Mystery: Missing Rita: (Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Suspense Thriller Mystery) by James Kipling
Authors: James Kipling
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be a possibility that her body will not be recovered. Have you prepared yourself and your kids for that possibility?” Sam asked.
Ryan shifted his glance to the floor before trying to hold back his tears and slumping even more in his seat. He looked straight into Sam’s eyes and wiped away the stray tears that had escaped from the corners of his eyes.
“I hope we will get the body; as wicked as she was she deserves a proper burial,” he started to say. “If that doesn’t happen, I will hold a memorial for her and move on with life.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” Sam agreed and took another deep breath and braced himself to ask more questions about his case.
After another half an hour of hard questions and very honest answers, Sam got to his feet and walked towards the door. Ryan was right behind him and he got the door for him.
“Again Mr. Sutter, I am very sorry for your loss,” Sam said.
“Thank you.”
Sam walked out on the porch and headed over to where he had parked his car. He opened the back door and placed his files and notebook there before opening the driver’s door and sliding in. He was just about to drive off when a large envelope caught his eye on the passenger’s seat and he immediately looked through its contents.
He felt agitated when he saw the photo they’d found at the crime scene and he remembered Lohan had specifically asked him to ask Ryan about it. He started to play with different apologetic words in his mind and felt very guilty about asking him more questions but was again distracted by a text message that made his phone vibrate.
“I hope you are on your way, I am hot and ready for you.”
Sam felt the familiar chill run up his back and this time did not bother to hold back the tears that swelled up in his eyes. He let his head rest carelessly on the steering wheel and succumbed to the pain he felt.
“How did I get myself into this?” he asked himself and let out more soft sobs before wiping the tears from his eyes and trying to collect himself. He got out of his car and began walking back to Ryan’s house with as much courage as he could muster.
He stood on the front porch and pondered whether or not he should take the time to ring the doorbell before going ahead and pressing it. He knew that Ryan would take a while to get downstairs and decided not to rush him.
He looked up into the night sky and loved how the stars were evenly distributed and scattered. He remembered when he was an innocent boy and used to believe in wishing on the first star he saw every night.
He decided to indulge in the familiar song as he waited for Ryan to get the door.
Star of wonder
Star so bright
Star with all your beauty and might
I wish I may I wish I might
Make the first wish I wish tonight
I wish he will not show up tonight
He sung this song inwardly to himself as he waited for Ryan to open the door.
“Hi again,” Ryan said from the other side. “Did you forget something?”
“As a matter of fact, I did, Ryan. Would you mind opening the door, please? Sam pleaded.
Ryan had not bothered to open the door after seeing it was Sam on the other side of his peephole.
Sam listened to Ryan play with the different locks and chains on the other side of the door and stood his ground patiently.
“What is it, Sam?” he asked once he swung the door open. He had a worried look on his face.
Sam took out the picture from the envelope and handed it to Ryan. He watched as his facial expression changed and he looked at Ryan curiously.
“Do you know who the woman in the picture is?”
Ryan looked at the picture again before returning his gaze back to Sam and worriedly returned it to him.
“Yes, I do.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” he answered simply.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“That my friend,” he answered slowly, almost in a whisper. “It’s a lady who goes by the name of Tracy Evans, she is my late ex-wife’s sister.”
Chapter Three
The doorbell got Ryan’s
Ryan shifted his glance to the floor before trying to hold back his tears and slumping even more in his seat. He looked straight into Sam’s eyes and wiped away the stray tears that had escaped from the corners of his eyes.
“I hope we will get the body; as wicked as she was she deserves a proper burial,” he started to say. “If that doesn’t happen, I will hold a memorial for her and move on with life.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” Sam agreed and took another deep breath and braced himself to ask more questions about his case.
After another half an hour of hard questions and very honest answers, Sam got to his feet and walked towards the door. Ryan was right behind him and he got the door for him.
“Again Mr. Sutter, I am very sorry for your loss,” Sam said.
“Thank you.”
Sam walked out on the porch and headed over to where he had parked his car. He opened the back door and placed his files and notebook there before opening the driver’s door and sliding in. He was just about to drive off when a large envelope caught his eye on the passenger’s seat and he immediately looked through its contents.
He felt agitated when he saw the photo they’d found at the crime scene and he remembered Lohan had specifically asked him to ask Ryan about it. He started to play with different apologetic words in his mind and felt very guilty about asking him more questions but was again distracted by a text message that made his phone vibrate.
“I hope you are on your way, I am hot and ready for you.”
Sam felt the familiar chill run up his back and this time did not bother to hold back the tears that swelled up in his eyes. He let his head rest carelessly on the steering wheel and succumbed to the pain he felt.
“How did I get myself into this?” he asked himself and let out more soft sobs before wiping the tears from his eyes and trying to collect himself. He got out of his car and began walking back to Ryan’s house with as much courage as he could muster.
He stood on the front porch and pondered whether or not he should take the time to ring the doorbell before going ahead and pressing it. He knew that Ryan would take a while to get downstairs and decided not to rush him.
He looked up into the night sky and loved how the stars were evenly distributed and scattered. He remembered when he was an innocent boy and used to believe in wishing on the first star he saw every night.
He decided to indulge in the familiar song as he waited for Ryan to get the door.
Star of wonder
Star so bright
Star with all your beauty and might
I wish I may I wish I might
Make the first wish I wish tonight
I wish he will not show up tonight
He sung this song inwardly to himself as he waited for Ryan to open the door.
“Hi again,” Ryan said from the other side. “Did you forget something?”
“As a matter of fact, I did, Ryan. Would you mind opening the door, please? Sam pleaded.
Ryan had not bothered to open the door after seeing it was Sam on the other side of his peephole.
Sam listened to Ryan play with the different locks and chains on the other side of the door and stood his ground patiently.
“What is it, Sam?” he asked once he swung the door open. He had a worried look on his face.
Sam took out the picture from the envelope and handed it to Ryan. He watched as his facial expression changed and he looked at Ryan curiously.
“Do you know who the woman in the picture is?”
Ryan looked at the picture again before returning his gaze back to Sam and worriedly returned it to him.
“Yes, I do.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” he answered simply.
“Who is it?” he asked.
“That my friend,” he answered slowly, almost in a whisper. “It’s a lady who goes by the name of Tracy Evans, she is my late ex-wife’s sister.”
Chapter Three
The doorbell got Ryan’s
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