This is the 77th in a series of 365 Flash Fiction stories I’m writing. You can find out more about the challenge here.
Clean up, by Jonathan L. Lawrence, 16th February 2013
Word count: 590
“Your name is Constance Sorrows,” the police officer asked.
“For the second time, yes,” the young woman said.
“So what were you doing here?”
“Oh, I was just in the area… Looking for a cash machine,” she said cocking her head to one side and treating the police officer to a warm smile.
“Okay,” the officer said taking note, “Bit of a dangerous place to be looking. There’s one out on the main road, about for streets that way.”
“Thank you,” she said then hurried off leaving the scene of the crime.
Constance didn’t go to the cash machine, instead she found her car that had been parked a few streets away.
As she drove she looked back at the flashing lights of police and ambulances. Hopefully they’d never know who took out everyone at a drug deal.