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now it was touching him on a personal level. He hadn’t wanted to be this attached, but now he was. He had to mentally remind himself that he was the Sheriff. He could not let himself get too attached. He hadn’t gotten this close to the murder five years ago, so why now?
Rod knew exactly why, because this time it was different. This time the people looked at him differently, he was in charge now. And by god he better do the best job that he can do.
Rod noticed a small pink book sitting on a dresser, it was Gabrielle’s diary. He immediately picked it up.
“Mind if I take this?” Rod asked the grieving parents.
Evelyn automatically said yes, but Ricky protested. He quickly stopped when Evelyn gave him a cold stare.
“I guess if it is going to help you figure things out, then yes. Take it.” Ricky said timidly.
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When Rod left the Parker residence, he drove down Hawthorne Street; he then took a left on Chestnut. It didn’t seem to be intentional, but he was driving to the park. When he got there he parked his truck beside the basketball court. As he walked through the court he couldn’t help but notice how desperately it was in need of help. The paint was faded on the court and the hoop was in shambles. The city had a sufficient amount of funds available, someone could have put some money into the park, He thought. Thinking about the current state of the park was only a small distraction. The truth was that he felt that he was letting this whole situation get under his skin, it was to the point that he felt like he could break.
“You are stronger than this.” Rod told himself, but it probably didn’t help that his predecessor retired during a similar situation. Rod wasn’t going to walk away, what kind of message would that send? Rod hadn’t even thought about doing such a thing, it was just the pressure that was starting to build up around him. Maybe someday soon he would take a ride out and see Hank and ask him for some advice. It wasn’t like Hank probably wouldn’t enjoy the company; Rod hadn’t seen him since he retired and often wondered how he spent his time now.
As he walked further through the park, Rod glanced down to his phone to see that he had another text message from Marcy. It had been sent more than four hours ago. It was a little late to reply now.
Rod took in a deep breath of the chilly air. It would be fall soon. People were already talking about how bad the winter was supposedly going to be, as they did every year around that time. He walked near the spot where they had found Gabrielle Parker’s body.
“What is happening to my town?” Rod asked himself as he watched his misty breath leave his mouth and float away into the dark evening sky.
T hat very same morning at five thirty, several hours before Rod would stop at Steve’s garage, Marcy was up making her kids breakfast. Her husband Matthew on the other hand was still sleeping, he usually didn’t get out of bed until nine or ten. So for a moment she was alone; just her and her coffee. She would have no time to relax and enjoy this time though. There were pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs to be made.
No rest for the wicked. Marcy jokingly thought to herself.
Of course every now and then Rod would slip in the back of her mind. She thought about him on top of her thrusting, pushing, pulling, sweating. He still moved his hips the same way that he had all those years ago, when they were teenagers, doing it in the back of her father’s car. The fact that they could have the same fire and excitement that they had when they were kids gave Marcy goose bumps.
At six o’clock Marcy marched upstairs and woke Candice and Zachary. Candice was eight years old and Zachary was five. They were the light of her life, and her reason for living. She believed that if something ever happened to either of her children, she would just pass out and die there on the spot. Candice quickly ate her pancakes
Rod knew exactly why, because this time it was different. This time the people looked at him differently, he was in charge now. And by god he better do the best job that he can do.
Rod noticed a small pink book sitting on a dresser, it was Gabrielle’s diary. He immediately picked it up.
“Mind if I take this?” Rod asked the grieving parents.
Evelyn automatically said yes, but Ricky protested. He quickly stopped when Evelyn gave him a cold stare.
“I guess if it is going to help you figure things out, then yes. Take it.” Ricky said timidly.
-
When Rod left the Parker residence, he drove down Hawthorne Street; he then took a left on Chestnut. It didn’t seem to be intentional, but he was driving to the park. When he got there he parked his truck beside the basketball court. As he walked through the court he couldn’t help but notice how desperately it was in need of help. The paint was faded on the court and the hoop was in shambles. The city had a sufficient amount of funds available, someone could have put some money into the park, He thought. Thinking about the current state of the park was only a small distraction. The truth was that he felt that he was letting this whole situation get under his skin, it was to the point that he felt like he could break.
“You are stronger than this.” Rod told himself, but it probably didn’t help that his predecessor retired during a similar situation. Rod wasn’t going to walk away, what kind of message would that send? Rod hadn’t even thought about doing such a thing, it was just the pressure that was starting to build up around him. Maybe someday soon he would take a ride out and see Hank and ask him for some advice. It wasn’t like Hank probably wouldn’t enjoy the company; Rod hadn’t seen him since he retired and often wondered how he spent his time now.
As he walked further through the park, Rod glanced down to his phone to see that he had another text message from Marcy. It had been sent more than four hours ago. It was a little late to reply now.
Rod took in a deep breath of the chilly air. It would be fall soon. People were already talking about how bad the winter was supposedly going to be, as they did every year around that time. He walked near the spot where they had found Gabrielle Parker’s body.
“What is happening to my town?” Rod asked himself as he watched his misty breath leave his mouth and float away into the dark evening sky.
T hat very same morning at five thirty, several hours before Rod would stop at Steve’s garage, Marcy was up making her kids breakfast. Her husband Matthew on the other hand was still sleeping, he usually didn’t get out of bed until nine or ten. So for a moment she was alone; just her and her coffee. She would have no time to relax and enjoy this time though. There were pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs to be made.
No rest for the wicked. Marcy jokingly thought to herself.
Of course every now and then Rod would slip in the back of her mind. She thought about him on top of her thrusting, pushing, pulling, sweating. He still moved his hips the same way that he had all those years ago, when they were teenagers, doing it in the back of her father’s car. The fact that they could have the same fire and excitement that they had when they were kids gave Marcy goose bumps.
At six o’clock Marcy marched upstairs and woke Candice and Zachary. Candice was eight years old and Zachary was five. They were the light of her life, and her reason for living. She believed that if something ever happened to either of her children, she would just pass out and die there on the spot. Candice quickly ate her pancakes
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