Front Deck: Mystery Short Story

by A.B Emrys

All day he watched his neighbor pack her car. From his second-floor deck, he'd spotted her carrying out a box and then a suitcase. She looked hung-over. Then she came back lugging a printer box. He used his binoculars. Not a cheap printer. The car itself wasn't that old. You could get maybe ten grand for it. She brought down another suitcase and rearranged cargo space again.