My Secret Window, Our Secret Garden
Chapter 2: Dinner and a Murder?!
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The next day all was quiet at the home of Mort as he slept on his couch again. He woke up minutes later to the sound of the telephone.
He sat up groggily and finally reached the phone.
'Hello?' he said lazily.
'Hello, Mort its Elena.' The voice said.
'Oh hello.'
'I'm sorry, did I wake you?'
'No, I was just getting up anyway, so how have you been for the past ten hours?' he said.
'Mort, anyway I was wondering what time you want me over they're?'
'Oh, well I've got to talk to someone till five and he's going to be here in twenty minutes so I can't talk and neither can you okay?'
'Okay.'
'Then I'll pick you up at about seven okay?'
'Great I'll see you there.'
'Bye Elena.'
'Bye Mort.'
He heard a click on the phone and hung up as well then muttered to himself before going upstairs to get dressed.
At about three o clock Mort walked back down to the phone and called her up once again.
After a few rings he heard her voice again.
'Hello?' it said.
'Hey.' Mort said.
'I thought you couldn't talk.'
'He never showed pompous .' Mort said griping.
'Oh I'm so sorry Mort.'
'It's okay that just means we can go out even earlier.'
'Oh great!' she said happily.
'So, how about an hour if that's okay?' he said cheerfully.
'That's perfect!' she said.
'Okay, bye bye Mort.' She said.
'Bye.'
They both hung up and Mort went upstairs for his best clothes.
He came down with a sweatshirt, ski hat, and jeans.
He opened his door and walked out to his car started it and drove off to pick up the Mayor.
He came to the office and saw her out there and as she came over he smiled.
'Do you live here?' he asked.
'Basically.' She said laughing as she sat into the seat.
They drove off to a quaint little restaurant in the middle of Tashmore Lake called "Tashmore Seafood" which Mort had been to recently.
'It's a very nice place I know you'll love it.' Mort said opening the door for her.
As they walked in many eyes fell upon them not because of the Mayor but of Mort.
'I'm sorry Mr. Rainey, your not allowed to be in town anymore I'll have to ask you to leave before I call the authorities.' The waiter said snobbishly.
'Excuse me I'm the mayor and I order you to let us in.' Elena yelled.
'Oh, I'm sorry Ms. Elena right this way.' He said guiding them to a table.
When he walked away Mort saw him talking to the chef and sighed.
'I get it a lot.' He said.
'I'm sorry why do they do this I've heard so many rumors that I really would like to hear the truth.' She said.
'Well, that's all they are rumors but the original one is that I killed my ex-wife and her lover Amy and Ted but its bull so don't ever think about it okay?' he said.
'I don't okay?' she said holding his hand and smiling.
They were given a pretty normal service and they left without any complaints.
They drove up to her house and dropped her off with a kiss to him from her as she waved to him.
He stood there admiring the kiss before backing up to drive back to the cabin.
He reached it and saw that a small black mustang was parked in front of his house.
He stopped and climbed out of his car looking inside and figuring it out.
'He was late damn it.' He thought.
'Jeez, who knows how long he's been here.' He said outloud.
He opened his door and saw no one.
'Hello?' he said.
No answer.
He looked up at his desk upstairs and saw a dark figure in the chair.
'Hello?' he said again walking towards the stairs.
He slowly climbed them still asking the same question until he saw the figure and gagged at the sight of horror.
The interviewer a small hatchet was lodged into his chest blood on his laptop.
He fell downstairs and blacked out.
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