Hey! I hope you like this one. I want to write mysteries when I get out of
high school. So, I'm trying to build this up into a mystery. Please let me
know, what you think! The feed back is fuel to me! I hope this is good so,
go ahead and read on!
Enjoy, Quary
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The pounding on the door began to crank up louder. At first, Troy didn't know whether it was the door or the rain beating fearlessly against the window. He watched Nora calmly, trying to understand her. She had calmed down now. Her eyes were softening as she looked over into Troy's eyes. The rain beat steady and hard. But still the pounding from the front door went on. Nora stood up first.
N: Who could that be? (worried)
T: (standing) I don't know. (looking at he clock) It's nearly 9:00.
N: Troy, who ever it is, you can't tell them I'm here, ok.
T: (confused) Ok. But why not Nora?
N: Troy, just don't tell anyone I'm here, ok.
T: Sure, whatever. (heading towards the door to the hallway)
Troy walked downstairs wondering who could it be. He turned on the lights as he passed the foyer. The pounding went on. The person behind the door, sounded as though they were beginning to get annoyed.
T: Ok, Ok, I'm coming! (annoyed)
Troy opened the door. There stood a man with a trench coat on soaked in rain water, shinning a light in Troy's face and looking very stern.
man: Good evening, sir.
T: (annoyed by the light) . It would probably be a better evening if you would get that light out of my face. (with a sarcastic smile)
man: Sorry, sir. My name is Detective Dennis Mitchell (showing his badge) I have to ask you a few questions. May I come in?
T: (looking around the place first) Sure
Detective: (walking in, and looking around the house) Sure is a rainy night, huh?
T: Uh, yea, I guess. Look, what's this all about?
Detective: Well, Mr. McIver is it?
T: Yea. Dr.
Detective: Excuse me, Dr. McIver (sarcastically). This morning we got a call about a disturbance last night. When the officers got there they found a nearly dead man, by the name of Sam Rappaport. Apparently, he had been hit in the back of the head with a fireplace poker. He was unconscious. He had been bleeding heavily. He woke up in the hospital this morning. When he was able to speak, he filed a missing person's report. (holding up a picture) This woman is Nora Rappaport. She's his wife. We have reason to believe that maybe you've seen her. Have you, Dr. McIver?
T: (remembering what Nora had said) No, sir. I'm sorry.
Detective: (looking at him very closely) You know, doctor, if you are lying the police will find out. And when they do, you, my good man, are going to wish you never saw my face at this door. (trying to scare him a little more) I hate lairs. Don't you?
T: Yes, detective, I do.
Detective: (looking around the house) Nice house. It's just you?
T: Yes, it is, but thank you.
Detective: (noticing the coffee cups) Do you.uh (walking over to the table and picking up one of the cups) always drink out of two cups?
T: (thinking of something to say) uhh. yea. O, you know what, I think it was this morning when I had forgotten that I hadn't taken the cup from yesterday morning into the kitchen. So, I must've just sat the other one right by it absentmindedly, this morning. (hitting his head in mockery) silly me, huh?
Detective: (watching Troy fidget) You seem a little uneasy. (looking at the stairs) You wouldn't mind if I had a look around, would you?
T: (nervously looking at the stairs) Uh. You know what, I was actually on the way out the door. I was just getting dressed when I heard the door.
Detective: (not believeing the story) Well, you can either be cooperative about this, or I can get a warrant and be back here tomorrow morning. It's your decision. I'll have officers with me tomorrow, if you insist.
T: (looking at the stairs and wondering what Nora was doing) Ok, alright. But make it quick.
Detective: (walking towards the stairs) Well, why don't I start upstairs.
Troy and the detective walked up the stairs. All Troy could think of was what he was going to do when he discovered Nora. The detective went through every room, until they came to the main bedroom.
Detective: (trying the knob) It's locked.
T: (surprised, but thankful) O, well I'm sorry, I must have left the key on my nightstand.
Detective: Well there's other ways of opening it, doc. (taking out a credit card)
T: (watching him) What are you a retired robber?
Detective: (working on the lock) Nope, just a.(unlocking the door) ahh, there we go.
The detective walked in first. The first thing he noticed was the wet towel, which contained spots of blood. He picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Detective: (looking at Troy) I need bag for this.
