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Storytime: ‘The Roswell Five Unite,’ part 2


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A science-fiction murder mystery

By Evelyne Martin

What happened before: A mysterious woman achieved to kill the father of 16-year-old Will Martinez and made it look like a hit-and-run accident — it hadn’t been her first attempt. While the family tries to move on, Will struggles with the loss of his father with whom he shared an affinity to tame even the wildest animals. Why was the father killed? What secrets are hiding behind the surface of the small town of Roswell, New Mexico?

Cooler weather finally arrived in Roswell, a sweet relief from the scorching summer heat. Maria was wincing when she looked at her younger sister Isabel. Isa was only two years younger than her, but at 17 she felt so much older, and Isa just didn’t get it that her “rags” were a horrible choice for a first day of school. “You are such a dork,” she told Isa who just rolled her eyes at her. “Don’t say that or I’ll steal, err, ‘borrow’ your favorite shirt tomorrow and …” Isa paused for the effect “… tomorrow is taco day with lots of salsa!”

“Don’t you dare! Now, hurry up. We have to pick up Will and Frenchy and I don’t want to be late,” Maria said and bumped her sister. “Aye, aye ma’am,” Isa said and grabbed her tie-dye poncho and phone. She smirked, “We don’t want to have Frenchy waiting for you.” Frenchy’s real name was Pierre, Pierre Guillaume Jones. He and his parents moved to Roswell 11 years ago from Canada. They had always wanted to go to Paris, France, but before they could do it, his mom became pregnant with him. So, instead of going to France they married and gave their son that weird French name. Isa loved to make fun of him because he had a crush on Maria. He was really handsome and smart she thought, but arrogant and he ignored her unless Maria was with her.

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Maria interrupted Isa’s thoughts when she turned around at the door and hollered, “Mama, we’re off!” “Wait, Maria,” her mom replied just as loud and came out of her office. She was an accountant and worked from home. “Do you have a full tank? Do you have enough water? Do you need money?” her mom rattled off without catching her breath. “Yes. Yes. No,” Maria replied before blowing her mom a kiss and running out after Isa.

Isa was already sitting in Maria’s car. The 1993 Ford Festiva was Maria’s pride and joy. She had saved every penny to pay the $775 that the used car dealer on Second Street asked for. She worked overtime cleaning cages at the local veterinarian, mowed lawns and did car washes. Her mom had bought her insurance for the first year. Since then, it was her job to have the insurance and gas money. Fortunately, she was friends with Will whom she knew from her work at the veterinarian, and Pierre who went to the same classes that she did. Maria didn’t remember who came up with the idea, but she became a private Uber-driver for both of them, driving to and from the school, to the movies and to their jobs. After a year, they became good friends, though it was a little awkward with Pierre. She caught herself grinning. She knew Pierre wanted to be her boyfriend (a girl knows the signs,) but she was not ready and he was still too goofy and immature.

They stopped at Pierre’s house, his parents were loaded and lived in one of the nicer homes near the pecan orchards west of town. She honked three times. “Get in the back, Isa,” Maria said. “We can’t be late today.” Instead of using the door, Isa climbed over the seat to get in the back, successfully managing to put her butt in her sister’s face. “Isa! Really!” She slapped the offensive butt and Isa tumbled into the back laughing.

“You’re in a good mood,” Pierre had opened the door and jumped in and the car went lopsided. “Careful,” Maria pointed to Pierre. “You are getting too heavy to abuse my car that way.”

“What do you mean?” Pierre asked. “This body is pure muscle. I am so not heavy.” Maria growled, “Are too — your ‘muscles’ weigh a ton.” Pierre snickered and flexed his arm. “Wanna touch?” “Get a room,” Isa stopped the banter effectively with her comment. “Close the door, Frenchy, so we can get Will.” Pierre turned to her, “Don’t call me that, I hate that stupid nickname.” “Well, live with it,” Isa said and raised an eyebrow. “I call you Pinky if I want.” Laughing good-naturedly, Pierre shut the door and put on his seatbelt.

Maria turned her blinker on and her car pulled into the street, puttering over the rough road, bouncing them around. “Did you hear anything about Will’s dad?” Maria asked Pierre. Pierre’s dad has been a cop for the last 10 years in Roswell and Pierre heard all kinds of things that they weren’t supposed to know. “Say it quick before we reach Will,” Isa said. “Do they have any new intel about Will’s killer?” Almost automatically Pierre said, “None of your business and it’s not killer but an alleged hit and run accident.”

Maria looked at him with a worried look. “You mean there is something new?” “Yes,” Pierre said looking at her. “They found the van.”

Neither Isa nor Maria could ask anything further, because they were pulling up to Will standing at the curb. Maria stopped the car in front of him and Pierre climbed out of the car and into the back seat. As soon as Will was in his seat, they drove on toward school. It would be a long day until they would find out more about the van from Pierre.

To be continued.

Evelyne Martin is originally from Toronto, Canada. As an Army brat, she said she traveled all over the world. In 2004, she finally settled down with her cocker spaniel and several horses on a small ranch between Albuquerque and Jemez Springs. Martin has worked for other authors as a copy editor and as a ghost-writer in England, Ireland and the U.S. This mystery story about five Roswell teenagers was inspired by her visits during the UFO Festival, which she never misses since she moved to New Mexico. For more information, visit her Facebook page @EvelyneMartinAuthor.

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