The Kelpie's Curse (book #1 in the Kelpie's Entrapment trilogy)

Day 6 Pt. 3

As luck would have it she came out of her shock shortly after Officer's O'Cain and Dean had arrived and inspected the package. Thankfully they had brought a doctor with them.

    Renestrae bore through the doctor poking and prodding her while the two Officer's inspected the package and it's contents. Somehow not specifying what the contents were in her mind made it easier.

    "Now, if ye can tell me yer full name and date of birth."

    "My name is Renestrae Edwina Frank and I was born on April 15th 1993."

    "April 15th? Isn't that -"

    "-the anniversary of the Titanic disaster, yes I know."

    "Well Miss Frank, you seem to be doing well all things considered."

    "You mean considering the fact that someone sent me a human heart." She didn't mean to sound so snappish but all things considered she figured that the reaction was normal. She never thought she'd be thinking this but she'd give anything to be back in Sherwood right now.

    "Ye dinnae know that for certain, Lass."

    She smiled up at the doctor, he was an old man with short silver hair and kind blue eyes. "Dr. Ciar is it?"

    He nodded.

    "Well Dr. Ciar, maybe it is just a pig's heart. In fact I hope that this is no more than a stupid prank by a highly insensitive idiot but with the pattern that these murders have taken I would not be the least bit surprised if-" She choked on her own words as the image of the heart flashed behind her eyes.

    "It's alright, Lass. Ye dinnae have to speak about it."

    Renestrae almost snapped at the doctor that she wasn't some fragile china doll that needed to be coddled but she supposed that would be rude and kept her silence. Besides, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that as soon as the officer's got done inspecting the 'evidence' then she was going to have to defend herself again.

    She didn't like this, those police officer's should have been focused on finding the serial killer not with blaming the most convenient person they could find. She was from a small town and understood the instant distrust of outsiders but she hadn't seen it to quite this extent.

    "Doctor, how is Miss Frank fairing?" Gordan O'Cain asked as he approached the two of them with a small notebook opened to a blank page.

    "She is-"

    "right here and perfectly capable of speaking for herself." What the hell century were they living in anyway? The doctor she could excuse because he was old but Gordan O'Cain couldn't be any older than thirty or thirty-five.

    "My apologies, Lass."

    "Go ahead and ask your questions, I'm sure your partner will be along any moment now."

    He nodded. "Can ye tell me exactly what happened this morn?"

    "Of course, I was on my way out for some target practice when I noticed the package on the porch. It was addressed to me so I opened it and-" She winced again when the mental image flashed in her mind again.

    "Miss Frank, if this is too much for ye then-"

    She held up a hand to silence the officer. "No, I'll be alright. As soon as I realized what it was I dropped the box, I didn't take it very well."

    Gordan O'Cain scribbled something down in the little notebook then looked up at the doctor.

    "What's your diagnosis Tòmas?"