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Tamsin’s heart drummed frantically as she tore through her pack, her books, and the messy desk– where was it?!
Her cell phone vibrated under the newly redistributed debris.
Tammy answered it trying to disguise her breathless panic by swallowing hard.
“Well? I haven’t receive your fax yet. We’re on a deadline here!”
“Um… I was just about to but… but, I’ve temporarily mislaid it, Meredith.”
“WHAT?! You’re not playing us are you?! You KNOW that would be the biggest mistake of your life?”.
Meredith Kopit Levien was not happy. The CEO of the New York Times isn’t someone to mess with. Tamsin and she had talked, and adopted using first names, two weeks ago, right after the photograph was uncovered in her grandfather’s safe.
It was verified 100 % authentic by an FBI photo forensic team yesterday and today it was to run on the front page! How did it disappear?!
She’d kept it in her own safe since it was returned to her by a special agent last night.
IT WASN’T THERE NOW! Just the age worn empty envelope lay on her desk.
Tammy set down the phone still hearing Meredith’s screeching rant from across the room.
She picked up the envelope praying for a miracle reappearance of the priceless photo. She shook it violently! Only a few translucent ashes drifted to the floor.
A few weeks later, her car was found abandoned 500 miles away near an outlook over the ocean. A crumpled envelope was on the seat. It was marked… Grassy Knoll – Nov. 22, 1963 – SECOND SHOOTER
First Line Friday: March 12, 2021 | Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie (wordpress.com)