|Cassie makes good on a promise|
Even with the door shut, she could make out every detail of the Mustang, light filtering in from the round peep hole window near the peaked roof. She fought the desire to slide into the passenger seat one last time. To smell the scent of the leather seats mixed with his cologne, and reminisce about things gained and lost. Cassie shook her head in disgust. These things were best done without the weight of emotional nonsense. It wasn't like she hadn't tried to make it work. Hadn't tried to fix things. The man was simply a heartless beast, deserving of what ever came his way. Conscience on hold, she maneuvered her small body between the overhead door and the front of the car, and then slid silently underneath the carriage.
|Maureen finds the keys to Ted's Mustang in the vanity drawer|
But the elderly couple was far too busy with the last minute dinner crowd, and she was able to slip sight unseen out the back door. The humming air conditioning blocked out any noise from the outside, and they never heard the overhead door open or close. Within minutes, the little shed was empty, and Maureen was on her way
|The Faerie Queen watches in frustration, unable to prevent impending doom.|
She had forced herself to walk at a leisurely pace back to the truck, drawing no attention, the mail bag bouncing on her hip. There was no activity from the utility truck, and Cassie breathed a sigh of relief as she slid into the seat. She threw the near empty mailbag on the floor beside and her, and took a minute to let her pulse settle to a normal beat. It would have been so very rewarding to stick around and watch the results of her work, but common sense prevailed. She needed to be long gone by the time Teddy took that Mustang for its last drive.
|Fr. Kevin receives bad news in the church basement, while Mrs. Sherman looks on.|
He dug the phone from his pocket, still balancing three slices of pepperoni pizza in the other hand.
"Yes...this is Fr. O'Kenney. Yes. She's my sister." He listened to the voice on the other end, his face losing all color, the paper plate sliding from his hand and dropping to the floor with a wet smack. "Is she all right?" Mrs. Sherman stopped what she was doing, and looked in alarm at her Pastor's expression, but he offered no explanation. "Yes...I understand. I'm on my way. Do you know if her husband has been notified?" The voice on the other end explained, but it was as if he could only hear every third word over the pounding of his heart in his throat. "No...that's understandable. They've only been married a few weeks." Kevin nodded along with the voice, and when he hung up, found himself unable to move for a full 60 seconds.
Mrs. Sherman pelted him with a million questions, but all he could do was wave her off. Part of his head was praying like mad, going through a litany of every saint he could possibly call on, while the other part was making a mental list of who needed to be called, the first of which would prove to be the most difficult.
He went through his contact list, and found the number to his private cell. He surely didn't want to call him on the station phone. Not with news of this sort. It rang only once before it was answered, his brother-in-law's deep voice on the other end. "Ted? It's Kevin. There's been an accident. It's Maureen."
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