The police cruiser careened down the main drag and then made an exit down one of Opelika's older roads. Riding inside, Anna still clutched the ancient police folder while the normally chatty Deputy Kaelin silently gripped the steering wheel and kept his eyes on the road. "Christ, this is getting ridiculous" thought Kaelin. Normally big excitement for Opelika meant bingo night at the community center, or a meat draw at the Elk's lodge. Certainly not the flurry of police calls regarding break-ins, temporary abductions, and now possibly worse. Much worse. So much for that afternoon nap.
Trees and fields whizzed by as the twosome headed toward the less populous outskitrts of town. As they crested a hill, Anna could see a large white structure below them. More noticable were the staccato blinks of red white and blue announcing the presence of emergency vehicles. Deputy Kaelin let out a low whistle as they pulled off the road and into the circular drive of the Opelika Inn.
A couple of cruisers, a car marked "County Sherriff", and an ambulance sat parked in front of the Inn, all with their lights ablaze. Numerous figures milled about, some looked official, others appeared to be curious rubberneckers. "Anna, I need you to sit tight while I find out what the story is" said Kaelin. "This could take a mighty long time". Anna nodded as the Deputy stepped out of the vehicle.
Anna stared out the car window at the building in front of her. Clearly, the Opelika Inn had seen better days. The building's once rustic charm had been replaced by a frayed seediness as evidenced by peeling paint and tired sags in the roof overhangs. Most noticably, part of the establishment's sign had come unhinged so that it read "Ope Inn" with "lika" hanging below at a crazy angle. Once a welcoming stop to highway travellers, the Opelika Inn was now most likely home to deadbeats and drug dealers. Not to mention a few roaches.
Her mind swirled with confusion and unease. It was all too much to take in. Who were these people? Could she really be somehow related to them? Who was it that was trying to prevent her from finding out? She struggled to remember... to fit some of the memories surfacing from her past with the new information she now had in her hands. Anna flipped open the thin folder on her lap and rifled through some of the papers inside. She let out an involuntary gasp as a handful of black and white photographs slid into her lap.
They were the crime scene photos.
The photo of the man who may or may not have been Clyde was ghastly. Made even more so by the stark contrast of the black and white. There was simply no face where a face should have been. She was only able to glance at it for a few seconds before looking away. It was another photo however, that made her stomach lurch. In it was the figure of a woman lying prone on the floor in a pool of blood. The sleeve & left shoulder of her dress had been yanked down.
Piercing the flesh above her heart was the lovely ruby pin. The very same image that had been pasted on her door above the bizarre tableau left on her porch.
Anna looked up just in time to see a flurry of activity from around the side of the Inn. Out came a couple of officers wheeling a gurney towards the ambulance. On it was a body bag.
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at 11:43 AM CDT
Updated: Tuesday, 12 October 2004 11:47 AM CDT