Celwriter: I know that a lot of you wish that I could have updated sooner and I'm sorry but I'm short on time. Anyway, here is the chapter.
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Chapter 23

Cel laid Mort's body on the couch. He would wake up in a few hours when the sleeping pills wore off. They had worked like they were supposed to, exactly one hour after Mort ate the ground-up bits in his oatmeal. She took out the blanks from the gun and loaded it with real bullets, but left one out.

Mort would wake up and believe that Shooter really was dead. She would say that she turned in the body and that the sheriff had already acquitted her of all charges on the grounds of self-defense. Shooter would also believe he was dead, or at least he hopefully would. Her plan would work just as long as Mort did not find out what she had done.

Cel washed the dishes and got her things ready for going to the movies with Ricky. She knew think that Mort might think that he had fainted, but she would tell him that he hit his head on the table by the couch. It would work because when Mort, or 'Shooter,' was taken by the sleeping pills, he immediately fell on the floor and got a large bump.

Everything was working out just as she had planned, except for one thing. It, or should I say he, was walking in front of her house. It was Tom, the sheriff of another town. He had only one more day to prove that Mort was a killer before Sheriff Kleany dropped the charges.

Cel stepped outside.

"Why good morning, Tom! How can I help you?" Tom turned, surprised, towards the girl. There she stood, wondering why he was there. He had to come up with something. * * *