Mint Cookie Murder (2015)
Mint Cookie Murder
“The overhead lighting cast a depressing, gray glow over everything. I'd bet you'd never find the glamorous Angela here. It kind of made me hate her a little more.
"Yes," I said, my hands closing around the mini spy camera in my pocket. "I need to print some pictures." The kid, whose nametag improbably said Emmanuelle, seemed apprehensive. She turned and stared at the photo equipment for what seemed like several minutes.
"Huh. No one ever really does that anymore." The girl walked around behind ...a large contraption and rustled some papers. She then returned with a book. It was a manual for the machine.
"Do you know how to do that?" I asked.
Emmanuelle looked at me with glassy eyes and shrugged. Her mouth hung open the whole time. I wondered if she couldn't breathe with it closed.
"People usually just print pictures at home. If they print them at all," she said. Every word came out in monosyllable. Lobotomized sea cucumbers had more enthusiasm.
"Well, I don't have a printer," I said simply.MoreLess
"Yes," I said, my hands closing around the mini spy camera in my pocket. "I need to print some pictures." The kid, whose nametag improbably said Emmanuelle, seemed apprehensive. She turned and stared at the photo equipment for what seemed like several minutes.
"Huh. No one ever really does that anymore." The girl walked around behind ...a large contraption and rustled some papers. She then returned with a book. It was a manual for the machine.
"Do you know how to do that?" I asked.
Emmanuelle looked at me with glassy eyes and shrugged. Her mouth hung open the whole time. I wondered if she couldn't breathe with it closed.
"People usually just print pictures at home. If they print them at all," she said. Every word came out in monosyllable. Lobotomized sea cucumbers had more enthusiasm.
"Well, I don't have a printer," I said simply.MoreLess
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