Chapter 6
~*~ Chris' threat letters ~*~
"Who the hells car is that?" I said aloud. The four of us got out of the car. Someone got out of the other car.
"I'm looking for Kendra Davis. Do any of you know her? Or are any of you her?" The guy asked stepping into the light so we could see him.
"I'm Kendra what do you need?" I asked stepping forward.
"Kendra, what are you doing?" Greg whispered.
"Mam we need to talk to you please. And your boyfriend." He said.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well." He said. "Do you know a boy by the name of Christopher Trousdale?"
"Yes! Why?" Greg asked.
"Do you Miss?"
"Yes, why? What did Chris do now?"
"Well we found this." He said handing me a note. "In an abandoned car, which we later found out was his." I read the note. It said, 'It can't be so. He won't ask her, he's too nervous. Plus he knows I still love her. And when they break up she'll be mine, all mine. If Greg asks Kendra to marry him, I'll have to kill him.'
"Yeah, he was probably joking around." I said handing the note to Greg so he could read it.
"Nah." Greg said. "He's just playin'. Chris is my man. He'd never mean this stuff. Well at least not the kill me part."
"I'm not so sure about that." The guy said, handing me another paper. It read, 'Tonight's the night, Greg's gonna ask her. How the hell could he do this to me? She's gonna say no, I know she is. She doesn't love him like she loves me. She's gonna love me tomorrow though after I kill her precious baby, that is. No one will know it's me. They'll never be able to prove I killed Greg, and truthfully they'll never suspect I did it either."
"Do you think? Omg it sounds so convincing, but I don't know, I don't think Chris would do that. Would he?"
"Well we found weapons in his car too. A crowl bar, 2 guns, and a knife. Also an imprint of a handgun that he must be carrying on him. DO you know where he might be?"
"Yeah at the Ramada Inn over in Lewiston." Greg said. "I don't know what room number though."
"Lewiston? Is that far?"
"No." I answered laughing. "Next town over, across the bridge, down that way." I pointed down the hill.
"Oh ok thanx." The man said getting back into his car. "Be careful though, I mean around Chris. And please don't mention any of this to anyone, not even Chris."
"Alright." We said, and the car was gone. We went inside laughing.
"Who the hells car is that?" I said aloud. The four of us got out of the car. Someone got out of the other car.
"I'm looking for Kendra Davis. Do any of you know her? Or are any of you her?" The guy asked stepping into the light so we could see him.
"I'm Kendra what do you need?" I asked stepping forward.
"Kendra, what are you doing?" Greg whispered.
"Mam we need to talk to you please. And your boyfriend." He said.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well." He said. "Do you know a boy by the name of Christopher Trousdale?"
"Yes! Why?" Greg asked.
"Do you Miss?"
"Yes, why? What did Chris do now?"
"Well we found this." He said handing me a note. "In an abandoned car, which we later found out was his." I read the note. It said, 'It can't be so. He won't ask her, he's too nervous. Plus he knows I still love her. And when they break up she'll be mine, all mine. If Greg asks Kendra to marry him, I'll have to kill him.'
"Yeah, he was probably joking around." I said handing the note to Greg so he could read it.
"Nah." Greg said. "He's just playin'. Chris is my man. He'd never mean this stuff. Well at least not the kill me part."
"I'm not so sure about that." The guy said, handing me another paper. It read, 'Tonight's the night, Greg's gonna ask her. How the hell could he do this to me? She's gonna say no, I know she is. She doesn't love him like she loves me. She's gonna love me tomorrow though after I kill her precious baby, that is. No one will know it's me. They'll never be able to prove I killed Greg, and truthfully they'll never suspect I did it either."
"Do you think? Omg it sounds so convincing, but I don't know, I don't think Chris would do that. Would he?"
"Well we found weapons in his car too. A crowl bar, 2 guns, and a knife. Also an imprint of a handgun that he must be carrying on him. DO you know where he might be?"
"Yeah at the Ramada Inn over in Lewiston." Greg said. "I don't know what room number though."
"Lewiston? Is that far?"
"No." I answered laughing. "Next town over, across the bridge, down that way." I pointed down the hill.
"Oh ok thanx." The man said getting back into his car. "Be careful though, I mean around Chris. And please don't mention any of this to anyone, not even Chris."
"Alright." We said, and the car was gone. We went inside laughing.