Things are going from bad to worse. First, Kirk Nunne, chef of Barr Nunne Catering, finds their fish supplier injured & dying at his shop. Later, after a huge wedding dinner, Kirk and his wife, Drea, arrive home to find their apartment has been ransacked.
Furniture was overturned, their cushions slashed open. Priceless heirlooms and other irreplaceable items were crushed and broken. Drea burst into tears. Kirk’s first impulse was to dash forward, but Drea caught his arm.
“We should call the police.” As always, Drea was the voice of reason.
Nodding helplessly, Kirk followed her downstairs. She made the call and they waited in their car for the police to arrive.
“You’re having a busy day,” the responding officer said. “Didn’t you make a call this morning too?”
“Yeah,” Kirk answered absently.
They gave the police their information and answered their questions.
“Where were you when this happened?”
“St. Andrew’s Church,” Drea replied. “Before that, we were at the shop.”
“Do you think this is related to the incident this morning?” The police officer asked them.
Kirk was worried, so he snapped more than he intended. The cop looked offended. Drea clutched his arm warningly.
“Sorry. Yes, I really do. I drove the company vehicle to the market. We’re in the phone book. It wouldn’t take a genius to find us.”
“Do you have somewhere else to stay tonight?”
“Yes,” Kirk replied. “We’ll go to a hotel. We can’t disturb our co-workers at this hour.”
“No family around?”
“None,” Kirk replied rather quickly. “Both only children and our parents are dead. It’s just us, I’m afraid.”
“Well, good luck to you. You can go now. My crime scene guys will put security locks on the door when they leave and I’ll have officers posted here. Did you notice if anything was taken?”
“No. We didn’t stay in there all that long.”
“You can go through it more carefully tomorrow and see if anything is missing. If we take anything for evidence, I’ll give you a receipt and detailed list.”
“Thank you. We’ll keep in touch. We have your card.”
Sad and discouraged, Kirk and Drea headed to the nearest hotel. In their room, they got showers and fell into bed, exhausted.
“I can’t think of a time I’ve been so tired,” Drea sighed, curling up next to Kirk.
“Me either. What a day, huh?”
“I hope we never have another like it. What do you suppose they were looking for?” She asked.
“Where? At Jay’s or our place?”
“Who knows? It’s not like we were Jay’s best pals or anything.” He shrugged slightly, snuggling closer to his wife.
“Do you suppose they think we took something from him or from his shop?”
“Could be. If I interrupted whatever was going on before they got whatever it was they wanted…. Maybe they think I took whatever it is?”
“That’s the vaguest statement you’ve ever said.” Drea kissed him. “Goodnight, my love.”
They snuggled close to one another and fell asleep.