Mary Maloney Alternate Ending

The bright fluorescent lights of the store shone, Mary Maloney skipped in. How are you Mary? Mary bouncingly asked for peas and potatoes. Leaning over the counter, asking for her vegetables. What a husband he must be sending his wife here for some veges at this time?. With her frozen lamb she would cook for Maloney- what a rush and hassle, her high pitch voice, and bright smile in my face a childlike simplicity. How about afterwards? , yes a cheesecake, I know he likes that. She smiled and left. Thank you, Sam. How lively she was tonight usually tranquil, briskly fading into the distance.
Ring, Ring who’s speaking... Be right over. Quickly getting into the car driving over. Mrs Maloney opened the door. Kneeling down I could see Patrick was dead, congealed blood on the head, this was a harsh murder. Ring, Ring; A murder scene at the residence of Patrick Maloney fellow detective emergency please come. “It must have been a big weapon, as hard as steel”. The fingerprints were foggy, said Joe it was watery, how odd. In the corner of my eye I could see Mrs Maloney sitting, staring. “Do you mind repeating the story, please maam. All this happened in one
She was sitting their staring blankly out of this world looking everywhere yet nowhere. The awkwardness building up I took my chance to nip out, into the kitchen and yes her oven was on. The scent filled the room. There was a nice, big, huge leg of lamb, sitting contentedly in the oven. Drawing one’s eyes to it, the whole house smelled of it yet she obviously did not remember. I would say cooked though. This murder scene had occurred in the time of that one lamb cooking. Ha, if it had its old eyes and could see outwards from that little screen maybe it could unravel the murderer. I bet a murderer would smell that, probably stepped into this room. Oh little lamb you must taste of murder, cooking in its midst. I slipped back into the parlour. “About that lamb, yes it’s still