On the fourth day, the messages on the internet changed. The pictures of Michelle’s mutilated body showed up again. But the message tied to them was different. “Dear, Michelle. I know who did this to you. I know who took your life from you.” There were several pictures of Michelle, walking in the sunshine, at a botanical garden, with roses everywhere. She was smiling, and happy. “I know who took this from you.” Pictures of her in line with a friend, buying movie tickets, and laughing. “I know who stole your life from you.”
Then, the sheriff’s voice spoke, “I said, lay low for now. Stay out of sight. I’ll take care of it.”
A muffled voice answered, “I’ll talk with the boys. See what they can stir up. Stop the guy.”
“Would be a shame if Janie knew about you and Shelly.”
There was silence for a moment, then the sheriff’s voice, “Try not to kill anybody. OK.”
“No promises. We’ll take care of this.”
Then the text changed to say, “Oh, sheriff… I think Janie knows about Shelly now…”
Lastly, there was a picture of a house, in a good neighborhood, with a big tree in the front yard, and roses along the porch. Beneath that was a timer counting down from eight hours. Beneath that the text asked, “Almost time for more trouble. And when will that be? When time runs out.”
It was almost time to give Michelle the justice she deserved.
Getting closer to the end of this Armor 17 story. Wonder what I should do with it when the draft is finished. I think of something, I suppose. Anyway. It’s Week 324 of #ThursThreads, hosted by Siobhan Muir. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who turn out weekly.