Chapter 51
Three blocks later, Amanda finally walked down an alley that Mark couldn't follow her with the car. One she was out of his view she uncrossed her arms and took a deep breath. She really wasn't mad at Mark. And she wasn't really going to walk home. But she had to act like it.
Her intended destination was nine blocks from Rebecca's house. She'd go there, do what she needed to do, then get a taxi and go home.
Even though she had no idea what she needed to do. She didn't even know why she was going there really. She'd gotten Jessica's home address from her file at the police station. Right before Jessica had noticed her snooping.
Finally Amanda had reached Jessica's street. Her house was plain white with a blue door and blue curtains in the windows. Some flowers were planted outside, all blue and pink. She walked to the garage and peered in the window. Jessica's car wasn't there, so she wasn't home yet.
Amanda walked up to the front door and looked at the lock.
"Simple enough." She mumbled to herself. During her time with John, Amanda had learned how to pick almost any type of lock. This one was simple. Amanda reached into her pocket and pulled out a paperclip and a hair bobby pin. She twisted them together a little, then put her 'key' into the hole. There was a click and the door opened. Amanda put the paperclip and bobby pin into her pocket and stepped in.
The inside of Jessica's house was as plain as the outside. Her carpet was all white without a single stain. She could see the basement was unfinished. Her furniture, a couch and a chair was made of white leather. And she had a large flat screen TV and a smaller bookshelf. The kitchen was connected to the living room, along with the dining room.
Everything in her house was white. There was a desk with a computer. Amanda walked over to it and jiggled the mouse. She was already logged on and everything.
Amanda couldn't log into her email, but she could go anywhere else. She clicked on pictures and found nothing. Nothing was saved for her internet. N recent searches or anything.
"Damn." Amanda whispered fiercely. She walked away from the computer and down the hall. She past a spare bedroom. Inside of the spare bedroom were tons of boxes.
"So that's where all her stuff is." Amanda stated. She walked into Jessica's bedroom. It was small. A bed and dresser were the only furniture. A picture on the dresser caught her eyes. Jessica, Julie, and another man were in the picture. Then the front door opened. Amanda froze.
"Funny, I thought I locked this." She heard Jessica say. Amanda quietly stepped into the spare bedroom. There were so many boxes someone could get lost in there. She sat in a back corner, farthest from the door. Hidden by at least nine boxes.
"So what happened at work?" Amanda heard another man say.
"It's Mark Hoffman's wife, Amanda. I found her searching through my file." Jessica said.
"Does she suspect anything?" The man asked.
"I don't know, Peter." She said.
"If she suspects something, she would tell Mark." Peter said.
"But he seems oblivious to anything."
"Perhaps. Or maybe he is good actor?" Peter suggested. They went on debating whether Mark knew or not.
"Hey, I have a question." Jessica said, changing the subject. "How come we let Amanda get away, but not anyone else."
"Because, Jessie. We aren't done with her yet."
