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Authors: Piquette Fontaine
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Roy Kerring, there was little difference between tracking the rise of a president and that of a serial killer. There are acts that define the, milestones in their tenure which fortify their legacy. But presidents sign bills and killers dispose of bodies. Understanding the patterns of each will help you understand this person you are studying.
This is the point where Suze totally lost it. Roy Kerring was savvy in police work, not in people skills. Conversation was off the table, he discovered after another three or four minutes of this monolog.
“Well,” resolved the officer, “I’m going to just make my way out of here, need to get started on paper work back on the station. Any of you got anything else to tell me?”
He looked around the room, and only made eye contact with Shana. And then it came to her: that hobbling man with the stubby fingers and the ice pick.
“Officer!”
Roy was half in his jacket, half out. He paused waiting.
“There is one thing…” And then Shana caught herself. She had gone this long without telling Nate or Suze that a man with the ice pick caused the damage to their car. Who knows what kind of chaos that information could incite now. Shana willed herself into sobbing to avoid telling the details.
“Yes?” Shana’s sob was the only answer to the officer’s question. “Well if you end up in a state to tell me later, you have my card.”
Chapter Seven
By sundown, Tom was taking a dump at a rest stop just over the border of Ohio. He was checking another eBay auction and spent 45 minutes on the can. Something about the situation reminded him of the morning Shana left for Cleveland and his fury forced him out of the stall and into the car. He forgot to wipe.
Shana needed a reprieve from the chaos. When she left, the phone was off the hook, beeping, and Suze was neatly organizing everything in Luke’s room for when he came home. Nate was in the garage drinking beer. It was too much.
Naturally, there was one place Shana wished to go and that was the cemetery. Rational thought would have dictated that she avoid the place where she encountered the mad man just nights before, and for that matter, avoid the creature who was sowing fissures in her most near and dear relationships. But rational thought could not cut through the spell that gripped Shana.
Still reveling in a reprisal of her adolescence, she wandered around the cemetery, admiring the gravestones of various arcane, elaborate shapes: the obelisks, the busts, the low-laying slabs. As she used to do, she went by each of them making up little two-sentences stories about the people who rested beneath. Nora Joralemon wore high heels every day. She never learned to surf like she saw on TV. Chet Yantis was always tinkering with the household appliances. His son never got a hug after puberty.
As she approached Baker’s tomb, her knees quivered a little, breaking the even line of her stroll. The grass was a little more moist than usual, letting her shoe footprints sit for a little while longer before the grass rose back upright. The moon floating in and out of mist.
She found Baker standing outside of his mausoleum admiring the moon.
“Does it look any different after all these centuries?”
“Shana.” The vampire’s pale face lit up. “So good for you to come by.”
“No class tonight?”
“No.” They kissed. “Come.” The found a patch of that moist grass and sat down. Shana was wearing the same dress she wore to church, and the moisture quickly seeped through to her bottom.
They were far from Baker's mausoleum, and as such, did not see Tom pull up to it. Gripping a wooden stake, Tom rushed into the mausoleum to slay the vampire like he had seen in the movies. There was nobody in there. In his dumb way, Tom just kind of
This is the point where Suze totally lost it. Roy Kerring was savvy in police work, not in people skills. Conversation was off the table, he discovered after another three or four minutes of this monolog.
“Well,” resolved the officer, “I’m going to just make my way out of here, need to get started on paper work back on the station. Any of you got anything else to tell me?”
He looked around the room, and only made eye contact with Shana. And then it came to her: that hobbling man with the stubby fingers and the ice pick.
“Officer!”
Roy was half in his jacket, half out. He paused waiting.
“There is one thing…” And then Shana caught herself. She had gone this long without telling Nate or Suze that a man with the ice pick caused the damage to their car. Who knows what kind of chaos that information could incite now. Shana willed herself into sobbing to avoid telling the details.
“Yes?” Shana’s sob was the only answer to the officer’s question. “Well if you end up in a state to tell me later, you have my card.”
Chapter Seven
By sundown, Tom was taking a dump at a rest stop just over the border of Ohio. He was checking another eBay auction and spent 45 minutes on the can. Something about the situation reminded him of the morning Shana left for Cleveland and his fury forced him out of the stall and into the car. He forgot to wipe.
Shana needed a reprieve from the chaos. When she left, the phone was off the hook, beeping, and Suze was neatly organizing everything in Luke’s room for when he came home. Nate was in the garage drinking beer. It was too much.
Naturally, there was one place Shana wished to go and that was the cemetery. Rational thought would have dictated that she avoid the place where she encountered the mad man just nights before, and for that matter, avoid the creature who was sowing fissures in her most near and dear relationships. But rational thought could not cut through the spell that gripped Shana.
Still reveling in a reprisal of her adolescence, she wandered around the cemetery, admiring the gravestones of various arcane, elaborate shapes: the obelisks, the busts, the low-laying slabs. As she used to do, she went by each of them making up little two-sentences stories about the people who rested beneath. Nora Joralemon wore high heels every day. She never learned to surf like she saw on TV. Chet Yantis was always tinkering with the household appliances. His son never got a hug after puberty.
As she approached Baker’s tomb, her knees quivered a little, breaking the even line of her stroll. The grass was a little more moist than usual, letting her shoe footprints sit for a little while longer before the grass rose back upright. The moon floating in and out of mist.
She found Baker standing outside of his mausoleum admiring the moon.
“Does it look any different after all these centuries?”
“Shana.” The vampire’s pale face lit up. “So good for you to come by.”
“No class tonight?”
“No.” They kissed. “Come.” The found a patch of that moist grass and sat down. Shana was wearing the same dress she wore to church, and the moisture quickly seeped through to her bottom.
They were far from Baker's mausoleum, and as such, did not see Tom pull up to it. Gripping a wooden stake, Tom rushed into the mausoleum to slay the vampire like he had seen in the movies. There was nobody in there. In his dumb way, Tom just kind of
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