The Thin Line of Love (part three) (The Cartoonist 3)

Recap- “The Cartoonist and his girl take a vacation/business trip to Miami and find a dead person in their hotel room and after some crack detective work the police accuse the Cartoonist of murder because of the Identity of the murder victim…His own Sister”



Gino has some explaining to do. I tell the Detective that I don’t have a sister. He doesn’t seem to believe me, but it doesn’t matter. He seems confident that I am lying. He pulls out a folder that contains copies of a message on Facebook from the victim. It seems that she was trying to message me about being my sister and wanted to meet up. Her name was Gina Fox. Personally, I can’t be sure she was my sister or not but with my father, anything is possible. After continuing to answer that I don’t know anything about her or her family connections I ask for a lawyer and wait in the interrogation room until the lawyer was able to have me released. Only took a few hours. I called Cidra to tell her what happened and that I will be back at the hotel in a little bit. My lawyer and me agreed with the detective that I can be available for any further questions regarding any knowledge about this woman. But in all honesty, I never knew anything about this. So far, my calls to Gino have been unanswered. I left a message. 

After leaving the station I call back Cidra to see if she is willing to have a late dinner. She agrees. Thank God for small miracles. Some quality time with my girl is the cure for all the stress that I just went through. We go to a small diner in the area to eat. We talk about the murder, and I tell her about the revelation about the victim being my sister. “I don’t know if I really believe it, Sugar. Just because someone says that they’re your sister does that make it so” I told her that I agree but I can’t be certain until Gino calls me back to let me know one way or the other. “I understand. So how much trouble are you in? Are they going to arrest you? Do you need a lawyer?” I told her not to worry. I had a public defender when I was arrested. Nice guy but I will contact my own lawyer first thing in the morning. This thing will blow over. At least I hope so. 

After dinner we head to this club called Disco Inferno. As you can tell by the name it plays disco music and looks like John Travolta’s wet dream. Cidra loves it, Me not much. Cidra knows the owner and was a frequent customer for years ever since she started during the convention circuits. Mark the bartender greets her warmly. Cidra introduces me. Nice guy although he seems disappointed that she introduces me as her boyfriend. I’m guessing they have a past together. Am I the jealous type? Not really. I trust Cidra. Mark not so much but there’s nothing I can do about but smile. Some small talk starts and then it comes out. “Did you hear about that girl that was found in that hotel? Crazy shit” I didn’t want it public knowledge that it was our room. Cidra knew this and didn’t want it out either, so she says “No I didn’t” in a tone that didn’t encourage continued conversation. But I guess Mark didn’t pick this up. 

He starts to talk about the hotel and what was discovered. He basically told us everything we already knew. We nodded him to death until he said the most surprising thing. “She was here last night” I nearly choked on my whiskey. I asked Are you sure? It’s the first thing I said in a while. ” Yes Of course, I’m sure. She was a pretty little thing. Couldn’t forget a chick like that” That “chick” could have been my sister, you dumb prick. But I didn’t say it because I didn’t want to give myself away. Cidra starts in and asks “What did she do while she was here?” He answered “Mostly drank. And talked…A lot. She was apparently found a long lost brother and she said someone told her that he was here”. This is started to make me very uncomfortable. Cidra noticed this and lead me to the dance floor. God bless her because she wanted to get this mess out of my head. It didn’t work but I love that she tried. After a while we decided to call it a night. As we were leaving we got a message from Jose from your original hotel to say that another room is available if we want it. Yes we want it. The substitute motel was ok but we paid for those rooms and we wanted our moneys worth. We quickly got our things from the motel and went there. 

Jose greeted us at the desk and told us that the hotel was sorry that your stay was interrupted. The manager will give us a discount and hopes this won’t stop us from staying here again. As he gives us our new keys, he gives some interesting information. “That girl who got killed was here earlier on that day. She asked about you, but I told her that I don’t give out that type of information. I took a message though” He handed me a note and it read:


I didn’t understand what this meant. Cidra was looking at me with concern. 

I definitely need call my lawyer. 

To be continued…

looks like John Travolta’s wet dream

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