fifty three
amy took two steps forward .i mistook her move as evidence of carnal persistence . i'm sure i looked befuddled .
she shook her head , dismissing my interpretatijon of her movement with another of those half smiles of hers . she pulled the glasses from her face and walked to the side of the truck ." what is that ?"
she asked , poinyting in front of her with the eyepiece of the shades .
"there . is that ...." i turned ." could that be ....?"
\morning light was infiltrating the garage .
a dark stain about the size and shape of one of grace's soccer shin guards interrupted the dust near the front wheel of the treuck . the dust around the dried pool was disturbed by dizens of footprints and the dried pool was disturbed and scuffmarks , beyond the stain , a wash of teardrop shapes the same deep color had pebbled the dust in a pattern that extended along the floor untikll the droplets got lost amidst the tall jumble of junk where i ferd the critter was living ,
the clear outline of the toe of a shoe was presered in the large stain ..
my eyes settleed immediately on the door handle on the driver's side of the truck . on the dirty chrome lever was another stain . the color was redder , more bronze .
"i think it might be blood ," i said . my pulse accelerated from the implication . god , don't let it be lisa . please . [lease .
amy moved up next to me and leaned in for a closer look at the door handdle.
amy took two steps forward .i mistook her move as evidence of carnal persistence . i'm sure i looked befuddled .
she shook her head , dismissing my interpretatijon of her movement with another of those half smiles of hers . she pulled the glasses from her face and walked to the side of the truck ." what is that ?"
she asked , poinyting in front of her with the eyepiece of the shades .
"there . is that ...." i turned ." could that be ....?"
\morning light was infiltrating the garage .
a dark stain about the size and shape of one of grace's soccer shin guards interrupted the dust near the front wheel of the treuck . the dust around the dried pool was disturbed by dizens of footprints and the dried pool was disturbed and scuffmarks , beyond the stain , a wash of teardrop shapes the same deep color had pebbled the dust in a pattern that extended along the floor untikll the droplets got lost amidst the tall jumble of junk where i ferd the critter was living ,
the clear outline of the toe of a shoe was presered in the large stain ..
my eyes settleed immediately on the door handle on the driver's side of the truck . on the dirty chrome lever was another stain . the color was redder , more bronze .
"i think it might be blood ," i said . my pulse accelerated from the implication . god , don't let it be lisa . please . [lease .
amy moved up next to me and leaned in for a closer look at the door handdle.
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