| Wanted: Chapter 5 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I spent what was left of the afternoon running my errands, but when night fell I drove back out to the clearing where it had happened. I parked a few miles down the road on an overgrown path and ran the rest of the way. I stopped before I reached the clearing. There were police everywhere. I could see R.P.I.T. on the back of a few windbreakers. They knew. Of course it wasn’t hard to tell it was a preternatural crime – I had nearly ripped her throat out. Not many things could do that, and the ones that could all fell into R.P.I.T.s jurisdiction. I knew the right thing to do was to go and turn myself in tot hem, but I couldn’t. I turned and ran back to my car and drove back to town. I didn’t go straight home. I drove around aimlessly, finally ending up at the cemetery where I so often went for my angel photographs. I wasn’t alone. I passed Anita’s co-worker as I walked up the hill to my favorite spot. He was calmly trying to explain to a family why they should let him put their loved one back in his grave. The zombie was standing to the side looking very confused. I waved at Larry as I walked by – we had met several times like this. On of the women screamed, obviously not expecting to see someone walking through a cemetery at night. I ignored her and kept walking up the hill. When I got to the top I said hello to my angel and sat down with my back against her base. Whenever I was upset or troubled, and I felt I couldn’t confide in anyone else, I would come and talk to her. I knew she wouldn’t judge me. So I sat there and poured out my heart to her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 6 Index |