you,” Nessa said.
“Are you sure you don’t remember what happened to you?” I asked him gently.
“No, not really, I was vacationing at my family’s beach house and I heard a knock at the door. It was a man with dark hair and he said he had some news for me, so I had him in for coffee.”
Now he had all of our attention. We clearly understood that he was talking about the creepy man.
“This is really important Shane, what did he tell you? Do you remember?” I prodded.
“The last thing I remember was him telling me to remember an address. 1504 Wildfire lane Salem, Missouri and something about a guy named Tom.”
The mention of Tom had my full unwavering attention. This was clearly the break we had been looking for. Nessa came over and gripped my hand as she asked him, “What about Tom? This is really important Shane.”
“Umm, he said it isn’t what it seems and that it had to be that way. That is all he said. Again, why am I covered in dirt?”
Tears streamed down my cheeks as Shane confirmed my suspicions. Tom’s death was no coincidence. It was a part of this as much as any of us were. I turned to wipe my tears and let things sink in as Nessa drove the conversation.
“You were buried alive. We got a note saying we had only a limited time to rescue you. We didn’t know you from Adam except that you had information we very much needed.”
“What? I was buried alive? As in buried in the ground?”
“Yes, but we got to you in time and kept you safe. We are friends not foe. The creepy man buried you and we are trying to figure out what he wants with all of us, and that includes you,” Nessa replied.
“Where are you from Shane?” Noah asked.
“Ladue, Missouri, why does that matter?”
“Well, we are all from St. Louis and suburbs. It is far from a coincidence we are finding out.”
“I was really buried alive by that man?” Shane said, clearly trying to process everything.
“Yes, and he is following us. How are you feeling? Do you have a headache?” Nessa asked, rejoining the conversation.
“Yeah, my head is throbbing. How did you know?” he asked in confusion that soon turned to suspicion once more.
“Because, we all got nasty headaches and were in and out of consciousness after meeting the creepy man,” Nessa replied.
“Why you guys? Can I go home?”
“Umm, we don’t know why us, but you aren’t safe. If you go home, terrible things could happen. The Tom he was talking about was my fiancé and now he is dead,” I said solemnly.
“He is dead? How does that fit in here?” he asked.
“I think the creepy man killed him in cold blood,” I replied.
Chapter 10:
“Oh, I am sorry for your loss,” Shane said, his eyes downcast. “If it isn’t safe to go home, then what happens now?”
“Well, you can stay with us until we get it all straightened out if you would. We are all connected somehow, we just don’t know how yet,” I said. “Everyone we know could be in grave danger with us around. It wouldn’t be safe.”
“Yeah, okay maybe but where are you going to be? Here in this crummy motel?”
“No, actually we are going to Sarasota at first light which is anytime. Then, it looks like we are heading to Salem, Missouri,” I replied.
His hair was long and shaggy, brows wild and furrowed. “This effectively ruins my vacation plans. Can we at least hit up the beach in Sarasota?”
Nessa piped up, “Absolutely. I am looking forward to it.”
“Okay I guess so. I really don’t want to be buried again. That is too morbid to even think about.”
“Why don’t you take a shower and wash off the dirt. Then you can borrow some clothes from Noah for now until we can hit a store up,” I said.
Shane nodded and headed into the shower, wasting no time. We waited until we heard the shower run to look at Nessa. When she finally spoke,
“Are you sure you don’t remember what happened to you?” I asked him gently.
“No, not really, I was vacationing at my family’s beach house and I heard a knock at the door. It was a man with dark hair and he said he had some news for me, so I had him in for coffee.”
Now he had all of our attention. We clearly understood that he was talking about the creepy man.
“This is really important Shane, what did he tell you? Do you remember?” I prodded.
“The last thing I remember was him telling me to remember an address. 1504 Wildfire lane Salem, Missouri and something about a guy named Tom.”
The mention of Tom had my full unwavering attention. This was clearly the break we had been looking for. Nessa came over and gripped my hand as she asked him, “What about Tom? This is really important Shane.”
“Umm, he said it isn’t what it seems and that it had to be that way. That is all he said. Again, why am I covered in dirt?”
Tears streamed down my cheeks as Shane confirmed my suspicions. Tom’s death was no coincidence. It was a part of this as much as any of us were. I turned to wipe my tears and let things sink in as Nessa drove the conversation.
“You were buried alive. We got a note saying we had only a limited time to rescue you. We didn’t know you from Adam except that you had information we very much needed.”
“What? I was buried alive? As in buried in the ground?”
“Yes, but we got to you in time and kept you safe. We are friends not foe. The creepy man buried you and we are trying to figure out what he wants with all of us, and that includes you,” Nessa replied.
“Where are you from Shane?” Noah asked.
“Ladue, Missouri, why does that matter?”
“Well, we are all from St. Louis and suburbs. It is far from a coincidence we are finding out.”
“I was really buried alive by that man?” Shane said, clearly trying to process everything.
“Yes, and he is following us. How are you feeling? Do you have a headache?” Nessa asked, rejoining the conversation.
“Yeah, my head is throbbing. How did you know?” he asked in confusion that soon turned to suspicion once more.
“Because, we all got nasty headaches and were in and out of consciousness after meeting the creepy man,” Nessa replied.
“Why you guys? Can I go home?”
“Umm, we don’t know why us, but you aren’t safe. If you go home, terrible things could happen. The Tom he was talking about was my fiancé and now he is dead,” I said solemnly.
“He is dead? How does that fit in here?” he asked.
“I think the creepy man killed him in cold blood,” I replied.
Chapter 10:
“Oh, I am sorry for your loss,” Shane said, his eyes downcast. “If it isn’t safe to go home, then what happens now?”
“Well, you can stay with us until we get it all straightened out if you would. We are all connected somehow, we just don’t know how yet,” I said. “Everyone we know could be in grave danger with us around. It wouldn’t be safe.”
“Yeah, okay maybe but where are you going to be? Here in this crummy motel?”
“No, actually we are going to Sarasota at first light which is anytime. Then, it looks like we are heading to Salem, Missouri,” I replied.
His hair was long and shaggy, brows wild and furrowed. “This effectively ruins my vacation plans. Can we at least hit up the beach in Sarasota?”
Nessa piped up, “Absolutely. I am looking forward to it.”
“Okay I guess so. I really don’t want to be buried again. That is too morbid to even think about.”
“Why don’t you take a shower and wash off the dirt. Then you can borrow some clothes from Noah for now until we can hit a store up,” I said.
Shane nodded and headed into the shower, wasting no time. We waited until we heard the shower run to look at Nessa. When she finally spoke,
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