[ WP ] A woman investigates her husband 's murder ... while receiving insufferable vague help from his ghost .

`` I was at a Taco Bell when it happened,'' 
 his eerie voice came again, 
 jolting her out of a fitful sleep. 
 `` The man came up behind me..... 
 I had no way of knowing he had a gun...'' 
 
 She cursed loudly, 
 pounding her fist into the piles of notes and dossiers 
 scattered across his old office desk. 
 `` Ca n't you shut up for more than twenty minutes?!'' 
 she screamed at the air. 
 
 `` It all happened so fast... 
 I saw him as I fell to the floor...'' 
 his voice intoned, as if she'd said nothing at all. 
 `` He was wearing a ski mask... 
 If you follow the blue rabbit you will find him...'' 
 
 She dropped her head onto the desk and groaned. 
 The stupid blue rabbit was the only useful thing he'd said 
 since his death three weeks ago. 
 She had begun to solve his murder, naturally out of love, 
 but now just to shut him the f $ * % up 
 so she could finally get some sleep. 
 
 `` Follow the blue rabbit, my love...'' 
 `` I'll shove the m $ * % & * & # & $ blue rabbit up your ass,'' 
 she muttered. 
 
 Then her eyes caught something 
 on the edge of a notepad, 
 buried under the rubble of clues. 
 A scrawled doodle in blue pen. 
 She pulled it out: a tiny drawing of Bugs Bunny 
 giving her a big thumbs-up. 
 Under the doodle was an address. 
 
 Ten minutes later her red Volvo pulled onto the gravel driveway. 
 It was a huge warehouse just past city limits, 
 stinking of mildew and dying of old age. 
 Another car was there - her husband's Toyota. 
 She palmed a can of Mace 
 and stepped through the wide door. 
 
 `` Did you find the blue rabbit yet?!'' 
 her husband's voice suddenly burst out into the stillness. 
 She jumped backward instinctively 
 and shouted `` Do n't DO that!!!'' 
 It took a minute for her to calm down enough to continue. 
 `` And yes, for your information I found the stupid f**** rabbit. 
 I'm at some warehouse in the middle of podunk nowhere. 
 I saw your car outside. 
 What does this have to do with anything?'' 
 
 Her husband's voice was silent. 
 The inside of the warehouse was pitch black. 
 Then suddenly a single floodlight flipped on - 
 illuminating a figure in the center of the concrete floor, 
 gagged and tied to a chair, 
 wearing a ski mask. 
 
 She approached the figure cautiously. 
 It did n't seem to be moving. 
 She noticed a couple of Taco Bell wrappings 
 littered at the figure's feet. 
 
 She finally found her voice and said: 
 `` David?'' 
 
 `` YES!!!!!!'' came her husband's voice 
 from underneath the ski mask. 
 He ripped off the fake bindings, 
 stood up and pulled off the mask, 
 as balloons and confetti rained down from the ceiling. 
 He had a lapel mic clipped to his collar. 
 `` April Fools!'' he shouted with glee. 
 `` I ca n't believe you never found the mic! 
 It was on your necklace the whole time!'' 
 
 She took three steps forward 
 and punched him square in the face. 
 He staggered back onto the chair, 
 sputtering weak protests. 
 She whipped out the Mace and sprayed him until the bottle ran out, 
 and then turned and walked away 
 through the falling confetti and balloons. 
 
 `` Do n't you worry, David,'' she thought. 
 `` I'll get you next year.''
