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sustained a serious head injury during the process of taking
our case witness. If you know anyone who fits this
description, I ask you to call 555-978-3746 as soon as
possible. Please do not confront anyone you think fits this
description. Remember, this person is a killer. Thank you all
for your time.
Detective can you tell us if the witness is Katherine
M. Potts, the owner of the floral shop that burned several
weeks ago?
He locked eyes with the reporter, as his skin tingled
with alertness. I'm sorry but I can't discuss any other
information from the case file at this time.
He looked down at his ringing cellular phone as he
walked down the steps and toward the car. He took a deep
breath. It was one of two people, and chances were that Dell
would call from his cellular phone. Yes, sir?
Have you lost your damn mind? His captain ground
out. You'll start more mob hunts than we could break up
with three times the officers that we actually have on duty.
If we don't do something, we're going to have two
more dead women on our hands, McCord spouted.
And I suppose, the fact that your girlfriend is one of
those women has nothing to do with it?
Oh, yes, sir, it has everything to do with it. His voice
was clear and confident. And if he hurts her, you have my
word, I'll rip his guts out and shove them down his throat.
Get your ass back to the station. I need to have the
dayshift report in; the phones are lit up like Christmas
trees.
A bright smile swept across his face. On my way, sir.
~ * ~
Marisa's hands found the trunk at the corner of the
small room and she pushed it to the area she believed was
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below the door. She lifted it onto its end and hoped like heck
that ceiling was ten feet and not twelve. She made her way
back to the corner and scooted the box of quilts toward the
trunk. Carefully, she lifted the box onto the trunk in the
blackness and measuring by her body height she guessed
the stack was at least five feet tall. She returned again, then
again until the old school desks sat firmly against the trunk
to brace it. Can you help me with the magazines?
Sure, Sally replied, but her tone suggested that she
didn't have much faith in Marisa's intentions. What have you
come up with?
Well, I'm 5'9 so I won't need a lot of lift if it's a ten
foot ceiling. I turned the trunk on end. Then I put the quilt
box on top of it. I took each of the desks and braced the
sides of the trunk. Now I'm going to put the magazines in
the desks to give them some weight.
Sally began to cry. My God, you're brilliant.
Hardly. Marisa looked toward Sally's weak voice but
only found darkness. Let's just say invention was the
product of desperation in my life until I turned ten.
Why? Sally asked as she gave a painful grunt and
fumbled blindly to find the desk pockets.
My parents were always too drunk or high to care if I
ate, Marisa explained. When you're hungry, you learn to
climb to where the food is.
Well, I'm not glad that you went through that, but
I'm proud you retained the knowledge. How old are you,
Marisa?
Twenty four, She said, My birthday is next month.
I'm twenty six. I just got married four months ago.
Congratulations. Marisa took a deep breath. If you
don't mind, brace the trunk all you can.
Here. Sally reached for Marisa. Use my hand.
Thank you.
Marisa felt like she was climbing into a dark hole not
knowing what was inside. The dark hole however, had to be
better than what was waiting for her where she was. The
trunk wobbled, but it wasn't any worse than it had been to
balance on the back of a chair to get the crackers from the
cabinet when she was seven. I can reach it.
Great, just great, Sally shot back.
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The bad news is that I can't feel the door. Marisa
puffed. We'll have to try again.
Here, take my hand, Sally said. Maybe I can help
you find the right spot.
Good idea. Marisa said fumbling in the darkness
back onto the floor.
Sally moved away and Marisa heard as the woman slid
her back down the wall and took a seat. What are you
doing? We have to get out of here before he comes back.
I know. Sally moved again. That's where I always
sit. I had to find my way from there.
Marisa pressed her lips firmly together and gave her
head a gentle shake. I'm sorry, Sally. I know this has been
awful for you.
It's, okay. I did all this stuff when he first left me
here. I thought you might succeed if I helped.
Thank you.
Here. Sally called a few feet away. This is close. The
sun always rises close to where I'm standing.
Marisa grunted and strained against the trunk, boxes
and desks. She'd wasted valuable time getting the location
wrong. She had to do it right this time.
