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Chapter Nine: The Homecoming
Jenna was in Riverdale for a week, before going back to New York City.
"I'm sorry, Morton, but I need to go back to work. You understand, right?" she asked.
"Of course, I do, Jenna. Interior decorating is so demanding," replied Mort, glad that Jenna was leaving.
I liked her, Mr. Rainey.
I'm not surprised, thought Mort, too bad you couldn't introduce yourself to her.
There's always next time.
The next day, Dr. Kravitz visited Mort in his room.
"Mort, I think you can stay with Jennifer," he said.
"Really?" asked Mort.
"Yes, but you won't be officially released. You have to come back for our sessions. Shooter's still here, but he doesn't seem to be doing anything to anyone, so we'll try for two weeks," replied Dr. Kravitz.
"Hello?"
"Is this Jennifer Rainey?"
"No. Hold on, I'll get her," said Zizi, "Jen, telephone!"
Jennifer ran downstairs.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Miss Rainey, as a two week trial, we will be sending you your father. He'll be coming back to the asylum for his appointments with Dr. Kravitz and won't be officially released, but you can pick him up today," said Maria.
"Yes," Jennifer shrieked after she hung up the phone.
"What?" asked Zizi, reading her copy of The Sign of Four by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
"I can pick up my dad and he can live with us for two weeks!" Jennifer was excited.
"Cool! Let's go," said Zizi, dropping her book on the floor.
"You're going out like that?" Jennifer asked, referring to Zizi's gray spaghetti strap shirt and red flannel pajama pants.
"No," she said, running up the stairs.
Ten minutes later, Zizi came back down, dressed in a gray and orange striped three quarter length shirt, and army green cargo shorts.
"Ready," she proclaimed, grabbing her car keys.
At St. Lucius, Mort was sitting in the lobby holding 'Jenny-Bunny', and a notebook.
"Ready? Zizi's got the car out front," said Jennifer, walking over to Mort.
"Here's your rabbit," he said, holding out the toy.
Jennifer took it and said, "Thanks."
As they left the asylum, Mort said, "Zizi Mc Cain? They let her drive?"
Dr. Kravitz, and his son, Bob, were in the lobby when the Raineys left.
"I'm not sure that was a good idea, dad," Bob said.
"Why not?" asked Dr. Kravitz.
"The man has a psycho killer living in his head, that's why," replied Bob.
"Don't worry. I gave my number to Jennifer, so she can call me if Shooter tries to kill any of them," said Dr. Kravitz.
Bob looked at his father like he was crazy, and then went back to work.
"Henry, you have a call on line one," said Maria.
"Thank you, Maria," said Dr. Kravitz, walking over to her desk.
"Hey, Mr. Rainey," said Zizi, when Mort and Jennifer were in the car, "long time, no see."
"Hello, Zizi," said Mort, "I can't believe you're allowed to drive. I remember when you hit my car with your bicycle."
"Don't worry, Mr. Rainey, I haven't been in any accidents with this baby, yet," laughed Zizi, "Jen's staying at my house, so if you're living with her, then you'll be staying there, too."
"Oh," said Mort, "okay."
At Zizi's house, Jennifer showed Mort his room.
"Here you are, Dad. Home sweet home for the next two weeks," she said.
"Thank you, Jenny-Bunny," said Mort.
"No problem, Dad. We're family, after all," shrugged Jennifer.
Chapter Six: Toby Greene Shows Off What He Can Do
The news the next day were full of the 'Brighton Mystery' as they deemed it. Everyone had a long account of the matter, and some had leaders upon it. There was some information that was new to me. I still have in my journal several clippings and such bearing upon the case…
"Mr. Rainey, you can use my computer in the study for your story," said Zizi, peering over Mort's shoulder as he was writing his story on the living room couch.
"Thank you, Zizi," replied Mort, looking at Jennifer's friend.
"What are you writing?" she asked.
"The Empty House Murder," said Mort, "it's about two detectives, Sherrinford Honer and Jordan Watts, who are trying to figure out who killed this guy in an abandoned house."
"Cool. I can't wait for when it comes out. Reminds me of Sherlock Holmes," said Zizi.
That night, while everyone was sleeping, Shooter completely took control of Mort's body. Mort was sleeping, so he didn't notice. Shooter/Mort walked down to the kitchen, grabbed the largest butcher knife Zizi owned, and went upstairs into Jennifer's room. Shooter/Mort crept close to the bed, and held the knife over her chest. Shooter/Mort was about ready to plunge the knife into her body when both Mort and Jennifer woke up. Shooter decided to leave.
"Dad, what are you doing in my room with that knife?" she asked.
"I don't know. What am I doing in your room with this knife?" Mort was confused; he didn't remember getting out of bed, let alone grabbing a knife out of the kitchen, and entering his daughter's room.
Jennifer shrugged. "How the heck am I supposed to know?" She paused. "Dad, give me the knife," she said, slowly.
"Why?" he asked.
Mort was curious about his daughter's change in behavior.
"I think Shooter took over while you were sleeping, so I want you to give me the knife before he comes back," replied Jennifer, like she was talking to someone incredibly dense, like Zizi.
"Oh," said Mort, "take it. I don't want it."
He threw the knife to Jennifer.
"I am going to put this knife back in the kitchen, and when I come back, I want to see you in your bed asleep," said Jennifer, leaving her room.
How do you like that? Your girl thinks she can order you around like you're the child.
Jenny knows what she's talking about. You better leave before I call Dr. Kravitz, Mort thought.
I'll go. When I kill your daughter.
I won't let that happen. I'll kill you before that comes.
If you wanna kill me, you'd better kill yourself. The only way I'll truly be gone is when you're gone, Mr. Rainey. G'night.
After Shooter left, Mort did what Jennifer said, and went back in his room and slept.
A/N: Well, there's chapter nine! Eleven pages, is that a record? I think it is! Anyway, more will come soon, so review!