I didn’t think this was good enough to show you last week and sadly, I haven’t changed one little word in it all week. I haven’t even read over it. So, forgive me for giving you the rough and undone. It’s all I’ve got.
Chapter 3 continued from week 8…
“One of Mason’s boys gave me the address. Since you wouldn’t answer your phone, I had to come tell you the news in person, and it wasn’t easy. The traffic on the Whitestone Bridge cost me nearly two hours and a quarter tank of gas.”
“What news?” She asked, pulling herself to a sitting position. The thought of more bad news sent the Chinese food into a tummy tumble.
Taking one of her soft hands in his rough, fire beaten hand, he looked into her eyes. “They found the murder weapon.”
“Mason’s boys went combed the area down by the pond and they found Hirum’s old walking stick.”
She grabbed her stomach, doubling over in pain. Chinese food would forever mean death to her.
He took his free hand and rubbed her back with short swirling motions.
“I don’t feel so good.” She said. “Why didn’t they find it that day, when Mason went by and found Mimi?”
“I don’t know, really. Mason said with all the downed limbs from this winter’s snows, the stick just blended in. They must have missed it.”
Lacy ran a hand through her mousey brown hair. It caught in the tangles. “Where would they get the walking stick? It doesn’t make sense.”
“I know. That’s what Mason’s boys said, but he thinks somebody was breaking in looking for easy cash and grabbed at whatever they could use for a weapon.. Then they must’ve run into the woods and dropped the stick among the brush. I’m sure they thought no one would find and it and they were right. Almost.”
“You drove all the way down here to tell me that?”
“Well, not just that. Lace, I couldn’t get you off my mind. I had to come. You left without even saying goodbye. Besides, I wanna see New York. You could show me around.”
“You’re staying?” Her eyes turned wide as saucers.
“Oh, uh, Tony can have the couch tonight.” Both Tony and Lacy turned to look at Jane. They forget she was in the room.
“Ya, the couch is great. I love couches, especially if you want to stay on it with me.” Tony winked at Lacy’s shocked face.
Jane’s laughter filled the room. “Lace, you keep a lot of secrets, but I can’t believe you haven’t told me about this guy. You better wake up before you lose him.” Turning a wide smile on Tony, she said, “I’ll show you round New York tomorrow. I’m sure the school can find a sub for me.”
“That’s it.” Lacy said getting to her feet. “Tony, you get the couch. I have a shoot scheduled tomorrow afternoon, but you can tag along and I’ll show you the city after.”
“You,” Lacy said turning to Jane, “will go to school tomorrow. And, I wasn’t hiding Tony from you. It’s just that up until a few days ago, I hadn’t seen him in ten years.”
“Well, I’m here now and you’ll be seeing a lot of me.” Tony said. He spread out and pulled the couch blanket over him. “You ladies have short blankets.” The bottom half of his shins, ankles, and boot clad feet stuck out from the little snowmen on the blue fleece blanket. “But, I think this will do for tonight. Lace, you sure you don’t want to join me?”
Lacy rolled her eyes while Jane laughed all the way to her bedroom.
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