CHAPTER 2
We looked up the address and found that Edward Gilford lives at number 13 Foxwood Road. Times and I went to go and see him. When we got there the door had been kicked in and there was spray paint on the front of the house. “Crap.”
“My sentiments exactly!” Times was always the joker, but sometimes it’s good to laugh. If you can’t laugh at yourself and other things around you then you become depressed, trust me I know.
“Times, you know that I love your sense of humour, but shut up and call for back up!”
“Fine, I’ll be right back I left the phone in your bloody car!”
“Oh so just cause it’s my car means that it’s my fault that you forgot the phone!” I hated him but he was my best friend at the same time.
“Yep, it’s your fault.”
“Shut up and go for back up! Whoever trashed the house could still be in there with a gun! Now go!”
“Okay.”
Times went back to the car to get the phone so I decided to approach the house to see if I could see anything of Edward Gilford. As I approached the front door I heard two gun shots that rang out. The sound’s seemed to be coming from the house. At that very moment Colin ran to me.
“Are you okay Vicky? Did you get shot? Oh please say that you didn’t get shot!” He sounded really worried.
“Right, first off Times, I did not get shot. And second when we are on duty together my name is not Vicky, its Detective Riley!”
“Okay, did you see anyone?” Colin always asks the obvious questions!
“If I had seen anyone do you think that I would still be standing here? Don’t you think that I would run after anyone that I saw leaving the house?”
“Well yeah I suppose so but............” He suddenly stopped talking and everything went into slow motion. Colin was staring behind me, as I turned I saw a man who looked allot like Edward pointing a gun at me. Suddenly Colin shouted;
“No Vicky, get down now!!” Just then Edward realised that it was me and another cold shiver ran through me, turning my blood to ice. An expression of grief and pain passed across his face as he stared at the gun that was clenched in his hands.
“Vicky is that you?” It was that silvery voice that I had longed to hear for 3 years.
“Yeah it’s me Ed.” My voice broke and I started stuttering. I finally realised that I was a cop and that he was holding a gun. “Put the gun down Edward Gilford, or I will make you put it down if it is the last thing that I do!” Edward smiled that kind of sly smile that made me uneasy.
“Oh Vicky, Vicky, Vicky, Vicky! It will be the last thing that you do if I have anything to do with it!” He was pointing the gun at me and the feeling of pain crossed his face again. Either he was wounded or he was upset about having to shoot me.
“Vicky, RUN!” It was too late Edward had already fired the shot.....
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The Past Will Come Back To Bite
Mystery / Thriller"Sitting in my car was the worst part, just sitting, waiting, until you gather up the courage to get out of the car and stare at dead boddies, while your brain ticks over trying to find anything that would fit, trying to find out why someone, anyone...
