Stuck

There had been many theories about how she had been murdered but none had really stuck. Gillian had a dead body on her hands, and people wanting answers she didn’t have.

The evidence was confusing and there were no eyewitnesses. Suspects littered the board, but none stood out.

Another Monday had rolled around. Another team briefing. Being the boss meant she was dishing the jobs out. She’d ran out of jobs; her ideas pool was barren. Gillian looked from one face to another and hoped that maybe one of them would think of something she had overlooked.