Gone Too Soon (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 2

Chapter 4

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 "We've got enough starfish," he said and then went on, "Look, Hazel, I know you've got six or seven undersized abalones in the bottom of your sack. If we get stopped by a game warden, you're going to say they're mine, on my permit- aren't you?" "Well—hell," said Hazel. "Look," Doc said kindly. "Suppose I get an order for abalones and maybe the game warden thinks I'm using my collecting permit too often. Suppose he thinks I'm eating them." "Well-hell," said Hazel. "It's like the industrial alcohol board. They've got suspicious minds. They always think I'm drinking the alcohol. They think that about everyone. –John Steinbeck.

I stared at the paper in my hand.

---And this is why I'm paranoid.

My unlucky streak continues.

I get one note and now here's another.

I was right to feel the way I did.

Imogen would be next and...I'm not sure what to make of any of this.

One thing for sure is that something is very wrong.

I can't push aside this any longer, especially as this person is involving my friends now.

My stomach twisted.

"What is going on, Maisie?" Imogen asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"I don't know," I said honestly, shrugging my shoulders. "---You'll let me know if you get a letter, right?"

"You think I'm going to get one too?"

My mouth fell open but I couldn't find the words to speak. I didn't want to worry her but in the back of my mind; she most likely would be the next one to receive a note. "I don't know. Maybe."

Imogen's eyes fell to the note in my hand. "What's going to happen, Maisie?" She cleared her throat and looked up at me.

I can't think the worse.

I have to stay calm for her. "It's probably nothing," I said. "People in this school are idiots."

She half smiled, "Yea, you're right."

I felt a pang of guilt.

I hated lying to her about the severity of the situation. I can't possibly warn her about something I have no clue about.

The notes weren't signed with initials.

There was no envelope or mailing address.

I couldn't go to the police station, hand them these notes and ask them to look for prints. They'd have their Five Ws and I wouldn't know how to answer them. I couldn't answer those questions when I don't know the answers to them myself.