CHAPTER ONE:
A CALL AT MIDNIGHT:
Alice Johnson lay in her bed dreamless, motionless and alone. As the night drifted by so fast, with her cell phone pressed to her ear. She talked to her mother for hours, and couldn’t fit another word in.
The phone rang, she jerked up in shock. The caller Id was listed as a Devin Moore. She didn't know any Devin. She looked at the clock it was 12:00 AM. She wondered who would call her this late.
Only three hours ago, she was talking to her mother about, child hood memories, and men.
Why does time go by so fast? Alice thinks to her self. After three rings she finally picked up. She was considering not to pick it up at all.
"Hello?" Alice spoke in a raspy voice.
"Sorry to wake you so early, Is this Alice Johnson?" The man on the line said.
“Yes this is, and who am I speaking to?” Alice sat up from the bed, her feet touching the cold floor. She could never wear socks while she sleeps, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
" I’m detective Devin Moore, I work for the FBI, your boss Gibson said you‘d be the one that I should talk to.”
Alice was silent for a moment, she looked at the dresser that held her switchblade, holster and gun.
Alice sighed and said “ Why is the FBI calling me?”
There was a silence that made her uneasy, she heard footfalls in the background, and gibberish. There was the sound of a car door slamming shut, and a loud shriek, then did Devin Moore finally speak.
“You’ll see when you get here, The address is 3066 Goodman Avenue. You can reach me at this number.” He then hung up.
Alice drove for a few minutes, she pulled on to the street Maple Drive, and when you take Maple Drive it brought you to Goodman Avenue. The street was quiet and dark. All lights where out in every single house. The houses where nicely kept clean, lawns where mowed, no over grown grass, no play toys out in the front. No children on the street that played under the moon. Instead it was quiet, just too perfect. Alice hated neighborhoods like this.
When Alice turned on to Goodman Avenue, blue lights screamed at her face, flashing red and blue. It was the second house on the right. The yellow tape surrounding the house, held Boston cops, medical examiners and apparently had some FBI in there. When she parked on the opposite side of the house, she stepped out of her car. A brush of cold wind hit her face, and she could already feel her nose starting to get red. Her cheeks lifted up from pale to red. She looked around at the surrounding houses, they where all dark, all like the others.
People liked it quiet around here.
As she looked up at the sky, it was full of stars, no clouds, it was the clearest night she has ever seen. When she stepped down from the curb, her foot sunk into snow. She brushed the snow off of her left pant leg and she kept walking, she kept her eyes on the ground. When she looked up, she was right beside the yellow tape. She looked up at the house, it’s dark features, the grass wasn’t like the others, it was longer, not taken care of as much as the others, the house looked empty, and un-kept for.
“Ma’am.” The officer said standing by the yellow tape.
“I’m detective Alice.” Before she could say any more a mans voice called out.
“She’s with me.” When she looked up she could barely see who was approaching her, he was a tall, thin and muscular man with broad shoulders and was wearing a black trench coat.
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Silver Night (Under Editing)
Mystery / ThrillerThe SN killer, murdered woman and children, for several years, and flew under radar and was never caught. Gone for years, now he's possibly back. Now, he's more angry than ever, and will do anything to kill the ones, who was first on his list.
