My take on Fandango’s Story Starter
When Frank turned the TV that night and saw the lead story on the late news, he knew that he was close to being found out. They had found her body, that much he knew would happen. It wasn’t like he buried it deep underground. Part of him wanted to be found out. But he had made a mistake by leaving something of him behind.
His ring, must have been caught in the threads of her clothes. It wasn’t anything special, but if the inscription could be traced to the jeweller. He watched many a TV show, where all it took was a strand of DNA and the killer was caught.
Frank told himself he was overthinking things.
He had paid in cash, and nobody knew him there, but then again the shop keeper had seen his face. Perhaps he would draw a photofit of his face, and then the next step would be prison.
His police issue badge stuck to his chest, he turned off the television.