Mystery, Short Story

Reparations

Written for Muse on Monday where David
asks us to write a story about the Christmas
holidays where the conflict is something
different from a normal holiday story.

Here’s were the prompt took me.

Image by Me & Leonardo

Christmas Eve and Detective Maggie O’Brien should have been home; instead, she was staring at the evidence board. Six break-ins this month. Same MO: elderly victims, daytime entries, nothing stolen.

Nothing stolen. That was the problem.

Mrs. Flagler called again. “He came back! Fixed my leaking faucet this time!”

Maggie drove to the latest scene. Mr. Patel answered, confused. “I was going to call you. Someone broke in yesterday.”

“What did they take?”

“Nothing. But my furnace …. it’s working again. Been broken for weeks.”

Maggie checked the basement. Professional repair work. She found a business card wedged behind the furnace: Davidson Home Repair – Closed Due to Illness.

Two hours later, she knocked on James Davidson’s door. The elderly man answered, oxygen tank beside him.

“Emphysema,” he said quietly. “Six months ago, I had to close my business. Forty years of helping people, and I’m useless now.”

“Breaking and entering is still illegal, Mr. Davidson.”

“I know.” He smiled. “But I can’t fix anything anymore, Detective. Except maybe one last Christmas.”

Maggie looked at her handcuffs, then pictured all Davidson’s “victims.” She put the cuffs away.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Davidson.”

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35 thoughts on “Reparations”

  1. What an excellent story, it reminds me of something my Mom said that if someone ever broke into our house they would leave money. I grew up quite poor but never realizing it until much, much later.

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