T: You can't take that without a warrant.
Detective: You see, Doc, this evidence in an attempted murder, so give me a bag.
Troy handed him the bag, and watched him put the towel in it. Then he walked into the bathroom. He looked in the hamper and pulled a woman's clothes out. They were still damp. He looked questionable at Troy who had looked away.
Detective: (looking at the clothes) Well, doc, I hope you have an ex- girlfriend or a wife who just left you. Because if you don't, then I think you have a big problem.me.
Troy didn't know what to say. They were Nora's clothes.
T: (clearing his throat) Well.um. you see.
Before he could finish something crashed and broke.
Detective: (putting down the clothes) What was that? (walking out the bathroom)
T: (following behind him in relief) I don't know, I think it came from downstairs. (knowing that it didn't)
Detective: No, it was closer.
The detective began to walk back down the hallway and turned the corner to a another room. Troy was behind him every step of the way, watching him. He turned the knob and opened the door. Dennis looked down to see a broken mirror. It layed shattered to pieces next to the bed. As he walked toward's the bed, someone besides Troy became nervous.
She saw him enter the room the first time, and walk out. But now he was back , again. She watched his feet come closer and closer to her hiding spot. Dennis bent down to examine the pieces. Some had fallen underneath the bed. She knew tried to be as careful as possible but she caused it to fall, anyway. His hands smoothly went underneath the bed, absentmindedly towards Nora. His hands came closer as she moved backward towards the otherside. He continued to look around for all the pieces. He decided to get down on one knee, and look under the bed. When she saw his knee come down, her heart began to beat quickly. She tried moving over more, but then if he stood up she wouldn't be able to get back underneath quick enough. Dennis stopped for a moment. She couldn't understand why he had stopped, but then she heard Troy's voice.
T: Detective, this is stupid. You've looked everywhere and found no one here, ok. So, you can leave now.
Detective: (getting up from the floor and smiling) You know, Doctor, you're hiding something. A pefectly good mirror doesn't just fall off of a dresser, especailly by the bed.
T: yea, well, that's your opinion. But you're getting out of line, so you can leave, now. (sternly)
Detective: (walking towards the door) Well, I'll be back to see you tomorrow, Doctor, you've got some explaining to do. (holding up the bag with the towel) Bloody towels just don't appear out of nowhere.
T: (smirking) Yea, you do that.
Troy walked him downstairs and to the front door.
Detective: (holding out his hand) Well, Dr. McIver it's been a pleasure.
T: (looking at his hand, but not shaking it) Good bye.
Detective: (smirking) You have a good night. (walking out the door into the rain)
Troy was so relieved that he was gone. He sprinted back upstairs to find Nora. He looked in each room then back to the room with the broken glass. There he saw her. Nora slid from underneath the bed, mindful of the glass. Troy was so relieved.
T: (walking over to help her up) I had a feeling you were under there.
N: (hugging him) Yea, well if you hadn't said something I wouldn't be standing here right now.
N: (with a big smile) I'm starving!
T: ( laughing at how she could be hungry at a time like this) Nora.
N: How about pizza!
T: (happy to be holding her) yea, but first we have to talk (smile fading) about why he was looking for you.
Nora sat down not knowing where to began.
N: (sadly) He's dead.
A tear slowly trailed itself down her face.
The rain never subsided it poured and poured. Lightening casted over the sky. The moon's light faded a little, darkening the streets. Detective Dennis Mitchell drove through the rain, thinking of the strange things that he remembered from the house. The wet towel with blood spots, the woman's clothes which were still damp, as if someone was in the rain recently. Then, the broken glass. But the number one thing that was strange to him was the smell he came across once in the room with the glass. It was cologne, men's cologne. It was normal for it to be in the master bedroom, because that was the main room. But why underneath a bed in a vacant room across the house, far from any contact of the doctor? He knew the doctor had lied. The story of the coffee cups was ridiculous. The house was spotless. A man who keeps things so clean, accidently leaves a coffee cup sitting at a table for a whole day? Not possible. He remembered feeling the cup and looking at it. On the second cup the lip print was on it, but strangely not on the first one. It was lipstick, but something else like chapstick or something. Dr. Troy McIver was hiding something, or could it be someone? Only the blood spots from the towel would tell.
