the channel {fillie}

T H E E V I D E N C E

CHAPTER TWELVE: a pink bow

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Finn

I hid behind the trash cans like an idiot, watching as the truck pulled out of the driveway slowly.

They just couldn't drive fast enough and I felt my legs starting to cramp at my crouching position, fingers turning white from my grip on the back of the cans and my nose burning from the stench.

But I was taking matters into my own hands and it felt good.

Finally, when Romeo and Mr. Modine did drive away I stood up, breathing normally once again.

Hastily I rushed to the side of the house looking for an opening. If there was one thing I learned from working my short time here it was that he always had a spare key under his mat. I caught him placing it there a couple times; not that he noticed.

Going to the back door I grinned at the precious metal waiting for me and unlocked the door with a small smirk.

I hadn't known where to start first but I found myself rummaging through kitchen cabinets for just about anything.

I didn't even know what I was searching for.

A paper.

A journal.

Anything at all.

All I had found were cups and plates; the usual fix n's for a a kitchen. Groaning I  moved the search to the living room instead. There seemed to be more space and cabinets with shelves everywhere.

My fingers glazed the wooden camber underneath the TV, working it open gently and hopefully only to be disappointed at all the magazines and newspapers. I was just about to forget the whole ordeal when something caught my eye.

Johnny Carter missing at only three-

And then there was another.

Local woman Eliza Smith found dead-

And another.

Town newcomer Angelica declared gone-

And another.

My hands shook fearfully. The dates were all spread out upon each paper and there seemed to be an endless pile of them.

Trembling I flickered through all the rest of them and I fought the urge to rip the paper when I found Millie's.

Brown's Family in peril at Missing daughter-

The bastard.

I wanted to scream. Run out of the house and straight to the police but I knew what the reality was to that. It was no actual proof he had done all these murders and it made my blood boil, if anything he would come after me next.

Sometimes reality bites.

I set the papers all back the same exact way, heart clenching at the recent one of Abigail's.