Anna watched them load the gurney into the back of the
ambulance, her mind racing from everything she'd been
through since the auction.
"What if..." Anna said out loud to herself, looking back
at the file and the pictures again.
She looked at the photos, doing her best to clear her
mind of everything but what she'd been told about
Clyde, Rose and Sara. What if the dead man in the
photos was John and not Clyde? What if Clyde had
killed Rose and John and staged it all to look like a,
his, murder-suicide and then had taken off with Sara?
Anna's mother had always been very vague about her
past. Anna knew next to nothing about her mother's
family. She'd never met her grandfather on her
mother's side of the family, and most definitely not
her grandmother on that side of the family.
Anna allowed these thoughts to fester in her mind as
she watched the deputy walk from the Inn back toward
the car. It didn't explain everything, but it would
certainly explain a few very important details. Anna
also found herself wondering....what if Sara wasn't
Clyde's child either? What if Sara was also the
product of Rose and John's elicit affair? What if
Clyde knew what was going on all along? What if....
Anna's reverie was broken by the snap of the deputy's
fingers in front of her face.
"Hey, you okay? You with me?" the deputy asked,
concerned that Anna's head wound was more serious than
he'd initially thought.
"I'm...I'm better," Anna replied, surprised to find she
actually meant it.
"Would you mind terribly coming with me to the
hospital to talk to the coroner? I'd rather not leave
you alone again, given everything that's happened,
and, well...your head looks like it needs to be attended
to."
"That'd be fine," Anna answered, realizing that
although she was starting to feel better she was still
suffering from a nasty headache, "But I'm starving, so
we need to stop off at the nearest convenient store
for me to get some snacks so I don't pass out from low
blood sugar."
"Sure thing," Deputy Kaelin replied as he started up
the car.
"You know, this is all Aaron Boone's fault," Anna
said, laughing.
"I'm sorry, who?"
"You don't follow baseball, do you?"
"No, I'm sorry, I don't."
"My divorce. The straw that broke the camel's back
between me and my husband, Ben, was game 7 of last
year's American League Championship Series."
"You got divorced over baseball?"
"No, we got divorced for many other reasons, but when
I had to throw him out of the house over his temper
tantrum when the Red Sox lost to the Yankees yet
again, I knew it was time. I guess that's what I get
for marrying an irrational Red Sox fan."
"And now you're knee deep in a murder mystery," Deputy
Kaelin said, pulling into the parking lot of the local
Seven Eleven.
"And now I'm finding out that sometimes life can turn
out like an episode of `Twin Peaks.'"
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