Taking Sally's hand once again she steadied her tall
frame atop the quilt box and reached up. I feel it. Good
description Sally, we're dead center of the door.
That's great it took me two hours to find it the first
time, Sally admitted. And my stacking plan wasn't quite as
sensible as yours.
It's only sensible if it works. Marisa pushed on the
door with a loud grunt. You were right, it's locked.
Now what?
Let me think just a minute, Marisa said.
Silence filled the room and Marisa wasn't sure if it was
because Sally was giving her time to think or if Sally had an
idea of her own.
Maybe we could break the top off the desk, Sally
suggested. Could you hit hard enough with it to break
though?
It's worth a try. Marisa squatted carefully, relieving
the stress of standing on jello-like legs. I'm coming down.
Here. Sally placed a warm hand on Marisa's leg.
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Take my hand.
Okay, let's see if we can do this, Marisa said with a
hopeful voice.
They pulled and grunted and finally Marisa flew across
the room with the desk top in her hand. The fear was evident
in Sally's voice as she asked about Marisa. The soft painful
voice that flowed from Marisa's lips was evident that the only
thing broken was her pride and maybe her butt bone. Back
atop the stack, Marisa took a deep breath. Now would be an
excellent time to pray.
I have been, Sally said firmly. In fact, I think I'm
the reason you're here.
How so? Marisa grunted as she hit the plank with the
edge of the board.
I prayed that God would send someone to get me
out.
Marisa bit her lip and gave Sally's words some
thought. There were many times that she'd prayed for God
to send someone to get her out of her parent's house. Then
along came Aunt Clara. I can't believe that I would be the
answer for that prayer. God has awesome resources at his
disposal. He doesn't need to use someone like me.
Blow after blow Marisa hammered the door, but it
seemed hopeless. She felt like she'd ran five miles and she
was yet to make a single step toward success. She took a
deep breath and heaved with all her might; there was no
time to waste. The board moved. The sound of nails stripping
filled the cold dark air.
Oh my God, you did it. Sally laughed. You did it!
Again and again she pounded until the board flew free.
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sustained a serious head injury during the process of taking
our case witness. If you know anyone who fits this
description, I ask you to call 555-978-3746 as soon as
possible. Please do not confront anyone you think fits this
description. Remember, this person is a killer. Thank you all
for your time.
Detective can you tell us if the witness is Katherine
M. Potts, the owner of the floral shop that burned several
weeks ago?
He locked eyes with the reporter, as his skin tingled
with alertness. I'm sorry but I can't discuss any other
information from the case file at this time.
He looked down at his ringing cellular phone as he
walked down the steps and toward the car. He took a deep
breath. It was one of two people, and chances were that Dell
would call from his cellular phone. Yes, sir?
Have you lost your damn mind? His captain ground
out. You'll start more mob hunts than we could break up
with three times the officers that we actually have on duty.
If we don't do something, we're going to have two
more dead women on our hands, McCord spouted.
And I suppose, the fact that your girlfriend is one of
those women has nothing to do with it?
Oh, yes, sir, it has everything to do with it. His voice
was clear and confident. And if he hurts her, you have my
word, I'll rip his guts out and shove them down his throat.
Get your ass back to the station. I need to have the
dayshift report in; the phones are lit up like Christmas
trees.
A bright smile swept across his face. On my way, sir.
~ * ~
Marisa's hands found the trunk at the corner of the
small room and she pushed it to the area she believed was
132
below the door. She lifted it onto its end and hoped like heck
that ceiling was ten feet and not twelve. She made her way
back to the corner and scooted the box of quilts toward the
trunk. Carefully, she lifted the box onto the trunk in the
blackness and measuring by her body height she guessed
the stack was at least five feet tall. She returned again, then
again until the old school desks sat firmly against the trunk
to brace it. Can you help me with the magazines?
Sure, Sally replied, but her tone suggested that she
didn't have much faith in Marisa's intentions. What have you
come up with?
Well, I'm 5'9 so I won't need a lot of lift if it's a ten
foot ceiling. I turned the trunk on end. Then I put the quilt
box on top of it. I took each of the desks and braced the
sides of the trunk. Now I'm going to put the magazines in
the desks to give them some weight.
