The Name is Holly - Part 2

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The hole was basically impossible to find.

          The only conclusion the police could come up with was that I was the murder and had hidden the murder weapon. which was partially true. In the end, I had to go on the run. Ronnie had come with me because that's the kind of thing that friends like him do. I think he knows the truth though, that I didn't commit the murder. I don't know why I think so just that this look in his eye makes you believe that he is behind you all the way. Just in this case he knows the truth. Anyway, I hope that makes sense. Anyway now we( well, I am) are on the run from the police.

          As Ronnie and I headed downtown I felt as if someone were looking at me. As we passed a store I stopped to look in through the glass display window. I peered in pretending to by looking at the merchandise, but really I was using the glass as a mirror. I scanned the opposite block but I didn't see anybody watching me. By now Ronnie was giving me strange looks and tapped my shoulder. I turned to look at him but he motioned that we should keep going. I just shrugged him off and went back to the window. Ronnie started looking a little wild but I just shrugged him off. Then I saw him. The mysterious watcher was a boy standing across the street using the window as a mirror just like me. I smirked when I saw what he was using. He was using a restaurant window and the people inside were starting to stare at him.

          I turned and looked at Ronnie finally giving him my full attention. He pointed behind me so I turned to see what was his problem. There only a few feet away from us was a policeman. He hadn't noticed us get so we made a run for it. But before we left I looked behind me to see the store I had been using. My cheeks burned red with embarrassment. The store sold undergarments for men and women. ' I must look like a fool' I thought silently to myself. All I could do was keep on running.

         

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