Reporters and Secrets

Havermouth, Present Time

“Oh my god, what happened?” June exclaimed from the front door.

Aislen looked up from scrubbing red paint off the hallway wall. “Looks like blood, doesn’t it?” She said with false cheer. “I’m like a murderer hiding my crime. Except, it wasn’t my crime. Or, at least,” she amended. “I wasn’t the one with the spray paint. I did f-k the Triquetra, though, so I guess I did the crime. Still do the crime occasionally, it seems,” she added to herself.

“Who did this?” June was horrified.

“A good question,” Aislen dropped the scrubbing brush into the bucket of water and peeled off her gloves. “Someone who doesn’t want me to sell the house because who the f-k is going to buy a place which looks like a murder scene?”

“Wow,” June looked through the open door into the master bedroom. “Just, wow.”

“Playroom,” Aislen told her with a mischievous grin. “The bed’s designed for a lot of play.”

“I’m not sure I even understand what you mean by that,” June admitted walking in and tr