Trying a New Meme: Fiction Friday

This Week’s Theme: Conspinkey

Detective Moss burned a whole in the note with her stare. What could it mean? She took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind. Recalling all the conversations she'd had with Lilo over the last month, she could not remember any occasion where he'd used the word "conspinkey".

She didn't find it in the dictionary. It wasn't a local bar or business; she'd called information and gotten nowhere. But it meant something, and something important. Lilo risked his life to get it to her and it had likely gotten him killed. She still couldn't believe Homicide had rolled to his apartment this morning. Poor Lilo. He was a con, but a pretty harmless one. She'd liked him more than any other informant thus far.

Wait a minute. "Con", conspinkey...conspinkey? Maybe Lilo was just a bad speller. After all, he must have had only seconds to scrawl something on the back of her business card. It was a longshot, but one the detective could not ignore. Moss immediately left headquarters for County. She had a sudden interest in examining a certain prisoner's pinkie finger.

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