Free Mystery: Missing Rita: (Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Suspense Thriller Mystery) by James Kipling Page A

while.”
    “Since my wedding day.”
    “Oh yes,” Tracy nodded slightly. “You mean since I warned you about marrying my sister, the Wicked Witch of the West.”
    “Yes, since then.”
    They both stared at each other for a minute longer before Tracy broke the awkward silence.
    “I heard about the body disappearing from the morgue,” she started. “That must be hard on you.”
    “It is.”
    “How are the kids holding up?”
    “You mean your nephew and niece who you never bothered to identify with? They are devastated.”
    “What will happen if the police will not be able to find the body?” Tracy asked and decided to totally ignore what Ryan had just pointed out.
    “We will arrange a memorial service for her and move on with life.”
    “What if the body turns up after the memorial service? What will you do then?”
    “I hadn’t thought of that,” Ryan answered and walked over to the living room sofa where his glass of scotch was. He took a seat and gave Tracy a glare and waited for her to say her next words.
    “The police have been asking questions.”
    “Have you been answering them?”
    “Mostly,” Tracy said and looked around the room. “Can I have some of that, too?”
    “Sure.”
    He got up from his seat and walked over to the kitchen. He was back shortly holding a glass of scotch which he handed to Tracy.
    “Thank you.”
    She took the glass of scotch from him and sat on the same living room sofa that Ryan was justusing.
    “So how long have you been like this?”
    “Like what?”
    “How long has this pity party been going on for?”
    “Quite sometime.”
    “Can I ask why?”
    Ryan looked in Tracy’s direction with a confused look on his face. He was not sure what she meant and he simply raised his eyebrows at the question.
    “What do you mean?”
    “Why on earth are you mourning for that wicked witch?”       
    “That wicked witch, Tracy, was the mother of my two very beautiful kids.”
    “Now I get it,” Tracy let out a sarcastic chuckle before going on. “You mourn because somewhere in the pit of your stomach, you pray that neither of your kids got Rita’s wicked fiber.”
    Ryan took a moment to decide whether or not he should take offence at the statement but simmered on the words before taking another sip from his glass. He saw the sense in it and did not comment on Tracy’s words. He however turned his attention to her and gave her a searching look.
    “Why are you here?”
    “You know why I am here.”
    “No, Tracy, I don’t.”
    Tracy moved closer to him and formed a half-seductive smile showing her stained teeth. Ryan could not help but notice how much she had changed – she looked older, tired and far less attractive than he remembered her.
    “Can I ask you something, Tracy?”
    “Shoot.”
    “What happened to you?”
    “What the hell do you mean?”
    “You look different, totally beat down, not the Tracy I remember. You look tired and resigned.”
    “I know.”
    “Then what happened to you?”
    “A lot.Life,” Tracy answered before moving closer to Ryan and letting her hand rest on his left thigh. She waited for him to react and push it off but Ryan did nothing about it. She then proceeded to stroke his thigh, her hand running up and down it in a simple rhythm and Ryan still did not react. She looked him straight in the eye and moved closer to him. She let her lips touch his and loved how she could feel him breathe in and out. There was still no reaction from him and she decided not to move from her position.
    Ryan out of nowhere grabbed her and pinned her down on her back; he then went on to plant a kiss on her waiting lips as his hands travelled over her body. He cupped her sloppy breasts in his hands as he went to kiss her; he pulled back for a few seconds before nibbling on her neck as his other hand travelled down to her pelvic region and spread her legs apart.
    “Ryan, I have missed you,” Tracy mourned.
    These words that escaped her mouth had