Part 5
Fred opened his front door and Becky stepped inside. It was
pitch black so Fred closed the door and lit a lamp and took Becky's
hand and led her down the lightened hallway. He led her upstairs.
"This is a nice place," Said Becky wide eyed. There was
a rich red carpet running down the long hallway and the stairs and
there were many portraits on the walls.
Fred smiled. "This
is your room," They stopped outside the door which was closest
to the stairs. Fred opened it and they walked inside. Fred lit
another lamp and placed it on a white dressing table.
"This
is beautiful," Becky smiled running her long fingers along the
dresser.
"I know," Fred said.
Becky turned to him
and said "I'm really grateful, you may have saved my life, the
maniac aint gonna find me ere is he?"
"I hope not!"
The image of Becky's damaged body came back into his head. He shook
it forcefully and ran his hands through his hair.
"What's the
matter?" Becky asked putting her hand on his shoulder.
"It's
nothing," Fred kissed her hand and tried to forget what he had
just seen. "You'll be ok in here won't you?" He asked.
"Of
course," Becky smiled. "Goodnight Inspector,"
"Call
me Fred...goodnight sweetheart," Fred kissed her lips and left
Becky alone in the lightened room...