#FridayFictioneers - photo prompt and 100 word limit
12-30-2011
The Drone
“Where did you get this, Tommy?” his mother asked.
“I got it from Ronny Jones. He said his Mom brought it home from work.”
Shit. She does security work, Janet suddenly thought.
“It can be controlled with a smart phone app,” Tommy said. “Isn’t that neat?”
Janet seemed lost in thought although Tommy didn’t notice.
“Yeah,” she said absently. “Neat.” Stepping into the next room, Janet placed a call on her cell phone.
“I told you never to call this number,” a male voice said.
“We’ve got bigger problems,” Janet replied.
“I got it from Ronny Jones. He said his Mom brought it home from work.”
Shit. She does security work, Janet suddenly thought.
“It can be controlled with a smart phone app,” Tommy said. “Isn’t that neat?”
Janet seemed lost in thought although Tommy didn’t notice.
“Yeah,” she said absently. “Neat.” Stepping into the next room, Janet placed a call on her cell phone.
“I told you never to call this number,” a male voice said.
“We’ve got bigger problems,” Janet replied.
12-16-2011
The Crime Scene
“Sergeant Flannigan,” Inspector Trent said as he held out the digital camera, “what does this picture tell you?”
Gunshot reported by the landlady. Authorities had discovered a man lying dead of a gunshot to the head, weapon in hand. All the doors and windows locked from the inside. No other means of egress.
Sergeant Flannigan glanced at the image.
“Time stamp 10:59 AM. Landlady reported hearing gunshot about that same time.” The Sergeant looked up at the dining room table. “Coffee cup in the picture no longer on the table.”
“Someone else was in the room.”
Inspector Trent smiled. “Precisely.”