Subj: What Could Have Been part 4/?
Date: 12/26/99 9:33:50 PM Central Standard Time
From: Kim D
What Could Have Been
by
KimD
When Vicki woke up she found herself on the living room floor next to the desk. She remembered the newspaper clipping she found and quickly stood up. She instantly regretted the action, for her head throbbed mercilessly. After she stood up she notice that someone had torn the apartment up looking for something while she was unconscious. She turned to the desk, which was had also been thoroughly gone through. She looked though the scattered papers on top of the desk and through the now open drawers, but couldn’t find the newspaper clipping. She searched her mind to remember the name she had found there, but drew a blank. She knew that she had seen it and that it had looked familiar, but she couldn’t remember what it was. She looked in the other rooms, but could find nothing. The crime scene photos were even gone. Whoever had hit her had erased any clues about his wife and whatever was in the newspaper clipping. Vicki went downstairs and talked to the landlord. He was able to tell her that Grant worked as a professor at New York University, but unfortunately nothing else. The landlord didn’t even know anything about a wife.
It was late in the afternoon so she decided that she still had time to talk to some of the staff at New York University, and catch a train back to Collinsport tonight. Once at the university she found that Grant spoke to few people, and most of the staff knew very little about him. She did meet one that seemed to know him. His name was Neal Edwards. “Grant always seemed to be a lonely man. He didn’t speak of his wife often.” Neal seemed to think back to a past memory.
“Is there anything you can remember about her?”
“Yes, though it’s been a few years. Mary was always kind, but there seemed to some part of herself that she kept hidden from the world. Sometime I wonder if Grant even completely knew her.”
“Could you tell me what happened to her?”
“She fell down a flight of stairs in their home. A lot of people thought that it was no accident, including Grant. Soon after he sold the house and promised to get even with the person who was responsible.”
“Can you tell me who was suspected?”
“No, I’ve said to much already,” he said as a mask seemed to come over his face that seemed to hide anything else he knew. Had she gone too far?
Vicki thanked him for his help and left.
She had a lot to think about, and a train to catch. Barnabas’s arraignment was in the morning. Vicki felt a little dissapointed as she left. She had hoped to find something more concrete in New York, something that would have made Barnabas’s innocence clear.
Vicki arrived in Collinsport during the night. She only had a few hours to sleep before the arraignment began.