kiss with a fist (on hold)

interrogation

 Marta's blue car was driving along the worn concrete road to the Thrombey mansion, passing an elephant statue. She bites her lip in exasperation, a lot of things on her mind. She parks on the gravel driveway and looks to the mansion, not noticing the other cars parked as well.

She exits her car, placing one hand on the top of the door, ready to close it, "Hey! Excuse me ma'am! You with the help?"

"Hey!" an equally exasperated Meg Thrombey calls , walking in Marta's direction, "Her name's Marta, she was grandad's nurse. She's with us." She looked at the officers, anger evident in her eyes, "The help?"

"It's okay, I'm sorry."

"No, it's not okay. What the hell?" she sighs and looks at Marta, her eyes glossy, "Aw." she said while hugging her. They let go and start walking to the house, the sound of police chatter turning into a white noise. Meg takes a hit of her vape, "How are you doing?"

She exhales it behind her, and looks at Marta, "Not very good. Alone." They stop two steps up the stairs, her eyes glossy again, "Lots of tears and not knowing what to do next," she wipes her stray tears away.

"Marta." she looks up, "Anything you need... you're part of this family."

She nods, looking down, "Thank you."

The crisp and clean cut Linda Drysdale, the eldest of Harlan's children, opens the door, her usual black specs, and in a statement hot pink pantsuit, to greet Marta, "How you doing kiddo?" she asks while giving her a well needed hug, "Linda." she answered

"How are you?" she asks while Linda's husband says, "Holy shit" over the phone, obviously pissed at someone.

Linda exhales, throwing her hands up somewhat, "You know, the funeral helped, I guess, just seeing him. I thought you should have been there. I was outvoted." she said, doing a little gesture.

"Get arrested! Die up your own ass for all I care!" Richard's voice was prominent now.

"Richard." Linda said looking at him.

Richard looks at her, then walks up to the two of them, "He's not coming!" Richard looked at Marta, "Ransom." he specified, "The little shit. Missed the funeral."

"Excuse me." a flutey male voice said, "We're ready for you now. We'd like to see you one at a time."

Linda checked her watch, and raised her hand, "Alright, I'll go first." she hits Richard's chest lightly, 'I'm assuming this will all be wrapped up before the memorial tonight."

"We'll do our best ma'am." the man answered

Richard sighed, and took out his phone, "So, how you doing kiddo?" he asked, clearly not interested.