Cas and the man from the furniture company waited outside while the firemen extinguished the fire. Taking advantage of all the activity Meg sneaked in through the back door. She walked through the kitchen to the hallway and upstairs.
She went to Daphne’s bedroom. There had to be something in here she could use against her.
She opened the closet and searched through the clothes. Every now and then she inspected a piece of clothing and if she liked it she threw it on the bed. She had to increase her wardrobe one way or the other.
She walked to the cabinet and opened the first drawer. Underwear, panties, and not Meg’s style. “Damn, who is this chick? Mother Teresa?”
She opened the second drawer. Next to some T-shirts and shirts there was a book. Meg pulled it out and threw herself on the bed. She opened the book on the first page.
“The Lake, by Daphne Allen” she read aloud. She started reading and though she would never admit it, it was very compelling.
She closed the book. She would never be able to read it all without being busted if she stayed here. So she decided to take the book with her. She left the clothes on the bed, walked out of the room, ran quietly downstairs and sneaked back out through the backdoor. No one had noticed a thing.
She went to Daphne’s bedroom. There had to be something in here she could use against her.
She opened the closet and searched through the clothes. Every now and then she inspected a piece of clothing and if she liked it she threw it on the bed. She had to increase her wardrobe one way or the other.
She walked to the cabinet and opened the first drawer. Underwear, panties, and not Meg’s style. “Damn, who is this chick? Mother Teresa?”
She opened the second drawer. Next to some T-shirts and shirts there was a book. Meg pulled it out and threw herself on the bed. She opened the book on the first page.
“The Lake, by Daphne Allen” she read aloud. She started reading and though she would never admit it, it was very compelling.
She closed the book. She would never be able to read it all without being busted if she stayed here. So she decided to take the book with her. She left the clothes on the bed, walked out of the room, ran quietly downstairs and sneaked back out through the backdoor. No one had noticed a thing.
Isabel opened hearing two where inspector Anderson was still sitting with Andy. She signed and Anderson walked towards. She mumbled something to him and she and Anderson looked at Andy. Andy took a deep breath. He had a bad feeling about this.
Anderson walked behind Andy and ordered him to stand up. He cuffed him. “Andy Baker, I arrest you for the murder on Shannen White”
“What? But I didn’t kill her! I’m innocent!” Andy shouted. Anderson motioned at the guard who walked to them. He took Andy’s arm with a firm grip and forced him out of the room. When they were on the hallway, Andy saw Zoey and Cas standing a few yards further.
“He’s the one! He killed her! He’s the one you’re looking for!” he yelled.
“Mr. Allen has an alibi” Isabel said.
“No! He’s lying! He lies about everything! Emmanuel is not even his real name!” Andy yelled, while the guard dragged him along.
Anderson walked behind Andy and ordered him to stand up. He cuffed him. “Andy Baker, I arrest you for the murder on Shannen White”
“What? But I didn’t kill her! I’m innocent!” Andy shouted. Anderson motioned at the guard who walked to them. He took Andy’s arm with a firm grip and forced him out of the room. When they were on the hallway, Andy saw Zoey and Cas standing a few yards further.
“He’s the one! He killed her! He’s the one you’re looking for!” he yelled.
“Mr. Allen has an alibi” Isabel said.
“No! He’s lying! He lies about everything! Emmanuel is not even his real name!” Andy yelled, while the guard dragged him along.