Ch.10

It wasn't an accident

Teresa read and re-read the note over and over again.

Fox walked into the room.

"Sam said it could just be a prank."

"A prank?" Teresa spat out. "This isn't a prank Fox…someone is trying to tell us something…they are trying to tell us about little Ethan."

"Teresa…"

"It wasn't an accident Fox! My son, our son was murdered!"

"We cant jump to conclusions sweetheart…this could be nothing."

"No it's something Fox…I can feel it. Somebody knows what really happened to my baby, and pretty soon we will too."

He shook his head.

"I hope you're right Teresa."

She smiled.

"I know I am. We need to figure out who wrote this note."

"Well, its almost 2 in the morning…we're going to have to work on it tomorrow…right now we need to sleep."

Teresa looked at him.

"I cant sleep right now Fox…I think I need some fresh air."

"Alright I'll go with you-"

"No, that's ok…you're exhausted. I'm just going to go walk around the beach for a minute."

"I'm not going to let you go out by yourself Resa."

"Fox stop it. I'm a big girl ok?"

He sighed.

"Well at least make sure you have your cell phone…if you're not back in a ½ hour I'm calling."

She smiled.

"Ok."

He walked her to the door.

"Go to sleep." She said kissing his cheek. "I'll be home soon."

He watched her as she walked out of view. Then, he went to lie down.

Teresa's thoughts were in overdrive.

"I have to figure out who wrote his note."

She made it to the pier and looked out over the beach. She loved coming here, smelling the ocean. It always relaxed her.

"Well hello Teresa."

She jumped, startled.

"Alistair?"

The old man walked over beside her.

"It's a nice night for a stroll don't you agree?"

"Alistair what are you doing out here?"

"I needed to clear my head," he said. "How about you?"

Teresa hated when he tried to make small talk…she knew he always had other plans.

"What are you really doing out here?"

He ignored her question.

"I'm surprised to see Fox isn't out here with you."

"He was tired." She answered quickly and coldly.

"Doesn't he know it's dangerous out here? A pretty little thing like you, being all alone…who knows what kind of creeps are out here at this time."

"I'm talking to the biggest one of all."

He laughed.

"Teresa Lopez- Fitzgerald, you have no idea just how big of a creep I can be." he reached over, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"You disgust me." she got out of his grasp and walked away.

He laughed as she left, amused at how easily flustered he could make her. He hated that girl more than anything.

After she had left, he looked down, noticing the piece of paper she had dropped.

He picked it up.

It wasn't an accident.

He blood boiled. His fist tightly grasped the paper.

"Someone thinks they can rat me out do they?"

He crushed the paper and threw it over the pier.

"I'm going to make them wish they had never been born."