Sally began to cry. My God, you're brilliant.
Hardly. Marisa looked toward Sally's weak voice but
only found darkness. Let's just say invention was the
product of desperation in my life until I turned ten.
Why? Sally asked as she gave a painful grunt and
fumbled blindly to find the desk pockets.
My parents were always too drunk or high to care if I
ate, Marisa explained. When you're hungry, you learn to
climb to where the food is.
Well, I'm not glad that you went through that, but
I'm proud you retained the knowledge. How old are you,
Marisa?
Twenty four, She said, My birthday is next month.
I'm twenty six. I just got married four months ago.
Congratulations. Marisa took a deep breath. If you
don't mind, brace the trunk all you can.
Here. Sally reached for Marisa. Use my hand.
Thank you.
Marisa felt like she was climbing into a dark hole not
knowing what was inside. The dark hole however, had to be
better than what was waiting for her where she was. The
trunk wobbled, but it wasn't any worse than it had been to
balance on the back of a chair to get the crackers from the
cabinet when she was seven. I can reach it.
Great, just great, Sally shot back.
133
The bad news is that I can't feel the door. Marisa
puffed. We'll have to try again.
Here, take my hand, Sally said. Maybe I can help
you find the right spot.
Good idea. Marisa said fumbling in the darkness
back onto the floor.
Sally moved away and Marisa heard as the woman slid
her back down the wall and took a seat. What are you
doing? We have to get out of here before he comes back.
I know. Sally moved again. That's where I always
sit. I had to find my way from there.
Marisa pressed her lips firmly together and gave her
head a gentle shake. I'm sorry, Sally. I know this has been
awful for you.
It's, okay. I did all this stuff when he first left me
here. I thought you might succeed if I helped.
Thank you.
Here. Sally called a few feet away. This is close. The
sun always rises close to where I'm standing.
Marisa grunted and strained against the trunk, boxes
and desks. She'd wasted valuable time getting the location
wrong. She had to do it right this time.
Taking Sally's hand once again she steadied her tall
frame atop the quilt box and reached up. I feel it. Good
description Sally, we're dead center of the door.
That's great it took me two hours to find it the first
time, Sally admitted. And my stacking plan wasn't quite as
sensible as yours.
It's only sensible if it works. Marisa pushed on the
door with a loud grunt. You were right, it's locked.
Now what?
Let me think just a minute, Marisa said.
Silence filled the room and Marisa wasn't sure if it was
because Sally was giving her time to think or if Sally had an
idea of her own.
Maybe we could break the top off the desk, Sally
suggested. Could you hit hard enough with it to break
though?
It's worth a try. Marisa squatted carefully, relieving
the stress of standing on jello-like legs. I'm coming down.
Here. Sally placed a warm hand on Marisa's leg.
134
Take my hand.
Okay, let's see if we can do this, Marisa said with a
hopeful voice.
They pulled and grunted and finally Marisa flew across
the room with the desk top in her hand. The fear was evident
in Sally's voice as she asked about Marisa. The soft painful
voice that flowed from Marisa's lips was evident that the only
thing broken was her pride and maybe her butt bone. Back
atop the stack, Marisa took a deep breath. Now would be an
excellent time to pray.
I have been, Sally said firmly. In fact, I think I'm
the reason you're here.
How so? Marisa grunted as she hit the plank with the
edge of the board.
I prayed that God would send someone to get me
out.
Marisa bit her lip and gave Sally's words some
thought. There were many times that she'd prayed for God
to send someone to get her out of her parent's house. Then
along came Aunt Clara. I can't believe that I would be the
answer for that prayer. God has awesome resources at his
disposal. He doesn't need to use someone like me.
Blow after blow Marisa hammered the door, but it
seemed hopeless. She felt like she'd ran five miles and she
was yet to make a single step toward success. She took a
deep breath and heaved with all her might; there was no
time to waste. The board moved. The sound of nails stripping
filled the cold dark air.
Oh my God, you did it. Sally laughed. You did it!
Again and again she pounded until the board flew free.
With long arms she reached out, knocking away some type [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]