Daily flash contest entry
|“Is anything missing?” the officer said through his breathing mask.
“I don’t know yet,” Jenna said. “I don’t even know how this happened.”
She looked around at that room that had been ransacked. Pictures torn from the walls, desk emptied, the floor was covered in papers and detritus.
“I didn’t even leave the house,” she said, pulling her bathrobe tighter. “How would they know when to come?”
“I hate to say it, ma’am, but are you on social media?”
“Well, yes, I post to Facebook and Instagram all the time. With the shelter in place order, it’s the only way I get to socialize.”
“They may have been monitoring you. Is there any reason they would do that?”
“I can’t think of one. I work for a pharmaceutical company…” a look of terror crossed her face. “Oh no.”
She ran to the bedroom, the officer following close behind.
She opened her closet, shoved clothes out of the way revealing a small keypad. She punched in some numbers and a door slid open.
She entered the small room that was filled with test tubes, notebooks, and chemicals boiling in beakers.
This room was also in shambles, but most of the chemicals had been undisturbed. She rifled through some papers then unlocked a wall safe.
“No,” she whispered. “I was almost done. All it needed was a few more tests.”
She crumbled to the floor and began to sob.
“Ma’am, are you all right?” the officer said.
“No, I’m not.”
“What is it? What did they take?”
She took a few cleansing breaths and composed herself.
“You mean the cure to…?”