Our Sick Inheritance (editing)

Chapter 128 - Let It Lie On Your Face

Afraid to leave his wife alone, Kyle was grateful that two of her close friends came over to comfort her and help her with anything she needed.

It was clear that Jake was glad that Kyle was driving. Jake told Kyle he was sore in more places in his muscles than he thought possible. The last thing Jake wanted to do was drive anymore. The need to find Stacy which was the only reason they were all getting out of bed. Kyle knew all they really wanted to do was lay around depressed and sleep the years away until they didn't hurt anymore. Dreading that Stacy's killer could get away now that the news channels clung to the story, was enough to get Kyle's adrenaline flowing to make it through the thick snow.

The silence in the car was deafening. It was as if Kyle had forgotten that Jake was in the truck. He usually had a great time when he rode with Jake but today was different. He wondered if it was the first of many to come. Not able to take the silence any longer, Kyle heard Jake break the ice.

"I had a dream of Stacy last night well actually all night it seemed like." Jake started off slowly.

"Tell me." Kyle encouraged.

Jake told his father the details of his dream and Kyle looked at him confused for a minute.

"Nate's mother? And baby Nate looked like a demon baby?"

"Kind of." Jake agreed.

"That doesn't make sense." Kyle said.

"Do my dreams ever at first?" Jake said dryly.

"You're right. After they happen in life we look back and say oh yeah, you did dream that." Kyle said making Jake laugh because it did occur just like that often. Suddenly the expression changed on his face.

"You know what that reminds me of?" Kyle asked Jake but continued before his son could respond, "The dream you had of Stacy in Anna's garden from the magazine you told me about. I looked it up. Instead of flowers, add baked goods."

The back of Kyle's hair stood up on his neck. He glanced at Jake and realized he was experiencing the same thing. He didn't want to hide anything from his wife, but he could run things by his son sometimes first if it had to do with murder.

"Jake." Kyle started then cleared his throat. "There is something about Stacy that I didn't tell your mother yet."

"Was she pregnant?" Jake asked in astonishment.

"No!" Kyle said too fast and loud. "No, and just no to that all."

"OK good." Jake smiled knowing Kyle didn't want to know about Stacy having sex.

"There is something else that Walt found when he was comparing blood of Jolene and Stacy. He had to test Stacy's blood and liquids anyway." Kyle said carefully.

"I'm afraid to ask, what is it?" Jake asked anyway.

"Stacy had alcohol in her system." Kyle said and waited as his son digested the information. He was hoping the Jake would be able to provide an explanation if he knew something Kyle didn't.

"She had a late lunch with her friends, right? Could she maybe have had a freedom celebratory drink with them hoping it would wear off before she drove anywhere. The storm was getting horrific at the time you said. That is why you were afraid she as stuck in the snow remember?"

"I did, but I also know that when your mother talked to the friends Stacy ate with. They told her what she ate, which they had no problem remembering. Plus, you know your sister is an advocate against drinking and driving. Walt told me what was in her stomach and it was more than what consumed with her friends. The digestion suggested that she ate about two hours before adding sugar to her menu with the alcohol." Kyle said sounding more like Jake's dream than the day he had it.