My name is Kaeli LeDoux. I am a college student enrolled at Full Sail University. I am in the process of my bachelor of fine arts in creative writing. I plan to continue for my masters. I am very outdoorsy. I love music. Writing is my passion and I am rarely found without a book in hand.
Roger sat on the secluded patio outside his motel room, waiting for the phone to ring. It wouldn’t take the cops long to narrow the suspect pool down to him. There aren’t many thieves with the skill, let alone the guts, to pull off a job like this. He had driven through the night, across state lines, to this out of the way motel where nobody would recognize or notice him. His knee bounced up and down as he waited for her to call.
“Rog, I’m here!” She said from the other side of the door.
“You were supposed to call first, Martha,” He said through grit teeth as he opened the door.
“Well I know how much you love surprise visits,” she said sarcastically, walking through the door. Martha was notorious for fencing stolen items. She looked over the colorless walls, striped bedding, and dark shag carpeting. “Well isn’t this homey.”
Roger led her toward the patio behind the wall of glass. They across from each other at a small round table, discussing business. “I need you to sell these diamonds,” Roger said, showing her a bag filled with precious stones.
“Jesus Christ, we’ll be set for life after this score!” She said happily, already deciding how to get the best price. “Where did you get them?”
“You know better than to ask that question.” Roger put the bag on the table. “How soon can you get rid of them?”
“What’s the rush, doll?” Martha asked reaching for the bag.
“My rush, is that it is only a matter of time before the police come looking for me and I intend to be long gone by then.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have them gone before the cops figure it out, sugar,” she said taking the bag from his hand. Martha had heard about the heist before roger called her. She had no intention of selling the diamonds, the reward the jeweler offered was much higher than whatever price she could fetch. Turning roger in wasn’t her first choice, but a girls got to look out for number one.
Roger led her to the door. “I called you because I can’t trust anyone with this.”
“You can trust me,” she said flashing a fake smile. As she walked out the bag felt heavier in her hand. She slid into her 1956 Chevrolet Bel Air and started the engine. The fifteen-minute drive to the precinct seemed to take only seconds.
“What can I do you for, doll?” A rookie at the reception desk asked.
“I need to speak to your captain,” She said calmly.
The kid walked away quickly and a few minutes later a pudgy balding man was walking toward Martha. “How may I help you?” the captain asked.
“I know who stole the diamonds from the jewelry store. I got them and came to turn them in,” she said nervously holding up the bag.
The captain ushered Martha into his office and took the bag. “How did you get these?”
“The man who stole them is named, Roger Jenkins. He gave them to me hoping I would find a way to sell them, but I decided to turn them in instead.”
“Where is he?”
“He is at the Bluebird Motel, room 215,” she said walking out.
Twenty minutes later the cops pulled into the motel parking lot and surrounded the place. Roger panicked and grabbed his gun. He put the barrel to his head and pulled the trigger as the door burst open.