The Boy Next Door
The police had really done a number on Mom. Dad had to give her a sedative to calm her down. Lindsey knew her Mom was fragile and so did Clem. He was right about not telling her that day.Maybe they were both wrong she didn’t have to find out from the police. Lindsey believed it would have been much calmer if they told her themselves.
She was much better in the morning. Margaret even made breakfast which Lindsey ate and finished just to me her happy. No one mentioned the police, DNAs or Leah King and Lindsey wanted it to stay that way.
Lindsey walked out of the house in blue jeans, a pink top, a long white cardigan. The blue sky was obscured by morning clouds. A bitter breeze clapped her cheeks. She couldn’t wait to turn on the heater in the car.
‘Ugh, Clement! Hurry up!’ Lindsey yelled at the house.
Other than Clement, Jordan was the only other person Lindsey knew. Approaching people when she had someone else’s face was like attempting to climb Mount Everest. Jordan and Lindsey strolled the halls in comfortable silence until they got to the parking lot. Lindsey knew it was weird for Jordan but she needed her company. Jordan didn’t ask questions anymore or stare at her awkwardly. Clem was by the car with his usual radical looking crew and his new girlfriend Amber. She’s a red head in serious need of a protein package at a salon. Serge’s German vehicle was right where she left it. ‘Hey Jordan, you know that guy—’ Lindsey fumbled with her words. Jordan raised her brow. ‘What guy?’ Serge emerged from the school, Lindsey bobbed her head at him when he stopped to speak to a guy. Jordan smirked and narrowed her eyes at him. ‘I see you. He’s okay but that one is more up m
Lindsey walked into the sitting room. Two policemen sat on her couch while her parents stood in an embrace. Clem sat with his arms crossed over his chest as far from the policemen as he could. The Detective who visited them last time stood when Lindsey made herself known to them. Margaret’s face was red with worry. ‘What’s going on?’ She asked. ‘They’re here for the DNA test.’ Her Dad spoke. Margaret buried her chest into Trey’s chest. Lindsey backed up. Detective Luther's eyes shot up, fearing Lindsey would bolt. ‘Is this really necessary? I’m not Leah King! How many times do I have to say it?!’ ‘That’s what you say but we have to investigate to be certain.’ Detective Luther said. ‘Mom, Dad can’t you say no?’ ‘They wouldn’t do that if they had nothing to hide.’‘It’s alright Lindsey they just want your hair. Let’s get
Hollow Cove Woods The house had been fully established now Lindsey’s parents were left with the small matter of getting their dream restaurant up and running. Lindsey and Clem tried to help out when they could, mostly Lindsey since Clem had a new girlfriend and group of friends he had to keep up with. When Lindsey wasn’t sweeping at the restaurant she was doing homework with Jordan, or critiquing Serge's far from perfect cooking skills. Lindsey still feared what her Father would do when he found out Lindsey was spending long hours with a boy. School hadn’t gotten less weird, she could have sworn she had three stalkers. If it weren’t for Jordan practically chasing most people away she would have dropped out of school at least until the case was over. Lindsey thought the DNA test would have taken top priority but it had been almost a week and the results still weren’t out. One day a ‘Remember Leah King' poster had been stuck on
Blood & Questions The envelope with the results that could blow Detective Luther’s case wide open sat on his desk. He’d been staring at it for nearly half an hour. It should have been in Hollow Cove sooner but the M.E’s office in the next town didn’t understand the significance of the case. The case that haunted him. It was like a poker game, he was pondering his next move. He knew the results without a shadow of a doubt, but what he would do with them he didn’t know. The office door opened and slammed shut. ‘Luther the results are in!’ Detective Harry said. He’d recently been assigned to help Luther. He was a younger detective with truck loads of enthusiasm. ‘I know.’ He pointed at his desk. ‘Then why haven’t you opened it yet? What are you waiting for?’ Luther straightened himself. ‘Go ahead Harry do the honors.’ Harry picked up the envelope and ripped the top off
Leah Lindsey’s Mom had her head in her hands when Detective Luther left their home. She wouldn’t let Lindsey comfort her. ‘I don’t know whether to be happy or freaked out about this. They’re not trying to take you away from me that’s good.’ She paced the room. ‘Mom do you want me to call Dad?’ Margaret shook her head. ‘He’s busy with the restaurant. I need to find your birth certificate, every hospital report, photo albums and… yes the adoption papers. Detective Luther might find them useful.’Margaret started up the stairs, rumbling all the way.Lindsey shot her Dad a quick text. Lindsey didn’t want to leave her Mom home alone, but her fingers trembled and sweat drenched her armpits. She marched out the front door, hoping her Dad would be home any time. Lindsey ran all the way to Serge's house. She hammered on the door. Serge answered a couple seconds later. His hair
Familiar Faces Margaret stuck the broom under the brown table. She couldn’t wait until all the cutting, smashing and painting was done. They needed replace the broken tiles with a modern wooden floor and brand new glass for the massive window. They had just finished the repairs on the ceiling, half of it was gone in the kitchen when they bought the place. They required a whole new kitchen something they both didn’t mind. Trey held paint samples up to the light. It was just the two of them that Saturday afternoon, the electrician cancelled on them. Despite all the work that needed to be done the restaurant was the last thing on Margaret’s mind. She couldn’t get the predicament her family was in out of her head. Cami had another daughter and didn’t tell anyone. Margaret hadn’t told her parents yet, she didn’t know how to tell her parents her sister gave birth to twins! She wasn’t sure it was true but
Lindsey cracked the door open. She slipped in one limb at a time. The hall lights were on. She hugged her shoulders and attempted to tip toe up the stairs.‘There you are!’ Her Father blasted.Trey stood in the living room entrance in his grey robe, fluffy slippers with a baseball bat in his hand. Clem appeared next to him with another bat in hand, ruffled hair and wrinkled pajamas.‘Trouble maker! You got any idea what time it is?’ Clem added.‘Dad I can explain.’ Lindsey held her hands out.‘You’ve got three seconds.’‘I bet she was with that boy!’ Clem blasted.‘What boy?’ Trey yelled.‘Shut up Clem!’ Lindsey cried.‘You better start talking Clem.’ Trey ordered. Margaret heard the commotion and came down stairs. She found Lindsey clutching her j
‘What do I do Trey? Cami called again. I don’t like this. She’s so calm about meeting Lindsey.’ ‘What did you tell her?’ ‘I said no.’ Margaret folded her arms. Trey and Margaret were at the restaurant in the new kitchen while construction took place in the dinning area. The floor was being ripped off. Trey massaged her arms and sighed. ‘I know you’re scared. You have to give your sister a chance, go talk to her.’ ‘Trey you don’t know Cami! I don’t know Cami. I don’t know the type of person she’s become over the last sixteen years. I don’t want Lindsey to suffer but I also don’t want her to replace me in Lindsey’s life.’ ‘I know, I know. But Cami could come here anyway and barge into Lindsey’s life without warning. Don’t you want this to happen in a calm and controlled environment? Sooner or later Cami and Lindsey will meet. Lindsey hasn’t said anything but I’m sure she wants