He Tried to Kill Me...

Crazy horse mother

       

2012

                "Vernon, what did you do?" I groaned, holding a cream-colored envelope. It was addressed to Vernon and it just came in the mail. He poked his head around the corner.

                "I did nothing!" he spoke with a German accent, then laughed to himself. I rolled my eyes.

                "Too much Hogan's Heroes. Anyway, if you 'did nothing' then why the hell is there a letter addressed to you in fancy stationary?!" I frowned at him.

                "Eva, I really didn't do anything." He stopped laughing. "Can you open it?" I did so and he came to read it over my shoulder.

"Dear Vernon Phillips,

You are cordially invited to a charity ball in two days' time. You may bring a +1. RSVP by this evening to reserve your spots. This is a black-tie event, starting at 7:00.

We look forward to seeing you, Vernon. There will be a vehicle to pick you up should you decide to come.

With regards,

Anton Bielschmidt

xxx-xxx-xxxx"

                ".... who in the world is Anton Bielschmidt?" I asked him. He shrugged. I rolled my eyes. "Call him, RSVP for two."

                "Are you sure?"

                "No, I'm not sure; that's why I told you to do it." I gave him a blank stare. He rolled his eyes.

                "Ok." He went around the hallway to the phone. I heard him pick it up, but tuned out the conversation as I went to the third floor, which we turned into a closet. I went to the formal wear section and picked out a tuxedo for Vernon, a black formal floor length dress for me, and a black bow-tie for Vernon to match my dress. I went to the second floor and hung his outfit on his door and my outfit on my door.

The two days passed quickly. Vernon and I went out hunting for deer in the woods around the city so we wouldn't be tempted during the party. We started getting ready around eight in the morning; the party at seven that night.

                "Vernon, we'll be using a mind meld tonight in case something happens." I told him.

                "I was going to suggest that if you didn't. There's some sort of foul play involved if someone we don't know invites us to a fancy party." He agreed. I put my left forefinger and middle finger on my left temple and my right forefinger and middle finger on his left temple. He stiffened slightly.

                "Now, don't blow your cover unless someone's going to kill us or someone else."

                "I know, I know. You have iterated this to me several times." he sighed.

                We were ready to go at six. At six thirty, a limo pulled up outside the door for us. Vernon, playing tonight as my husband, acted the gentleman as he opened the door for me. The ride was taken in silence, and the party was surprisingly uneventful until around nine o'clock. A handsome, black-haired man with an interesting, but not bad looking, outfit strode down the steps. He had a gold cane-type thing in his hand.He looked suspicious.

                "Vernon. The male, coming down the stairs, can you get a read on him?" I asked Vernon, who was closer to the stairs than me. He looked over and I could see him sniff the air subtly.