Trouble

Heather sat at the kitchen table. She was about to take a sip of her coffee when the phone rang, the shrill sound startling her. With a sigh, she set the cup down and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" she answered, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Mrs. Heather Kray?" The voice on the other end was official, clipped.

"It's Heather Mills now," she corrected, her heart beginning to race.

"This is Detective Fred Monroe from the police department. We wanted to ask you a few questions regarding your ex-husband, Ronald Kray."

Heather's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't heard that name in years, and she had hoped she never would again. "I haven't seen him since the divorce," she managed to say, her voice tight.