone to his doctor to check for skin cancer.

 

“You didn’t know?” he asked.

 

“We only had one date, if you’d call it that,” she replied. “It was two weeks ago, and he never called afterward.  I didn’t really know him.”

 

“Just one date?”

 

“Yeah, we just had a picnic while watching jazz and then had ice cream.  It was…..awkward.”

 

“How did the date happen?”

 

“My friend Cecilia set it up. I think she knew him through friends.”

 

“And you haven’t seen him since?”

 

“Haven’t even talked to him.  We definitely didn’t click.”

 

“Well, if we think of anything else we’ll let you know.”

 

Lucy climbed into her car and sat, tapping her thumb on the steering wheel in time with the drumbeat in her head. Eventually, she started the car and drove home.