To Be Continued.
What did ya think? Drop me a line!
Enjoy, Quary
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The pounding on the door began to crank up louder. At first, Troy didn't know whether it was the door or the rain beating fearlessly against the window. He watched Nora calmly, trying to understand her. She had calmed down now. Her eyes were softening as she looked over into Troy's eyes. The rain beat steady and hard. But still the pounding from the front door went on. Nora stood up first.
N: Who could that be? (worried)
T: (standing) I don't know. (looking at he clock) It's nearly 9:00.
N: Troy, who ever it is, you can't tell them I'm here, ok.
T: (confused) Ok. But why not Nora?
N: Troy, just don't tell anyone I'm here, ok.
T: Sure, whatever. (heading towards the door to the hallway)
Troy walked downstairs wondering who could it be. He turned on the lights as he passed the foyer. The pounding went on. The person behind the door, sounded as though they were beginning to get annoyed.
T: Ok, Ok, I'm coming! (annoyed)
Troy opened the door. There stood a man with a trench coat on soaked in rain water, shinning a light in Troy's face and looking very stern.
man: Good evening, sir.
T: (annoyed by the light) . It would probably be a better evening if you would get that light out of my face. (with a sarcastic smile)
man: Sorry, sir. My name is Detective Dennis Mitchell (showing his badge) I have to ask you a few questions. May I come in?
T: (looking around the place first) Sure
Detective: (walking in, and looking around the house) Sure is a rainy night, huh?
T: Uh, yea, I guess. Look, what's this all about?
Detective: Well, Mr. McIver is it?
T: Yea. Dr.
Detective: Excuse me, Dr. McIver (sarcastically). This morning we got a call about a disturbance last night. When the officers got there they found a nearly dead man, by the name of Sam Rappaport. Apparently, he had been hit in the back of the head with a fireplace poker. He was unconscious. He had been bleeding heavily. He woke up in the hospital this morning. When he was able to speak, he filed a missing person's report. (holding up a picture) This woman is Nora Rappaport. She's his wife. We have reason to believe that maybe you've seen her. Have you, Dr. McIver?
T: (remembering what Nora had said) No, sir. I'm sorry.
Detective: (looking at him very closely) You know, doctor, if you are lying the police will find out. And when they do, you, my good man, are going to wish you never saw my face at this door. (trying to scare him a little more) I hate lairs. Don't you?
T: Yes, detective, I do.
Detective: (looking around the house) Nice house. It's just you?
T: Yes, it is, but thank you.
Detective: (noticing the coffee cups) Do you.uh (walking over to the table and picking up one of the cups) always drink out of two cups?
T: (thinking of something to say) uhh. yea. O, you know what, I think it was this morning when I had forgotten that I hadn't taken the cup from yesterday morning into the kitchen. So, I must've just sat the other one right by it absentmindedly, this morning. (hitting his head in mockery) silly me, huh?
Detective: (watching Troy fidget) You seem a little uneasy. (looking at the stairs) You wouldn't mind if I had a look around, would you?
T: (nervously looking at the stairs) Uh. You know what, I was actually on the way out the door. I was just getting dressed when I heard the door.
Detective: (not believeing the story) Well, you can either be cooperative about this, or I can get a warrant and be back here tomorrow morning. It's your decision. I'll have officers with me tomorrow, if you insist.
T: (looking at the stairs and wondering what Nora was doing) Ok, alright. But make it quick.
Detective: (walking towards the stairs) Well, why don't I start upstairs.
Troy and the detective walked up the stairs. All Troy could think of was what he was going to do when he discovered Nora. The detective went through every room, until they came to the main bedroom.
Detective: (trying the knob) It's locked.
T: (surprised, but thankful) O, well I'm sorry, I must have left the key on my nightstand.
Detective: Well there's other ways of opening it, doc. (taking out a credit card)
T: (watching him) What are you a retired robber?
Detective: (working on the lock) Nope, just a.(unlocking the door) ahh, there we go.
The detective walked in first. The first thing he noticed was the wet towel, which contained spots of blood. He picked it up and looked at it carefully.
Detective: (looking at Troy) I need bag for this.
T: You can't take that without a warrant.
