The newspapers lay where they’d landed, just inside the gate.
The sheriff’s car was parked along the road.
She rolled down her window and gave the deputy the code. He entered it and the gate swung open. “Wait here,” the other officer said, disappearing behind the house.
He returned, shrugging. “Locked tight. Curtains are drawn. ”
“Permission to break a window?” the older deputy asked her. “Faster than a locksmith.”
She nodded.
He came back ten minutes later, pale and shaken.
“What?” she asked, knowing.
“I’m sorry. They’re…gone.”
Her eyes burned. “Can I see them?”
“Please don’t. There was a gun.”
Chilling. Not sure I would want to see it either.
Whodunnit?
They did themselves
What a horrid situation. Now the why…
Oh wow. The was a gun. Well, that does it. :-) I was not expecting that. Well played.
I liked the way you built the tension to the shocking conclusion and yet left so much to the imagination.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Dear Josh,
Powerful, well-constructed story. Just enough information. Too many of those these days, aren’t there?
Shalom,
Rochelle
I assumed they’d committed suicide. I assumed elderly parents. so many layers to this.