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A voice was chanting around her, not coming from anywhere but yet from
everywhere. She wanted to wake up so badly but her body was refusing to obey.
She was running through the woods clothed in nothing. She had the feeling of
being hunted. It was scaring her beyond belief.
Although by whom, she was not entirely sure of. At times she would see Ciaran
not far behind lopping along smiling gleefully at her. Then he would change
into her stepfather blood flowing down the front of his body, yelling that it
was all her fault that he was dead and that she would pay.
Looking behind her again she couldn’t see anyone. Turning her head forward she
smacked into an unmoving object. The wind was knocked from her. “Got you!”
Heather’s eyes flew open she stared at a ceiling that was not her own. Sitting
up in bed she looked around and saw that she was in Tina’s guest bedroom.
Laying back down she rolled onto her side. She noticed a picture sitting on
the bed next to her it was a picture of…
“OH MY GOSH!” Heather exclaimed as she sat up in bed again.
Tina came stumbling through the adjoining bedroom, “What’s the matter?”
Heather started laughing hysterically.
“You’ve lost it and I’m going back to bed. I suggest you do the same.” Tina
let out another yawn. Turning she started walking back to her room.
“No Tina wait! You’re wearing your favorite long white bear shirt. And you
also have a pair of socks on.”
Tina stopped and turned and looked at Heather. “You can see?”
Heather nodded her head.
“That’s great.” Tina grinned at her. “Okay since it’s Friday night and it’s
still kinda early so wanna watch a movie?”
“Better believe it!” Heather threw back the covers and ran after Tina to her
room.
The only thing in the living room somewhat new and untouched was a baby grand
piano. It was beautiful. Standing up he decided that he needed to get a closer
look. Something about it seemed to call to him.
Sitting on the bench he carefully lifted the cover to the keys. They seemed
untouched as if human hands had never dared to play a single note.
He noticed sitting on top of the piano was a picture of a lovely girl. He was
guessing that it was Denise Lavoie’s daughter Heather. She was somewhat
pale in complexion but it complemented her thick dark hair. She had gray eyes
surrounded by black eyelashes. Nodding his head in approval he looked back
down at the keys.
Not being able to hold back. He started playing. It was a tune that his
father had taught him when he was 16. It didn’t have a name, or adleast his father
never told it to him. It reminded him of a love story. A tragic one though.
He was lost in the music he didn’t notice Mrs. Lavoie walk up next to him.
When the song ended he laid his hands gently over the keys and took a deep
breath.
“That was beautiful.”
Jumping he finally realized she was standing next to him. “Mrs. Lavoie I
didn’t notice you standing there. I’m sorry I couldn’t resist. It’s been so
long since the last time I’d played I didn’t know if I still had it in me.”
Standing him he closed the piano and walked away from it. He could still feel
it tugging at him.
“No it’s quite alright. It’s been so long since any one in this house has had
any inspiration to play. It’s nice to know it’s still in key.” Picking up her
daughter’s picture she looked at it lovingly. “I’m sorry your coffee is ready,
I set it on the coffee table. Now I know you didn’t just come here to play my
piano, there must be a reason. It’s not everyday the police visit you.”
Marshal blushed, he didn’t know why but suddenly he had wished it wasn’t him
giving the bad news.
“Well mam…”
“Denise, please if you don’t mind.”
“Sorry. Denise I’m not sure how to put this but we found your husband dead up
at your summerhouse on the lake.”
He watched as she set down her cup of coffee and sat down slowly. Blinking a
few times she looked up at him. “But how? Mark could always take care of
himself. He’s a big man. If you didn’t notice.”
“Yes we noticed. And we’re not quite sure ourselves. It looks like he was
almost attacked. His throat had been ripped out.” Mentally smacking himself he
looked at her apologetically. “I’m sorry I don’t mean to sound so callous. But
we need to find out what happened.”
Nodding her head she looked up at him. He could see tears brimming her eyes.
Whipping them away she took a shaky breath she squared her shoulders.
“No it’s quit all right. I’m sure it’s procedure. Do I…do I need to identify
the body at all? Cause if so I could follow you down…”
“We do need you to come down to the station, but let me drive you.”
She smiled up at him and he could almost hear his heart sigh.
“Mrs. Lavoie? Yeah she’s here hold on.” Tina set the phone down and walked
back into her room. She looked down at Heather she had fallen asleep during
the movie. Reaching down she shook her awake.
“Huh? What is it Tina I’m sleeping.”
“I know but your mom is on the phone.”
Heather sat up slowly looking at the bedside clock she could see it was 8:30
in the morning, “Mom? Okay I’m getting up. Sheesh can’t anyone get a full
nights rest around here?” Standing up she slowly walked to the phone in the
hallway. “Hello? Mom what’s wrong?”
Heather strained to hear what her mother was saying through her sobs. She
started piecing together what her mother was telling her.
“Okay yeah, no I’ll stay here. Bye.” Heather hung up the phone a numb feeling
starting at the bottom of her feet and make it’s way up her legs. Suddenly her
legs gave out on her.
Tina heard the thump and ran out to the hallway. “Heather what’s wrong?
Heather can you hear me?”
Heather turned her pale face to Tina’s. With a trembling voice she answered,
“They know.”
Mine Part 5
