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Memories of The Heart

The hollow sound of his boots striking the cold damp pavement were the only sounds that escape the darkness of the night. The man cuddled his arms tighter around himself as he approached his vehicle, a black 2003 corvette. Cold, he heard himself think. It's so cold. His demons followed closely at his heels as he reached to insert the key into the door. Something isn't right, he just knew it. Deep inside his gut, he knew something bad was bound to happen on this dark and lonely night.

**

The lights of ambulances and Police cars lit the scene of the accident. "Joe," Detective Miller of the Blue Cove P.D called. He walked up to the man that seemed to be inspecting a set of tire tracks on the road.

After a quiet pause, he spoke. "It's a hit and run. There are two sets of tracks." "Here," he pointed to a spot on the road. "The car was heading east when it was struck by a car heading the opposite direction." He followed the tracks as they skid across the road and ended where the cliff dropped off. "They pushed him right over the railing. Guess we know where our mysterious informer got their information from."

"Get back!!" The fire fighters called as they heaved a stretcher up the side of the mountain. A figure, covered from head to toe with blood, was hauled up the decline. It was amazing that he was even alive at all. The police watched as the fighters and paramedics worked diligently to save the man's life. His only distinguishing feature was his short, dark hair, stained crimson by his own blood. His chest was crushed and oddly deformed. Detective Miller cringed as his eyes connected with the young man's arm. It was mangled and hung in an unnatural position at his side. The deputy shook his head, realizing that the chances of finding the person that caused the incident where slim to none. He was drawn back from his thoughts as he heard the paramedics' voices. "Come on, we've got to get him ready to be transported to Blue Cove General Hospital ASAP!"

**

Miss Parker curled deeper into her nest on the couch as she hugged her legs closer to herself. An eerie feeling had crept over her earlier in the night. It had yet to remove itself from her being. She was drawn out of her thoughts as she heard the phone ring.

"What," she answered in a dull low voice, nothing like her normal sharp acidic tone.

"Angel?" The trembling voice spoke quickly into the receiver.

"Daddy?"

"Angel, I need you to come down to Blue Cove General Hospitalright away."

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"It's not me. It's about your brother."

"Lyle?"

That's it for now. Should I continue?