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Write Ring Mystery-15 7/21/2007 9:35:17 PM
Ready to get to the bottom of the mystery, Jo finds herself in deeper than she could even imagine. I wondered what I should do. Who could I trust? I would like to trust Robin. He had been nice to me; in fact I wondered why he had chosen me to be nice too. I am being paranoid now, he has done nothing to make me not trust him ...but what if he is the one? The one that did what, I ask myself?
No one would expect me to go out again after what happened so now would probably be a good time to check out the woods. Grabbing up my slacks I pulled them on quickly and pulled a t-shirt over my head. No point bothering with my hair or makeup, I’m not going on a social call. Slipping on my tennis shoes I was ready to go. I wanted to move quietly and quickly and they would work better for that, better than walking shoes that is.
My heart was pounding and my hands felt clammy, they were cold as ice. I was probably making one huge mistake. If I were to ask I am sure anyone would say I was nuts to do this but I had to know. I opened the door a crack and peered out, looking both ways. No one around, that’s good. Stepping out into the hall and pulling the door to behind me I walked softly down the hall to the stairs. I heard voices from downstairs. Sounded like they were still in the study. That’s great; I can slip out the back unseen. I remembered one of the stairs squeaked, which one was it? Taking one step at a time I cringed with each one as I gingerly placed my foot down praying I wouldn’t make a sound and that no one would come into the entry. Two steps from the bottom I heard one of the men say he was turning in and saw his shadow moving toward the door, jumping down the last steps I scurried around the curve of the stair way and hid in the shadows.
Larry came into the hall and started up the stairs then apparently changed he mind and came back down and headed for the kitchen. I shrunk against the wall. He was close enough when he passed me I could smell the liquor on his breath. My knees were shaking, I thought sure he would see me. How could I explain lurking in the hall like this? He had me blocked from going out the back. I didn’t want him to catch me here; I would sneak into the dining room and wait for him to come out. Assuming he would come back down the hall I felt safe where I was by the kitchen door leading into the dining room. Leaning against the wall waiting I head him pouring liquid into a glass. Then someone else entered the kitchen. Their voices are low almost in a whisper, I can’t tell who it is, evidently they do not want to be heard. I think it is a man, sounds like they are arguing. I jumped as a glass fell and shattered on the tile floor. Someone cursed softly. I heard a thump and someone sweeping up the glass and heard it clatter into the garbage pail. The light went out. They had left the kitchen. I waited making sure the coast was clear. I pushed the door open and slipped into the room; it is pitch black in here. Standing still trying to get my bearings and remember how the kitchen is laid out I start walking across the room in the direction of the back door.
“Damn.” something tripped me causing me to fall face forward to the floor. Luckily I saved my head from hitting the tile but my arm and hand hurt like hell, I think a piece of that glass stuck in my hand.. I reached back to see what I had fallen over. I jerked my hand back, it was a warm body. I could feel a scream building in my throat, I put my hand to my mouth... lights came on overhead blinding me, I looked up to see Charles standing there staring first at me then at Larry sprawled on the floor under me as I hovered over him. Robin was looking over his shoulder.
“What the hell...?” Charles asked. I looked from them to Larry and my hands covered in blood. I felt myself sinking and everything went black.
