It was a beautiful day to move into a new house.
Jamie shielded her eyes from the sun and watched as Justin's muscles rippled and bulged under his sweat soaked wifebeater. He was such a hottie.
She and Justin were helping her new neighbors to move in. They seemed like a nice family. They were moving into the house in which Jamie had spent the worst five hours of her life.
Jamie caught up with Mr. Rudenko and Justin inside the house. As she was walking in, her eyes strayed upward to the stucco ceiling. Above the door was a sloppy patch job. . .her second missed shot. Mr. Rudenko noticed the direction of her gaze.
"Realtor said that the contractor's spray gun went berserk," he said. "They'll be out soon to smooth out the spot."
Jamie could understand why a salesman wouldn't have been wild about telling a client that their new home had been shot at.
Jamie and Justin thanked Mr. Rudenko and left. Justin gripped her hand tightly.
"I've been wanting to get you alone all day," he admitted. "Let's go for a walk." They entwined their fingers and strolled down the street.
As they passed her house Jamie looked it over. Jamie had helped her to replace the backdoor, the glass panels, her bedroom door, and the closet door. Not to mention cleaning up the bloodstains. The new backdoor was a distinctly lighter shade than the old one but neither of her parents had noticed yet.
"I have to tell you about September's and JC's explanations to the police," Jamie giggled. "They're pretty funny."
"September told them that she had been abducted by a deaf and dumb old man, who took her to his shack in the desert, and forced her to draw obscene pictures of him all day long. When they asked her where he lived she told them that she couldn't remember and when they asked her to describe what he looked like she described Coach Stefanci. She told them that she escaped when he wasn't listening."
Justin smiled.
"Wanna hear JC's?"
"This should be good," Justin laughed.
"He told them that, not one, not two, but three beautiful women were responsible for his kidnapping. He told the police that he put up a good fight and that's how he lost all the blood in his room, but they wrestled him down, tied him up and dumped him in their plushly carpeted and heavily perfumed van. They didn't take him to any one spot. Just drove around."
"For a week?" Justin asked incredulously.
"Yeah. And whatever two weren't driving would amuse themselves by doing all sorts of atrocious things to his naked body. There was an amazon blonde, a big busted redhead, and a tireless brunette. And here's the weird part. . .the police bought the entire story! It seems that they have several other young male kidnappings on file that fit the same pattern."
"I don't believe it!"
"It's true!" Jamie laughed.
"What do you say that we do a little disappearing act of our own?" Justin whispered, pulling her lips against his.
"I wanna know what happened with Joey," she said, pushing him away.
"Joey took her to the mountains. A pretty cabin next to a lake. She said that she was sorry. The day that she died she asked to be buried in the man's grave. She'd disposed of the real body in the fire, which helped her parents out financially, with the insurance money and all, and now she rigged it so that we wouldn't even have any evidence."
Jamie stared out over the development. They had climbed a hill behind her house.
She turned to him and smiled. "How about I take you up on that offer of being alone?"
Justin smiled and pulled her into his arms.
