A/N: Back to the wonderful Mort – for a while. And his story's really only just begun, but things can't get much worse.
Chapter Eight: A girl found
Clementine sat on the sofa, watching the TV, a bowl of ice-cream in her hand and bathrobe covering her. Mort comes down the stairs and kisses her on the cheek.
"How's the football going?" he asks, walking into the kitchen. Clementine shakes her head.
"It's over," she says, scooping ice-cream into her mouth.
"Oh, who won?" asks Mort.
"Can't remember," replies Clementine.
"Can't remember?" asks Mort, coming back through to the living room with ice-cream of his own.
"Ssh," Clementine hushes him. He's quiet, while Clementine listens to the end of the news.
"A girls body's been found in California, she's only eighteen, unidentified," she says, putting her spoon and bowl onto the coffee table.
"Oh." Mort wondered why he should be interested, and then felt a sympathetic pang. They sat in silence for a minute, until Mort thought Clementine had finished thinking about the dead girl. "Do you want to go out tonight?"
"Sure, where?"
"Movie, restaurant, museum," suggested Mort.
"Restaurant, much as I like museums there aren't too many round here, and there's no decent movies in the theatres at the minute," decided Clementine.
"Sure. You writing today?" asks Mort, Clementine cuddles up to him.
"Yeah, I suppose," she says. "You?"
"Yup, which is why I can't sit cuddling on the couch," says Mort, getting up, Clementine repositions herself as Mort wanders back up the stairs to the office balcony, sitting down at his laptop. Clementine, knowing she should do the same, goes into the bedroom with the thought of getting dressed, but comes back out a second later and sits at her own laptop in her bathrobe.
"What're you writing?" asks Mort.
"Romantic comedy," she replies, opening her saved document. "I figured that you write enough horror for both of us, so I'm trying something else."
"Cool."
"How are you getting on, another horror isn't it?" asks Clementine.
"Yup. They've just discovered that Levi's been killed, well, that Levi's died, they don't know yet if she was killed, Icing is still in Hollywood looking for Venice who's disappeared, so they're pretty seperated. Icing's going to come back but Venice isn't, she's my next victim," says Mort as he begins to type. Clementine sat for a while, her feet hunched up onto the chair, biting her nails, searching for some inspiration.
"Are they all gonna die?" she asks her husband.
"I think so, I was gonna leave one alive, but then I thought, nah," says Mort, "I'll kill them all, then finish with the murderer."
"Sounds good," Clementine replied as she began to type quickly into the laptop.