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entering Rachel’s apartment. I was shocked by the feelings that instantly began rushing through my body. The realization hit me that I was standing in the middle of the home of the person who ruined my life. Images of my wife and daughter flooded my mind like a slideshow stuck on fast forward. Suddenly, I began to feel dizzy and I grabbed a table to steady myself. “Deep breaths...deep breaths...deep breaths,” I instructed myself aloud.
After gaining my composure, I focused on the mission at hand. This was a reconnaissance exercise to gather information to fill in blanks on the schematic. I wasn’t ready to disburse Brian’s DNA around here, yet. That action would wait until the evening prior to the abduction. I walked around, not touching anything, just observing and collecting any information that could help my plan be executed seamlessly.
There were framed photos on the end tables. I saw one of Rachel and her stepmother April, and a separate photo with her father. I hoped, for his sake, the man had finally wised up and left the bitch, though that would mean he’s probably penniless today. I continued to survey my surroundings...opening drawers with a glove on my hand, thumbing through her bills and paperwork. I bent to open a file drawer, which was actually a plastic container slid under the bottom of a makeshift desk she’d put together.
I froze where I was standing. The only thing in the drawer was a file, laying face up titled: “The Accident.” I debated whether or not to open the file, but if I left the apartment not having done so, it would bother me more than whatever contents it held. So, I reached down with my
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The Houseguest by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life