Drabble prompt #39 "Hey! I was gonna eat that!" & #42 "I swear it was an accident."
Matthew makes his way to the kitchen, tossing the case file along with his hat on the table. Jean had phoned him earlier letting him know she had a late meeting, that he is on your own for dinner. Peering into the refrigerator he pulls out the last of the chook and some lettuce.
"This will do."
He grabs a plate out of the cupboard and begins cutting two thick slices of Jean's homemade bread. He meticulously puts togetherness a sandwich, thin slices of tomato, lettuce, chicken. It's a work of art and the rumble in his stomach agrees.
Matthew cleans up his mess before sitting down to eat while reading through the file. As he brings the sandwich towards his mouth the phone rings. He answers with a gruff that doesn't go unnoticed by the caller.
"Alright Bill. I'm on my way."
Matthew looks at his sandwich longingly before putting it in the refrigerator for later.
Jean makes her way into the quiet house. Seeing the file on the table she calls out, "Matthew, I'm home." When she gets no reply she slumps down at the table. "Must be out." Her exhaustion doesn't supersede her curiosity as she glances at the confidential file before her.
With her cuppa ready Jean decides she really should eat something. She opens the refrigerator to find a sandwich waiting for her. "Oh Matthew! How sweet of you?"
She sits back down, eating while she continues reading about the case. Intrigued by the clues, lost within the puzzle, Jean picks up a pencil and starts writing notes on the pages before her. Matthew's distinct tap of his cane has Jean quickly putting the file together. In her haste some tea spills on the file and the remains of the sandwich.
She is in a jumble getting a tea towel to clean her mess when Matthew rounds the corner. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"
Jean, frozen at being caught once again meddling in police business, "What?"
"My sandwich! I've been thinking about that for the last two hours."
"I'll make you another."
"There's no more chook left."
"Well, it was a bit dry anyway." She gives a quick grin before turning away from Matthew's glare.
"Bloody hell, Jean! You just can't help yourself?"
She turns to see Matthew holding up the marked up, wet stained file. "I swear it was an accident." His eyes bore into her. "Do you know who did it? Because I think I know."
He sits heavily, sighs in defeat. "Let me hear your take on this Detective Blake."
"I'll get you something to eat while I explain."