Title: Game, Set, Murder
Carlos Vega opened his apartment door, tossed his keys onto a black wooden table beside the door and dropped his overnight bag on the floor. He bristled with excitement. His trip to Los Angeles had proven to be more fruitful than he could have imagined. He itched to call Kate to tell her, but she’d never take his call.
He crossed the room to his computer desk, depositing his briefcase on the dark leather sofa as he went. The answering machine, nearly lost among the jumble of file folders on his desk, blinked at him. Maybe Kate had decided to forgive him or, at least, give him a chance to explain. Maybe she even missed him.
Before listening to the messages, he scrolled through the caller ID screen of the telephone. None of Kate’s numbers appeared. He ignored the messages and picked up the telephone’s receiver. He dialed the number from memory.
The answering machine picked up and Kate’s voice came through announcing that she was unable to answer and asking him to leave a message. He waited for the beep.
“Kate, it’s Carlos. Call me.”
She wouldn’t call him.
“It’s urgent. I have new information about your mother’s case.”
She wanted nothing to do with him.
“Whoever takes over the case, will want this information. Please, call me.”
He hung up the telephone. She wouldn’t call him. As soon as she heard his name, she’d erase the message.