Skeet Ulrich Age Novels & Stories

Fell near silent. "Ulrich, what are you doing here?" I asked, looking more flabbergasted than I had intended. His Cheshire smile would have wrapped around his head a few times if his ears hadn't been in the way. "Just browsing along for some things to take on my trip. You know, the one I was planning on. Kruger National Park and all?" I knew it should have rang a bell in my mind. Sent off many bells, at that. We hadn't stopped talking on the plane ride over. Yet I couldn't think of a single instance of him admitting to going to the national park.

I say reluctantly. He smirks. “As amusing as it is hearing you call me that, let’s do away with pretences. You may call Ulrich, and yes, I am well aware of the deaths you speak of. I’m impressed you figured it out.” “How long have you known?” I ask in mild surprise. “Nine years. I didn’t figure it out until six years ago but was able to trace back the first occurrence to 1980.” My eyes widen in astonishment. Nine years?! That’s four more years’ worth of deaths Silas and I haven’t even been able to find.

She slumped deeper into the water, “Do you think he’s being like that because I told him it made me nervous or because of the age gap?” Right… They have an age gap too but like how much would that be? He looks about twenty-seven twenty-eight, the same as Ulrich. Come to think of it, I never asked his age. “How old is Egon?” I asked subtly trying to find out how old Ulrich was. “...” She was surprised by my question, “I don’t really know…” She seemed puzzled, “I never really asked…” She folded her arms in confusion, “Should I have asked?”