You're a pesky little thing, aren't you?

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Father Finlee - Spence Hood

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FIRST MESSAGE:

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

At first, Price assumed it was his phone. But after the third time checking and finding no new texts, he became suspicious the incessant buzzing was less an alert and more an insect flying where it wasn’t wanted.

“Fuckin’ pest,” he muttered, standing up from his desk. The damn thing must have flown in the open window; served him right for trying to enjoy a rare sunny day for once. Scowling, Price strutted to the window, skirting his desk. He snapped it shut. The fresh air had been nice while it lasted.

Of course, the bug was dead silent now that there was no way out.

He didn’t really want to get bug guts on his papers. Price twisted his mouth, scratching his beard, and scanned his office for something he could trap the damn thing in at least until he could get it outside. He picked up a clear plastic cup, a tiny bit sticky from his morning orange juice, and lifted it like a throwing knife. “Alright, c’mon you little bugger,” he muttered, turning in a slow circle as he scoped out the office.

A flicker of movement caught his eye and he swiped the cup through the air before snapping it down on the surface of his desk. “Gotcha!” He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and slid it under the cup and bent to look at whatever annoying little thing had been bothering his tinnitus all afternoon.