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something wet, splattering blood everywhere. The big cat met my gaze once more then bounded out the door, leaving me stunned and alone with a dead man on my floor.
I began to shake uncontrollably as the night’s events slowly sank in. I didn’t even consider whether Hank would return and to finish me off as my mind began to slip into shock.
I heard a moan from the other side of the couch but was too afraid to look, terrified that if I was wrong, I’d be looking at a dead body. Had I been feeling normal, I would have easily been able to sense the presence of another person. Instead, I felt completely numb. My joints stiffened as I forced them to move, robotically crawling to see if the man was alive. Sobbing, I willed myself to peek around the corner of the couch and was stunned when I found a ton of blood but no body.
Suddenly heaving, I emptied the contents of my stomach, which wasn’t much anyway, and collapsed by the couch. The sound of Bud’s 4x4 crunching over the rocks as he pulled into my driveway barely registered. He called my name before peering around the corner of the front door then stopping cold. Always thinking like a sheriff and not wanting to disturb the crime scene, he saw me then surveyed the area before heading around to the back of the house. I heard him shove the blinds to the side as he marched into my bedroom through the sliding glass doors.
By the time he came into the living room, I’d fallen over and was huddled into a ball as the world swam before me. Bud disappeared for what seemed like an eternity then came back into the living room and wrapped my shivering body in the comforter from my bed. He got out his cell phone and called for back-up and an ambulance.
We had about ten minutes before people swarmed the house. Bud seemed to know I would need a few minutes to collect my thoughts even though we had very little time. While we waited, he snapped a few pictures with his phone then held me tightly and stroked my hair. He whispered soothing words and gave me a final strong hug before asking what had happened.
I recited everything, though I left out the part about Vale, only stating that a friend from college had stayed with me. If I mentioned Vale and what had happened to him, a new line of unpleasant questions would occur and I really didn’t want to get into the reason my guest was suddenly missing. By the time I was done, the police and the ambulance had arrived, and everyone was busy doing their jobs.
The EMT took my vitals twice because my blood pressure had been so low the first time around. He was concerned I might become light-headed again and faint. After I’d eaten a piece of chocolate, some peanut butter and drank a Coca-Cola to boost my blood sugar, he finally gave me a thumbs-up. I was relieved because I was absolutely not going to the hospital. Feeling better, I was ready to answer the detective’s questions.
Detective Ben Stone stood in front of me with his thumbs hooked over his belt, tapping his fingers on his pants. It was obvious that even after the events with the little boy’s ghost, his attitude about me remained unchanged. Frankly, I didn’t really care what he thought as long as he did his job.
“So, you’re saying a cougar did this?” asked Detective Stone as he leisurely bounced up and down on the balls of his feet.
“Yes, Detective.”
“It just came in and attacked these men.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a pet cougar, Ms. Dubois?”
Annoyed, I stared at him and slowly answered, “No, however, I do have a pet cat.” I knew he was just doing his job, but the scent of blood was beginning to take its toll.
“How about a dog?”
“No.” I shook my head then stopped because it made me dizzy.
He grunted in response and rocked back on his heels, thinking of his next question. “How did you know one of the men’s names?”
Oh my gosh, I was going to throttle this man. This was the third time he’d asked this question. I didn’t want to ask
I began to shake uncontrollably as the night’s events slowly sank in. I didn’t even consider whether Hank would return and to finish me off as my mind began to slip into shock.
I heard a moan from the other side of the couch but was too afraid to look, terrified that if I was wrong, I’d be looking at a dead body. Had I been feeling normal, I would have easily been able to sense the presence of another person. Instead, I felt completely numb. My joints stiffened as I forced them to move, robotically crawling to see if the man was alive. Sobbing, I willed myself to peek around the corner of the couch and was stunned when I found a ton of blood but no body.
Suddenly heaving, I emptied the contents of my stomach, which wasn’t much anyway, and collapsed by the couch. The sound of Bud’s 4x4 crunching over the rocks as he pulled into my driveway barely registered. He called my name before peering around the corner of the front door then stopping cold. Always thinking like a sheriff and not wanting to disturb the crime scene, he saw me then surveyed the area before heading around to the back of the house. I heard him shove the blinds to the side as he marched into my bedroom through the sliding glass doors.
By the time he came into the living room, I’d fallen over and was huddled into a ball as the world swam before me. Bud disappeared for what seemed like an eternity then came back into the living room and wrapped my shivering body in the comforter from my bed. He got out his cell phone and called for back-up and an ambulance.
We had about ten minutes before people swarmed the house. Bud seemed to know I would need a few minutes to collect my thoughts even though we had very little time. While we waited, he snapped a few pictures with his phone then held me tightly and stroked my hair. He whispered soothing words and gave me a final strong hug before asking what had happened.
I recited everything, though I left out the part about Vale, only stating that a friend from college had stayed with me. If I mentioned Vale and what had happened to him, a new line of unpleasant questions would occur and I really didn’t want to get into the reason my guest was suddenly missing. By the time I was done, the police and the ambulance had arrived, and everyone was busy doing their jobs.
The EMT took my vitals twice because my blood pressure had been so low the first time around. He was concerned I might become light-headed again and faint. After I’d eaten a piece of chocolate, some peanut butter and drank a Coca-Cola to boost my blood sugar, he finally gave me a thumbs-up. I was relieved because I was absolutely not going to the hospital. Feeling better, I was ready to answer the detective’s questions.
Detective Ben Stone stood in front of me with his thumbs hooked over his belt, tapping his fingers on his pants. It was obvious that even after the events with the little boy’s ghost, his attitude about me remained unchanged. Frankly, I didn’t really care what he thought as long as he did his job.
“So, you’re saying a cougar did this?” asked Detective Stone as he leisurely bounced up and down on the balls of his feet.
“Yes, Detective.”
“It just came in and attacked these men.”
“Yes.”
“Do you have a pet cougar, Ms. Dubois?”
Annoyed, I stared at him and slowly answered, “No, however, I do have a pet cat.” I knew he was just doing his job, but the scent of blood was beginning to take its toll.
“How about a dog?”
“No.” I shook my head then stopped because it made me dizzy.
He grunted in response and rocked back on his heels, thinking of his next question. “How did you know one of the men’s names?”
Oh my gosh, I was going to throttle this man. This was the third time he’d asked this question. I didn’t want to ask
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