|About Darn Time Too!
Author: BuffyPikeBike PM
"Who killed Daisy Carter?" That's the question on everyone's lips in Genoa City. Someone is going to go down for offing the witch but who will it be when seemingly everyone is a suspect! An ensemble piece.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Drama - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,364 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 05-09-13 - Published: 05-27-12 - id: 8156667
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About Damn Time Too!
This is an ensemble piece. What if Daisy finally got knocked off? Whodunit? This should have about 12 chapters. Reviews are love.
Phyllis Somers couldn't believe it. Daisy was dead. She was actually dead in the living room. For a moment all she could hear was a potent, eerie silence as she looked at the body lying cold and lifeless on the floor. And then she heard a loud cry from the back room. Lucy!
"I'm coming, Lucy," she cried out and stepped over the fallen body to run for the back room. She found Lucy standing up in her crib, big tears on her sweet baby face. She had obviously been woken up by Phyllis's arrival. But she had somehow slept through the struggle. And it was obvious to Phyllis there had been a struggle. Furniture was overturned and things were shredded. Phyllis wasn't even sure how Daisy had died but a big part of her was incredibly glad she was gone. She had been asking for it for so long. She had been Sheila's daughter in every way.
Phyllis reached for the baby without hesitation and pulled her up into her arms, cradling the wailing baby against her chest. "It's okay, Luce," she said though she felt things were far from okay. She rocked the baby gently until Lucy stopped crying a bit. She seemed to sense in her innocent way that things were never going to be the same again.
She then moved down the hall to Daisy's old room and settled onto the mattress with Lucy before reaching for the phone on the bedside table. She quickly dialed 911. The dispatcher answered and right away, Phyllis said, "I need to report a murder…"
The dispatcher asked Phyllis to stay on the line but she couldn't because Lucy was clutching at her shirt and crying hysterically anew. Phyllis had to comfort her somehow. She began rocking Lucy as if she was a newborn, rubbing her blondish hair and whispering "it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay" over and over again. Even if she wasn't so sure that it was actually true…
In the next ten minutes, she managed to soothe Lucy just as Ronan Malloy and his partner Marco-something walked through the bedroom door. "It's about time you got here," Phyllis barked hoarsely. "I want to get Lucy out of here but I need you to cover Daisy's body with a sheet or something or just move it. No baby should have to see that even if their mother was a rotten little –" She broke off, realizing she was raising her voice and scaring Lucy again.
"Look, can you let us go?" Phyllis said.
"I am afraid I can't let you go yet, Phyllis," Ronan said. He looked at her apologetically. "We have some questions for you."
Phyllis stood up and settled the baby on her hip. "You can drill me later, Ronan. For now, Lucy needs her lunch and to get away from this apartment that is full of death!"
"Phyllis," Ronan said, reaching out and touching her arm softly. "You can't go just yet. I am sorry but we have a lot of questions for you."
"I am not letting my granddaughter sit here in the same house her mom was murdered in."
"How do you know she was murdered?" Marco finally piped up, of course sounding suspicious. Phyllis rolled her eyes.
"It's fairly obvious. I came in here and everything was shredded to pieces … Plus Daisy had a lot of enemies. That is well-documented."
Marco and Ronan eyed each other. "Phyllis," Ronan began. "What are you doing here? Last I heard, Daisy had a restraining order keeping you away from her and Lucy."
"I came to see Daniel," Phyllis said with a shake of her head. It should have been obvious but the way they were looking at her … "Wait, wait, you're not accusing me –"
"We're not accusing you of anything," Ronan said. "We just have some questions."
"Oh please. I can tell that you're eyeing me like I'm a suspect right now. I am not stupid!" she practically spat and then lowered her voice as Lucy looked at her imploringly. "Look, please, Ronan –" she addressed her friend and former lover – "for the love of God, let me take my granddaughter away from her. I promise to turn her right over to my son." She thought of Daniel coming home and finding his wife dead on the floor. He might not have loved or even liked Daisy but he wouldn't want to see the mother of his child face down on the floor. Phyllis hadn't wanted to see it either though some big part of her was glad Daisy was dead.
"Phyllis, the restraining order –"
"Ronan, no offense, but screw the restraining order. You know me. You know I will protect Lucy until I can find Daniel."
"Where is Daniel?" Marco piped up. "Why isn't he here?"
"He has a job," Phyllis said pointedly.
"If you knew he was at work –"
Phyllis shook her head. "This is going nowhere. Let me out of here so I can head Daniel off at the pass. He shouldn't have to see Daisy dead on the floor. Neither should Lucy so please hide the body or something and let us out of here. If you have any further questions, call my lawyer – my sister, Avery."
She then walked out of the room and hollered down the hall, "Someone cover the body. Lady and a little baby coming!" She figured it was the only way to get people actually moving.
She shielded Lucy's eyes as an officer shook their head and covered the body with a white sheet. She then tucked the baby into her chest and then grabbed her purse and hurried out of the apartment, not looking back.
She was headed for the elevator as it slid open and none other than Lauren walked off, looking extremely flustered. Phyllis was afraid to ask why with so many ears perked up around her. She just said, "Daisy's dead." And she then leaned over and whispered in Lauren's ear, "Our nightmare is finally over."
Lauren covered her mouth and tears formed in her eyes. Not because she was at all sad that Daisy was gone but because they were finally free. Although looking at Lauren looking so wild-eyed, Phyllis wondered if it was possible that… Lauren did have a gun … Please don't let it have been Lauren, Phyllis thought. While whoever had done it deserved a medal, Phyllis did not want either of them going down for this. She didn't want anyone she cared about to be effected any longer by Daisy Carter.
They walked along the river, looking every which way, careful to try to blend in with the thick brush of trees around the water. Their hands and shirt were still crusted with blood and they felt sick but they had to dispose of the murder weapon. They had to dispose of the gun.
They looked around once more before tossing the gun into the water and hearing a small, resounding splash. They watched it sink below the surface of the water and they sighed in relief. Even if the cops found the gun they would find no finger prints. No those would be washed away. And since they had seeming no motive for the killing, they would never go down for this…