Black Eye: Confessions of a Fake Psychic Detective #2 (Watty Winner)

“Daughter? But I didn’t think you had a daughter,” Captain Fred Dobrogost says from behind his desk at the drab offices of the Stevens Point Police Department.

Well, no shit, Sherlock.

Fred acts like Zandra shouldn’t be so worried, as if she needs a reminder about the head count of her blood relatives. He holds the photo of the mystery woman Zandra received in the mail to his face. Twists and turns it, pantomiming concern. There isn’t much to analyze. Her face is concealed behind a thick mane of hair as she digs inside a mailbox in the photo.

“That’s the point. I don’t have a daughter,” Zandra says and hacks into her sleeve. Her ankle might be feeling better after the surgery, but her lungs still secrete charcoal specks into her throat. It’s a smoother hack, though, now that she switched to brand name cigarettes.