Subj: What Could Have Been part 11/?
Date: 1/23/00 10:27:43 PM Central Standard Time
From: KimD
In some ways Barnabas felt that the jail cell was worse than being locked in the coffin. He knew what was happening to the people around him, and all he could do was watch what was happening, without being able to do anything for them. He could see that Vicki was willing to risk much in order to save him, and he was afraid for her. He knew that something was going to happen, and he was trapped in the cell unable to do anything for her.
It was after dark when Vicki’s returned to Collinwood. Her thoughts had turned toward Mary Hindricks, the dead woman who was supposed to have phoned in her husbands’ death. She also thought of the phone number that she had found in Grant’s apartment. It belonged to someone named Joe. She had been reluctant to use it before now, because she didn’t know what to expect from Joe, buy she was running out of time and options.
She dialed the number. A female voice answered the phone. “I’m looking for Joe,” Vicki said. “Is he there?”
“Sorry,” the female said, “but Joe doesn’t live here anymore. Maybe I can help?”
“I really hope that you can. I’m Victoria Winters. I was looking for some information.”
“What kind of information?”
“Information about Grant and Mary Hindricks.”
“Yes, I know about them,” the voice said, eager to help. “I can answer you’ re questions, but not over the phone. A mile from Collinwood is an abandoned barn. You can meet me behind it tomorrow evening at 6.”
“But who are you?”
“You’ll find out tomorrow.”
The next day Vicki thought all mostly about the meeting that she was to have tonight. She went through the phone conversation over and over in her mind looking for some clue as to the woman’s identity. She arrived at the meeting site ten minutes early. She was anxious to find out who this woman was, and what information she had. She saw some movement from the corner of her eye. She turned and saw something tumbling in the wind. She quickly caught it and found that it was a picture. It was of Mary, before she died. She was wearing a dress in the same shade of blue as the piece of cloth Vicki had found yesterday. She flipped it over and found writing on the back. It was a list of cities, “Laharbra, Maryland Wittacer, Vermont Collinsport, Maine”. It was the same list that she had found in Grant’s apartment with the phone number.
She looked up and saw the figure of a woman coming toward her. She strained her eyes to see who it was. She saw a blue outfit and again looked down at the picture in her hand.