| Wanted: Chapter 6 --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I finally got back to the house at 3 o’clock in the morning. I could tell there was a slight party going on – all the cars were there accompanied by an old Jeep that meant Caleb was there. Oh joy of joys. I walked through the front door and couldn’t believe my eyes. They were all drunk off their asses. Nathaniel was lying on the floor with his feet propped up on the couch; he was always calm when he was intoxicated, which wasn’t often. Jason was sitting with his arm around Cherry trying to be Rico Suave and not succeeding. He knew she only had eyes for Zane, but that never stopped him from trying. Zane and Caleb looked like they were trying out a new wrestling move. They were on the floor on a position that looked like a game of twister gone horribly wrong. “What the hell is going on?” I asked, trying to keep from laughing. Cherry, who turned out to be the only sober one of the bunch, answered. “They’ve turned James Bond into a drinking game.” At my puzzled look she continued. “A lot of people play it with Rain Man. You know, every time Dustin Hoffman says ‘definitely’ you gotta drink? Well, they decided to do that with the James Bond movies – only every time they blow sh*t up they take a shot… or two,” she looked at Jason,”…or three.” “Oh geez,” I said setting my bags down inside the door and taking a seat on the floor next to Nathaniel, who promptly slipped around and put his head in my lap. An hour later I was three sheets to the wind along with the boys and had actually begun to forget my problems when the phone rang. Zane and Jason fought over who was going to answer. Zane ultimately wrenched the receiver from Jason’s hands and finally answered. “Hello? …. Hey JC. Sorry… Jean-Claude…. No we haven’t talked to Anita for a couple of days now…mhmm… No! …Dead? But how? …No, when did she get back into town? …Yeah, yeah I’ll tell them.” And with that he hung up the phone. Heart jumped into my throat. They always say word travels fast, but within our group this word would travel at warp speed. Everyone seemed to sober instantly. Jason was the first to find his voice. “Anita’s… dead?” he asked, his voice cracking. “No…” I said, voice sounding disbelieving. “Elizabeth is.” Zane nodded his head in agreement the looked at me perplexed. “How did you know?” “I killed her.” * * * After several hours of debate they finally convinced me that I at least needed to tell Anita what had happened. We decided to wait ‘til the next evening, as it was now almost seven o’clock in the morning and we knew better than to wake Anita this early. We all slept downstairs in a comforting heap, though I think it was partly so that I wouldn’t run away. But whatever the reason, I slept peacefully in their arms. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7 Index |