8 Days, 8 Letters; Spot Conlon

Suspicions

A/N: Hello everyone. Sorry this took so long to get this out. I got extremely busy and writer's block did not help. Anyways please enjoy the next chapter of 8 Days, 8 Letters.

Present Day: February 1900

Jaime's POV

I was walking home from Medda's. I had to fill in for an accompanist last minute. I don't mind though. I've grown fond of being on stage.

It was a dark and creepy night. I like walking at night, but not this far, especially alone. Thankfully the Jacobs live five blocks away. Hopefully I can get there soon. It's cold out and I'm hungry.

I couldn't shake this feeling I was being watched. I was alone on the side streets but it felt like someone was following me.

Snap. Crunch. Footstep.

I looked down to see if I stepped on a twig but there was nothing. Someone has to be following me.

I turned around but no one was there. I've heard a lot of story's about New York ghosts but there's no way there's a ghost following me.

Another snap.

"Who's there?" I asked.

No response. Maybe its just in my head because its dark and creepy looking out.

Another footstep.

Maybe its my own but just in case I'll just go to the main street.

I headed up to the illuminated main street. It wasn't too crowded but at least there was people. That seemed to calm my nerves. It might take a little longer, but I'm only a few blocks away. Shouldn't be much longer, hopefully.

Even though I was on the main street, I couldn't help but feel someone was watching me.

I looked around but didn't see anything suspicious. Until I looked at the alley way I just walked out of.

I could only see the back of what I assume is a man.

Ratty dark coat and brown hair with gray strands.

But its not Jack. Jack's at the Jacob's where he's been for the past few hours helping them set up dinner; and seeing Davey.

I practically ran all the way to the Jacobs' place.

I saw the big red, brick building and ran up the stairs to the door.

I knocked quickly still trying to catch my breath. Running when it was freezing out was not a good idea. I still cannot breath.

After a minute Sarah opened the door.

"My lord Jaime. Do you run here?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah."

"Well come sit. You need some food in you."

Sarah took my coat and I took a seat between Les and Sarah.

Mrs. Jacobs served us dinner while Mr. Jacobs made conversation.

One that Davey and Jack were not listening to since they were so busy looking at each other.

And Jack says Spot and I are gross.

"So Jaime?" Mr. Jacobs started. "How did you get into performing?"

"Well its started for Medda asking me to fill in on piano since I's learned most of the songs and then at the rally she made me actually perform. After that I's just fell in love with it."

"Well you certainly are a born performer. Can't get the kids to stop talking about your shows."

"Oh why thank you's."