Kellie sat at the dining room table examining the envelope for the fifth time since she read the letter. The postmark was local. Two post offices away. That terrified her. How did they find her? Had they actually found her? There was no return address and it had not actually been addressed to her by name. It simply read: Female Occupant. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the flap and pulled out the letter again.
She read it again aloud as Mr. Tibbles jumped on the table and pawed at her arm. “We know who you are. We know what you have done. There is nowhere to run. We will retrieve you tonight.”
Kellie stroked Mr. Tibbles’ long white fur and listened to him purr. She was certain they could not have found her. The letter was meant to scare her out into the open. The old cuckoo clock struck nine. Silence filled the room as Kellie tried to convince herself that they could not have known.
“Let’s go watch the news, then pick out a movie,” she said, picking up Mr. Tibbles.
The news started off with a local feel-good story about a homeless man that found a rare dime and was now moving into his own home and opening a business. Then came local high school football and the heartbreaking defeat of the varsity team.
“Poor guys. Those kids do try.” Mr. Tibbles purred in agreement.
The thought of sitting through political commentary turned her stomach, so she picked up Mr. Tibbles and retired to her bed and turned on Netflix. Horror? Too real. Romance? Too single. Sci Fi? Too spacey. Action? Too explosive. Comedy? Ooh, the Ghostbusters reboot that wasn’t a reboot.
“What do you think, Mr. Tibbles? Up for a little stream crossing?” Kellie laughed and started the movie.
Her and Mr. Tibbles were sound asleep before the ladies hired their eye candy and didn’t stir until morning.
Kellie stretched, looked around dazed, then turned off the television. Mr. Tibbles was already waiting by his empty food bowl, howling in indignity. “Alright, alright. I’m coming.”
As Kellie stumbled to the kitchen, she turned on the living room television. While pouring his dry food into the bowl, the reporter announced they were at the scene of a grisly murder that took place overnight. This type of news was nothing new and people died every day in the bustling metropolis, so Kellie was not giving it much thought until the reporter described the victim.
“Police are still trying to identify the victim, but sources say she was between eighteen and twenty-five, slim build with long, straight brown hair, no visible scars or tattoos –”
Kellie’s phone interrupted the news. Her mother was on the other end in a panic as the woman they described sounded just like Kellie. After her mother was convinced she was okay, calls from panicked friends flooded her phone. Not wanting to upset anyone, she quickly changed her voicemail message to report she was alive and fine, then let everything go straight there. She looked at the letter sitting on the table. Could they know she was in the city? Kellie shook her head. It wasn’t possible. It was just a coincidence is all. Wasn’t it? That poor girl if it wasn’t. She didn’t like the idea of anyone getting hurt because they were looking for her, but she didn’t want to be found either.
To Be Continued Next Saturday