A.N- I updated alot quicker than I usually do but consider it a New Year's present :)
Just a reminder that everything in italics are the main character's thought for the chapter.
Inventing Shadows
Chapter 10: Groovy Cat-Marcey
August 5/ 2015 10:07am
Marcey Ramsee stared as the front door to the office closed and Carl Pellar was out of sight. That poor man. Marcey sighed before closing his wedding file and leaving it on the desk. 39 and still not close to getting married. Why do I torture myself with this job? Marcey rolled her chocolate eyes and made her way over to the flower buffet to straighten out the display. The only other person there was Ryan. "Well Ryan, it looks as if my schedule for the morning cleared."
"Yeah," he laughed, "I heard about that." Ryan's ashen hair fell into his dark eyes as he looked down at the floor. "I think we all heard that."
"Carl has quite a bit going on." Marcey ran her fingers along the buffet in an ill attempt to straighten the plain ivory table cloth.
"Life sucks doesn't it, Marce?" Marcey let out a hearty laugh before slapping him on the arm.
"Shut up, Ryan." Ryan threw his arms up in defeat as he backed away.
"Fine, fine." Marcey stared at him for a long minute before speaking,
"Makes you think, doesn't it?"
"The murders?"
"Yes."
"Of course. These are young girls who just started learning exactly what life could bring. It was their time to shine and they ended up getting fizzled."
"Fizzled. Really, Ryan?"
"Fizzled." Marcey smiled up at him before her serious expression resurfaced.
"I hate that it seems all girls have to do now is go to a club and flaunt themselves to get what they want." Ryan raised his eyebrows at her; asking her to continue. "What I mean is they get what they want so easily now."
"Maybe your just jealous." Marcey scowled at his comment,
"I had to work to get what I wanted. I was always the girl next door who had to work her ass off. Maybe I'm a little bitter but I am in no means jealous. Just look at what has happened to them now." Marcey casted her gaze to the ground before picking up the water can from beneath the buffet. She started to water the flowers as Ryan stared at her intently. "Have something to say to me, Ryan?"
"Not every girl is like that in the world today." Marcey stopped watering the plants and sighed. Of course I know that. He doesn't understand.
"I know."
"You're just grumpy because you had a bad morning." What an understatement! Yelled at about flowers and then a raging bitch.
"Perhaps." Marcey proceeded to water the rest of the flowers in silence as Ryan stood there leaning against the buffet. When she finished she placed the watering can back underneath. "I'm 39, Ryan."
"And I'm 30. What's your point?" Marcey leaned against the buffet beside him.
"I feel as if I'm sitting on the sidelines. Everybody I know are starting families and planning their lives while I'm here helping people start the rest of their lives with the person they love. I just want that." Marcey closed her eyes as Ryan embraced her from the side.
"You just have to put yourself out there more. There's someone out there for you, you just have to wait for the right moment." Marcey's lips twitched upward into a half-smile as she nuzzled against Ryan's shoulder.
"I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself."
"Pre-midlife crisis, obviously," Ryan smirked at her. Smartass. Marcey removed herself from him and playfully punched him the gut. "Anyway ever heard of the 'Groovy Cat'?"
"The what?" Marcey looked at him with curiosity as she smoothed the spot of the tablecloth at which she was leaning on.
"It's a club. I overheard someone talking about how that one victim, the one before Carl's daughter, had a card in her pocket for the 'Groovy Cat'." Ryan always over thinks everything.
"What's the point?"
"Do you think it has anything to do with the 'Crimson Kisser' and how they choose their victims?"
"Given the fact that no other victim had that card on them I would assume no." Marcey made her way back to her desk while Ryan trailed her.
"I think the police ought to look into the small details more," he told her as they walked.
"I think you should've been a detective instead of wedding coordinator."
"You're funny," Ryan laughed at her, "I couldn't last a day in crummy office going over ridiculous amounts of papers."
"You do it here all the time." Marcey smiled and winked at him as she rolled her chair into her desk.
"When's your next appointment?" Marcey turned on her computer and looked at the desktop.
"12:30."
"Nice. Well mine will be here any minute now, so I'll catch you for lunch?" Ryan looked at her with his puppy dog eyes. Why does he even ask? We always catch lunch together.
"Of course." With that Ryan left and Marcey sat at her desk staring at the computer screen blankly. Her eyes fell towards the folder on the desk and she picked it up and skimmed through it. Brandi and Carl. Yellow tulips and red fabrics. Cake is red velvet. What a waste. Marcey through the folder into the recycling bin below her desk. No point in keeping this. They are never going to get married. She refocused her attention back to her computer as opened up the internet. She glanced up over her screen to Ryan at his desk in the far left of the room who was greeting his new clients. She looked back at her screen and went to Google. Well, what the heck. No harm in checking it out. She typed in the 'Groovy Cat'. Marcey skimmed through the web page and didn't find anything interesting. Not sure what I expected to find. As she leaned back into her chair she scrolled through the different pictures on the site. Not sure why I am even looking. Nothing unusual appeared in the pictures but Marcey continued to look through the web page anyway. As if this site would hold the clues to solving the murder case. Marcey scowled at herself before exiting out of the site.
A.N- Now that you have been introduced to all the characters who's your favorite? Least favorite?
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