I’d learned, from public records at the library, who owned the building, and I’d learned they wanted to replace it. Tear it down, put up a new building. But, they couldn’t. The city viewed the old building as a historic structure, even had it on the list of historic sites. Can’t believe I’d never known that.
The owner wanted the building destroyed. They’d only needed a way to destroy it. That’s where she’d come in.
I had a pretty solid guess who she was, from a missing persons search. It took a while to narrow the list down. You have no idea how many women are listed on the government’s missing person list.
My only real question was, “Where are they hiding her?”
That’s why I wound up standing beside that fake lake again, hearing what I’d heard in an old movie somewhere, “Always go with your first instinct.” I stood there, wishing I had eyes that could see through the water, and the ground under it. Wishing I could see where the entrance was to the room they kept her in.
“Time to try something different. Something new.” I started walking around the lake. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was looking for. But, like Deborah would tell me, “How did you know to be at that building?”
Some feeling that I can’t describe, or explain, knew where I needed to be, and what to look for. After all the decades, I was still learning to ignore everything, including my thoughts, and let my body do what it somehow knew to do.
I walked around that lake for hours. Lap after lap. All night long, until my feet stopped walking. I didn’t have to look. I knew the door was there, and I was standing on it.
It’s Week 105 of #SwiftFicFriday, hosted by Katheryn Avila. I’m still wondering what the heck is going on with this story. There seems to be only one way for me to find out. Anyway. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #SwiftFicFriday. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up regularly.