Detective: You see, Doc, this evidence in an attempted murder, so give me a bag.
Troy handed him the bag, and watched him put the towel in it. Then he walked into the bathroom. He looked in the hamper and pulled a woman's clothes out. They were still damp. He looked questionable at Troy who had looked away.
Detective: (looking at the clothes) Well, doc, I hope you have an ex- girlfriend or a wife who just left you. Because if you don't, then I think you have a big problem.me.
Troy didn't know what to say. They were Nora's clothes.
T: (clearing his throat) Well.um. you see.
Before he could finish something crashed and broke.
Detective: (putting down the clothes) What was that? (walking out the bathroom)
T: (following behind him in relief) I don't know, I think it came from downstairs. (knowing that it didn't)
Detective: No, it was closer.
The detective began to walk back down the hallway and turned the corner to a another room. Troy was behind him every step of the way, watching him. He turned the knob and opened the door. Dennis looked down to see a broken mirror. It layed shattered to pieces next to the bed. As he walked toward's the bed, someone besides Troy became nervous.
She saw him enter the room the first time, and walk out. But now he was back , again. She watched his feet come closer and closer to her hiding spot. Dennis bent down to examine the pieces. Some had fallen underneath the bed. She knew tried to be as careful as possible but she caused it to fall, anyway. His hands smoothly went underneath the bed, absentmindedly towards Nora. His hands came closer as she moved backward towards the otherside. He continued to look around for all the pieces. He decided to get down on one knee, and look under the bed. When she saw his knee come down, her heart began to beat quickly. She tried moving over more, but then if he stood up she wouldn't be able to get back underneath quick enough. Dennis stopped for a moment. She couldn't understand why he had stopped, but then she heard Troy's voice.
T: Detective, this is stupid. You've looked everywhere and found no one here, ok. So, you can leave now.
Detective: (getting up from the floor and smiling) You know, Doctor, you're hiding something. A pefectly good mirror doesn't just fall off of a dresser, especailly by the bed.
T: yea, well, that's your opinion. But you're getting out of line, so you can leave, now. (sternly)
Detective: (walking towards the door) Well, I'll be back to see you tomorrow, Doctor, you've got some explaining to do. (holding up the bag with the towel) Bloody towels just don't appear out of nowhere.
T: (smirking) Yea, you do that.
Troy walked him downstairs and to the front door.
Detective: (holding out his hand) Well, Dr. McIver it's been a pleasure.
T: (looking at his hand, but not shaking it) Good bye.
Detective: (smirking) You have a good night. (walking out the door into the rain)
Troy was so relieved that he was gone. He sprinted back upstairs to find Nora. He looked in each room then back to the room with the broken glass. There he saw her. Nora slid from underneath the bed, mindful of the glass. Troy was so relieved.
T: (walking over to help her up) I had a feeling you were under there.
N: (hugging him) Yea, well if you hadn't said something I wouldn't be standing here right now.
N: (with a big smile) I'm starving!
T: ( laughing at how she could be hungry at a time like this) Nora.
N: How about pizza!
T: (happy to be holding her) yea, but first we have to talk (smile fading) about why he was looking for you.
Nora sat down not knowing where to began.
N: (sadly) He's dead.
A tear slowly trailed itself down her face.
The rain never subsided it poured and poured. Lightening casted over the sky. The moon's light faded a little, darkening the streets. Detective Dennis Mitchell drove through the rain, thinking of the strange things that he remembered from the house. The wet towel with blood spots, the woman's clothes which were still damp, as if someone was in the rain recently. Then, the broken glass. But the number one thing that was strange to him was the smell he came across once in the room with the glass. It was cologne, men's cologne. It was normal for it to be in the master bedroom, because that was the main room. But why underneath a bed in a vacant room across the house, far from any contact of the doctor? He knew the doctor had lied. The story of the coffee cups was ridiculous. The house was spotless. A man who keeps things so clean, accidently leaves a coffee cup sitting at a table for a whole day? Not possible. He remembered feeling the cup and looking at it. On the second cup the lip print was on it, but strangely not on the first one. It was lipstick, but something else like chapstick or something. Dr. Troy McIver was hiding something, or could it be someone? Only the blood spots from the towel would tell.
To Be Continued.
What did ya think? Drop me a line!