Chapter VII
A NIGHT IN JAIL
JESSIE placed her chin on her knees and looked outside the small, barred window on the opposite wall of her cell. A guard came by and opened the door.
"Five minutes."
She got up and headed to the restroom with the rest of the inmates. She had five minutes to wash up and do whatever before required to go to bed. As she left, she didn't notice a shadowy figure glide into her cell.
She returned shortly afterwards and once again drew her knees under her chin to gaze out the window. After the guard left, the shadow moved forward.
"Jessie Atkinson."
She jerked upright. "Who's there?"
The eerie whisper continued. "A friend."
"What do you want?"
"I've come to help you, but you must provide me with the information."
"Where are you?" She looked all around her cell, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.
A hollow laughter echoed throughout her cell that sent chills down Jessie's spine. "I'm all around you. In the shadows."
Jessie's eyes widened. She heard several of the other inmates talk about a voice. A voice that hides in the shadows.
"Do not be afraid. You are innocent of your crimes, and I'm here to prove that innocence, but only you hold the information that will allow your freedom."
She nodded. "What do you need to know?"
THE next morning, Harry received a letter that told him to watch a man named Douglas Fisher. Vincent seemed slightly puzzled by this. Douglas had committed suicide yesterday morning.
He wrote down the news of Fisher's passing and clipped the story from the paper and sent them to Fellows.
FELLOWS resealed the envelope after reading the contents and sent it to the Jonas office. After his stenographer left, he leaned back in his chair, slightly perplexed.
A SMALL table lamp illuminated a small area of the table it was positioned on. Quick, agile hands opened the envelope from Vincent and Fellows. They placed the paper-clipping aside and laid the note in the light.
Invisible eyes quickly scanned the note. The darkness in the room seemed to thicken. A dead-end. The fingers started to drum the table silently in thought. The jeweled ring on the hand glistened as the light hit it. They suddenly stopped and picked up the newspaper clipping. Once again, invisible eyes read the article.
One name stuck out. Tracy Trinh. The girlfriend of the late Doug Fisher, but something didn't seem right.
The amble hand quickly and neatly replaced the contents back in the envelope and extinguished the lamp. An eerie, chilling laugh resounded throughout the room. The Shadow was on the trail!
A NIGHT IN JAIL
JESSIE placed her chin on her knees and looked outside the small, barred window on the opposite wall of her cell. A guard came by and opened the door.
"Five minutes."
She got up and headed to the restroom with the rest of the inmates. She had five minutes to wash up and do whatever before required to go to bed. As she left, she didn't notice a shadowy figure glide into her cell.
She returned shortly afterwards and once again drew her knees under her chin to gaze out the window. After the guard left, the shadow moved forward.
"Jessie Atkinson."
She jerked upright. "Who's there?"
The eerie whisper continued. "A friend."
"What do you want?"
"I've come to help you, but you must provide me with the information."
"Where are you?" She looked all around her cell, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from.
A hollow laughter echoed throughout her cell that sent chills down Jessie's spine. "I'm all around you. In the shadows."
Jessie's eyes widened. She heard several of the other inmates talk about a voice. A voice that hides in the shadows.
"Do not be afraid. You are innocent of your crimes, and I'm here to prove that innocence, but only you hold the information that will allow your freedom."
She nodded. "What do you need to know?"
THE next morning, Harry received a letter that told him to watch a man named Douglas Fisher. Vincent seemed slightly puzzled by this. Douglas had committed suicide yesterday morning.
He wrote down the news of Fisher's passing and clipped the story from the paper and sent them to Fellows.
FELLOWS resealed the envelope after reading the contents and sent it to the Jonas office. After his stenographer left, he leaned back in his chair, slightly perplexed.
A SMALL table lamp illuminated a small area of the table it was positioned on. Quick, agile hands opened the envelope from Vincent and Fellows. They placed the paper-clipping aside and laid the note in the light.
Invisible eyes quickly scanned the note. The darkness in the room seemed to thicken. A dead-end. The fingers started to drum the table silently in thought. The jeweled ring on the hand glistened as the light hit it. They suddenly stopped and picked up the newspaper clipping. Once again, invisible eyes read the article.
One name stuck out. Tracy Trinh. The girlfriend of the late Doug Fisher, but something didn't seem right.
The amble hand quickly and neatly replaced the contents back in the envelope and extinguished the lamp. An eerie, chilling laugh resounded throughout the room. The Shadow was on the trail!