ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #7
Date: 11/20/2016,
Categories:
Celebrities,
Author: FrankSinner
... the rooms, she saw a face sticking out at her level, and she immediately recognized the curly black hair and glasses wearing face as Robbie. She started to wave, but he put his finger up to his lips giving her the shush signal before closing the door back once she gave him a nod. Once he was alone with his deputies, Singer took a deep breath, and headed into the room where West's body still lay, with one thought on his mind: where was Mrs West? * * * Just as Carly got into the room with Sam, the blonde got a call on her cell phone from an unknown number. Answering quickly, she heard faint music like someone playing a music box with a badly pre-recorded voice. "One little, two little, three little Indians. Four little, five little, six little Indians." The song could have gone on, but Sam was so freaked out by it that she tossed her phone to the side, and figured it was just some k*ds playing a prank or something. Once Carly got her stuff, she and Sam headed down the hall to the opened door of the large darkening sunroom, where Andre, Beck, Nate, and Gibby were all sitting around and talking. "Was wondering when you girls were going to get over here," Andre said, trying to keep a light tone as he slid down the couch to make room for one of them. "Just had to get my stuff," Carly said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Heard you guys talking, and figured being alone was not ideal." "Hey," Sam said, giving her best friend a glare. "I ...
... was there too." "You know what I mean, Sam…" Carly said rolling her eyes. "Whatever," the blonde said, reaching for a beer from the small cooler the guys had between them. "I'm not sure it's the best idea to drink, guys," Gibby added, looking around and feeling nervous. "Maybe we should stay alert when the cops come and talk to us." "Talk to us about what?" Beck asked, taking a long swig. "None of us had anything to do with any of it." "Yeah," Carly added, "but you guys were all here when it happened, and we were at the wedding." "Are we sure what happened to Jade's dad wasn't like self-inflicted or accidental?" Gibby asked, looking around. "No fucking way," Beck said looking dead ahead, and trying to form a thought that wouldn't speak ill of the dead. "Someone went to town on that guy, plus getting attacked by that dog. I never liked the guy, but that was pretty savage." "You think it might be someone here?" Sam asked, leaning back on the couch. "Like in this room?" "No…" Nate said, putting his hand up to Andre. "She means is someone who we know responsible for killing Jade's dad." "Seems like you got a pretty good motive, Beck," Sam said, cocking a glance his way. "It could be anyone really, I guess," Andre said, looking all around the room. "Guy walks away from Cujo and ends up getting done in by some sicko… I'd hate to think that ...