Tru's alarm clock went blaring off. She rolled over, and turned it off. She quickly sat up, remembering 'last night's' events. The thought of Lindsay's dead body came rushing back to her, and she ran over to her phone, dialing her number crazily. There was no answer.
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Flashback to yesterday: The phone had rang, and it was Lindsay.
Lindsay: "Hey Tru! I'm going shopping tomorrow. Getting up early for all those bargain sales! Want to come?"
Tru: "I can't. I'm going out to lunch with my sister tomorrow afternoon."
Lindsay: "Oh, that's okay! Just wanted to see if you wanted to tag along or not! I may see you tomorrow night!"
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Great, Tru thought, I have no clue where she is, and I can't tell her she's going to die in... Tru looked at the clock. It was 10 A.M. She had about 8 hours to some how track down Lindsay in New York. It was impossible. And, plus, she had to have lunch with Meredith. Tru sighed, and then, something else hit her. She had no clue where Lindsay's death occured. Tru phoned Meredith, and rescheduled lunch. Now, Tru had to figure out where to start.
Tru decided just to assume that the murder would take place at Lindsay's apartment. If someone got stabbed 7 times in public, someone would've helped. Tru headed over to her apartment. No sign of Lindsay. Tru stood outside for awhile, hoping Lindsay would return. Then, she noticed a man, who entered the apartment complex, with a machete in hand. Davis' words of 'a machete as a murder weapon' came back to her. She followed the man at a safe distance. He stopped, right in front of Lindsay's apartment. He took out a key, and attempted to open her door.
Tru went up to him, and asked, "Are you having troubles, sir?" The man looked up, very startled. "Uh, yeah..." He replied, and he sounded very nervous. He looked up at the number. "Oh, hehe, wrong apartment." Tru stared at him very suspiciously. He managed to ge his door open, but Tru thought of something. He still has the machete.
Tru asked, "May I borrow that machete of yours?"
His reply, "Sorry, it's my only one. I need it.
"Please, I just need to borrow it. I can return it tomorrow."
"Well, I don't know."
Tru began to put on a flirty act. She was very pretty, and she knew it. "Please?" She smiled very sweetly. He smiled back. "Ok, you can use it. My name is Dave, by the way." She took the machete and nodded. "Thanks, and I'm Tru." With that, she headed home, a smile on her face. It was only 4. Lindsay was safe, and that's all that mattered. Or so Tru thought.
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Flashback to yesterday: The phone had rang, and it was Lindsay.
Lindsay: "Hey Tru! I'm going shopping tomorrow. Getting up early for all those bargain sales! Want to come?"
Tru: "I can't. I'm going out to lunch with my sister tomorrow afternoon."
Lindsay: "Oh, that's okay! Just wanted to see if you wanted to tag along or not! I may see you tomorrow night!"
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Great, Tru thought, I have no clue where she is, and I can't tell her she's going to die in... Tru looked at the clock. It was 10 A.M. She had about 8 hours to some how track down Lindsay in New York. It was impossible. And, plus, she had to have lunch with Meredith. Tru sighed, and then, something else hit her. She had no clue where Lindsay's death occured. Tru phoned Meredith, and rescheduled lunch. Now, Tru had to figure out where to start.
Tru decided just to assume that the murder would take place at Lindsay's apartment. If someone got stabbed 7 times in public, someone would've helped. Tru headed over to her apartment. No sign of Lindsay. Tru stood outside for awhile, hoping Lindsay would return. Then, she noticed a man, who entered the apartment complex, with a machete in hand. Davis' words of 'a machete as a murder weapon' came back to her. She followed the man at a safe distance. He stopped, right in front of Lindsay's apartment. He took out a key, and attempted to open her door.
Tru went up to him, and asked, "Are you having troubles, sir?" The man looked up, very startled. "Uh, yeah..." He replied, and he sounded very nervous. He looked up at the number. "Oh, hehe, wrong apartment." Tru stared at him very suspiciously. He managed to ge his door open, but Tru thought of something. He still has the machete.
Tru asked, "May I borrow that machete of yours?"
His reply, "Sorry, it's my only one. I need it.
"Please, I just need to borrow it. I can return it tomorrow."
"Well, I don't know."
Tru began to put on a flirty act. She was very pretty, and she knew it. "Please?" She smiled very sweetly. He smiled back. "Ok, you can use it. My name is Dave, by the way." She took the machete and nodded. "Thanks, and I'm Tru." With that, she headed home, a smile on her face. It was only 4. Lindsay was safe, and that's all that mattered. Or so Tru thought.
