Run Run as Fast as You Can by Willow Rose Page A
Authors: Willow Rose
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Horror, Mystery, Genre Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, International Mystery & Crime
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the trash can, so when he opened the lid to go through it, he would see an article where she had circled something. Ellen and Thomas had a love-language of their own and a way of communicating that no one else in the world would ever understand or know.
Thomas heard the husband yell and turned to look into the kitchen again. The handsome husband was still yelling and stomping his feet. Ellen was crying heavily now. Thomas inhaled deeply trying to calm himself down. Then he turned to look at the kids again only to realize that Gerda had managed to somehow climb the big tree in their yard and tied the jump-rope around a branch. Thomas gasped as he watched her jump and accidentally get the rope around her neck. With a shriek, he turned to look at Ellen and the husband who were still fighting, then back at the girl who was struggling with the rope around her neck, while Frederik was still on the swings, not seeing anything.
Thomas threw the binoculars on the floor and stormed out the door.
17
November 2013
O FFICER M ORTEN B REDBALLE stopped by late in the afternoon the next day. The kids had just gotten home from school and had eaten their freshly baked buns. Victor had gone into the yard to play while Maya was upstairs doing her homework, at least I hoped she was.
I invited him inside the kitchen and poured him a cup of coffee.
He chuckled. "Do I look that bad, huh?"
"Well you look like you could use a cup. Let's just leave it at that," I said and poured myself a cup. He took my statement for the report. It didn't take long. When he was done, he asked for another cup of coffee. I poured him one and placed the basket of buns on the table.
"Want one?"
"Yes, please," he said with a sigh. "That would be great. It's been a long night and an even longer day. Can't remember when I last ate."
I cut one open and handed it to him. He buttered it and started eating it. "Mmm, these are really good," he moaned and sipped the coffee. "Thanks. I really needed this. This day has been hell. You have no idea."
"So, did you tell the family?"
Morten stopped chewing and nodded. "That was the worst part, Emma; I tell you, it was so hard."
"How did he take it?" I asked and buttered a bun for myself even if it was my fourth this afternoon.
"He was in deep shock, still is. He couldn't believe it and started blaming himself for not having looked for her yesterday. He kept saying that he had thought she was just punishing him for their fight and that she would be back. He had never imagined this happening to her."
"Does he need anything? I could cook for him and leave enough in the freezer for a couple of days so he wouldn't have to think about cooking?" I said.
"Someone already suggested doing the same, so I don't think there will be any need for that."
I nodded pensively and sipped my coffee. "Does he need something else maybe? Someone to take the kids for a while? I could easily have them here at the house for a couple of days, if he needed it. I mean there have to be a lot of things for him to do now, like arrange the funeral and all."
"I'll let him know. The funeral won't be for a while, though, since the forensic techs are working on her and the body won't be released for quite some time."
"No, of course not. What have they come up with so far?" I asked. "If you can talk about it, that is?"
"There is going to be a press conference later today where the details are all going to be revealed, so there is no harm in me telling you. She was shot several times just as we suspected. The forensic techs furthermore found animal bites on her body. Mostly on her shoulder, arm and back."
"Animal bites? What kind of animal?" I asked and finished my bun. I grabbed another one and buttered it. "More?" I asked officer Morten.
"Well one more, then. They're so good," he said with a smile.
"You need it more than I do," I said and pushed the butter towards him so he could reach it.
He buttered his bun and took a bite.
"So what kind of
Thomas heard the husband yell and turned to look into the kitchen again. The handsome husband was still yelling and stomping his feet. Ellen was crying heavily now. Thomas inhaled deeply trying to calm himself down. Then he turned to look at the kids again only to realize that Gerda had managed to somehow climb the big tree in their yard and tied the jump-rope around a branch. Thomas gasped as he watched her jump and accidentally get the rope around her neck. With a shriek, he turned to look at Ellen and the husband who were still fighting, then back at the girl who was struggling with the rope around her neck, while Frederik was still on the swings, not seeing anything.
Thomas threw the binoculars on the floor and stormed out the door.
17
November 2013
O FFICER M ORTEN B REDBALLE stopped by late in the afternoon the next day. The kids had just gotten home from school and had eaten their freshly baked buns. Victor had gone into the yard to play while Maya was upstairs doing her homework, at least I hoped she was.
I invited him inside the kitchen and poured him a cup of coffee.
He chuckled. "Do I look that bad, huh?"
"Well you look like you could use a cup. Let's just leave it at that," I said and poured myself a cup. He took my statement for the report. It didn't take long. When he was done, he asked for another cup of coffee. I poured him one and placed the basket of buns on the table.
"Want one?"
"Yes, please," he said with a sigh. "That would be great. It's been a long night and an even longer day. Can't remember when I last ate."
I cut one open and handed it to him. He buttered it and started eating it. "Mmm, these are really good," he moaned and sipped the coffee. "Thanks. I really needed this. This day has been hell. You have no idea."
"So, did you tell the family?"
Morten stopped chewing and nodded. "That was the worst part, Emma; I tell you, it was so hard."
"How did he take it?" I asked and buttered a bun for myself even if it was my fourth this afternoon.
"He was in deep shock, still is. He couldn't believe it and started blaming himself for not having looked for her yesterday. He kept saying that he had thought she was just punishing him for their fight and that she would be back. He had never imagined this happening to her."
"Does he need anything? I could cook for him and leave enough in the freezer for a couple of days so he wouldn't have to think about cooking?" I said.
"Someone already suggested doing the same, so I don't think there will be any need for that."
I nodded pensively and sipped my coffee. "Does he need something else maybe? Someone to take the kids for a while? I could easily have them here at the house for a couple of days, if he needed it. I mean there have to be a lot of things for him to do now, like arrange the funeral and all."
"I'll let him know. The funeral won't be for a while, though, since the forensic techs are working on her and the body won't be released for quite some time."
"No, of course not. What have they come up with so far?" I asked. "If you can talk about it, that is?"
"There is going to be a press conference later today where the details are all going to be revealed, so there is no harm in me telling you. She was shot several times just as we suspected. The forensic techs furthermore found animal bites on her body. Mostly on her shoulder, arm and back."
"Animal bites? What kind of animal?" I asked and finished my bun. I grabbed another one and buttered it. "More?" I asked officer Morten.
"Well one more, then. They're so good," he said with a smile.
"You need it more than I do," I said and pushed the butter towards him so he could reach it.
He buttered his bun and took a bite.
"So what kind of
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