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Chapter Two: Home Sweet Home

Jennifer Rainey was 5'1" tall.  She had chocolate brown eyes and wavy brown hair that had been bleached the year before and never redyed that was somewhere in between her chin and shoulders.  She of course, wore blue framed glasses in a similar style as her father's.

After talking to Kaycee, Jennifer had packed a suitcase and got on a plane to Riverdale, Maine.  It was a long flight, so Jennifer amused herself by reading the book of poetry she had published.  It wasn't a best seller, which was nice.  Jennifer didn't want to be a writer by profession.  She didn't know what she wanted to do, so to pay bills, she worked at a department store in St. Paul.  Lake House and Other Poems by J.E. Rainey it was called.  It consisted of twenty poems she had written over the years.  Stuff about Riverdale, Tashmore Lake, running away, and small town life were most of the subjects in her poems.

Jennifer found a hotel near the airport, and caught a taxi for St. Lucius.

"Hello, I'm here to see Morton Rainey," Jennifer said.

The receptionist blinked in surprise at the young woman who looked so much like the man in question.

"Are you family?" she asked.

"Technically," said Jennifer.

The receptionist looked confused.

"I'm his daughter, but we haven't spoken in several years," answered Jennifer.

"Well, I'm sure he'd be happy to see you," said the receptionist, "Bob, I need you to escort Miss Rainey to room 12 C." (This last part was said over an intercom.)

An orderly who Jennifer assumed was Bob came a few minutes later to take Jennifer to see her father.

"Jenny?" asked Mort Rainey when Jennifer walked into his room.

"Yes, Dad, it's Jenny," Jennifer answered.

"I'd never thought I'd see you again," Mort said.

"Me, either, but when the sheriff of Tashmore Lake said you was here and mom was dead, I had to come and see you," replied Jennifer.

"I didn't kill Amy.  It was Shooter.  He did it, not me," said Mort.

Jennifer wondered who the heck Shooter was, but didn't say anything.

"We tried to have a baby a year after you left, but Amy lost it," said Mort, trying to make conversation.

"I'm sorry.  Mom must've been devastated," said Jennifer.

"She was for a while," said Mort.

Jennifer and Mort talked for about twenty minutes, catching up, then Bob entered and said, "Your time's up, miss."

"Okay.  Bye, Dad.  I'll see you tomorrow," said Jennifer.

"Bye, Jenny," said Mort.

Back at the reception desk, Jennifer asked who Shooter was.

"That's the identity Mr. Rainey assumed when he killed all those people," the receptionist replied quietly.

"Oh," said Jennifer.

When Jennifer reached her hotel room, she thought about her visit with Mort. 

The receptionist said that shooter was a personality of dad, and dad said that it wasn't him who killed those people, it was Shooter.  That makes sense. He's right, technically.

Jennifer laid down on her bed and took a nap.

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A/N: Wow, five pages. I guess I did make this one longer. Well, there's still more to come.  Watch for a Sherlock Holmes reference and small self-insert in future chapters. Review, please.