MInTheGap Fiction Fiction Writing from MInTheGap

A Mysterious Clue – Page 3

“Well, these two men came inside the McDuncans and were talking about some gem.”

“You said that in your letter.”

“Right. Well, what I couldn’t say in my letter was that they said was that some detective, you I guess, was getting to close, and they were going to get rid of your relatives, or friends or something.”

“Go on.”

“Well. They said that they had hidden the gem on somewhere right under your nose.”

“Under my nose?”

“Yes, somewhere in this city. They then spotted me, and I ran upstairs. When I thought they were all gone, I sent the letter, but I think they were following me, and may have followed me all the way here.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. If needs be, I’ve got a place where they can never find you.”

“I’d feel much safer if I was there now.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, it’s your decision.” I got her handed her some summer clothes, and showed her where to change. She did.

“Are you crazy? Do you know what temperature it is outside?”

“About twenty, if we’re lucky. Here, put on your coat. Where we’re going, you won’t be cold.” I took her out to the game, and tried to call up the beach program. “Oh no. I forgot.”

“Forgot what?!” She asked, shivering.

“Well. We broke it. It looks like we’ll have to go back in the house.” We did, and she changed back into her warmer clothes.

“Thanks to you, I may catch cold!”

“Well, you could always go back to South America. What we need is a low profile job with someone who could keep you safe.” I paused. “Tracy!” I called. She came, and I said to her, “Could you make Theresa up with black hair, a different color eyes, and give her some mother-type clothes.”

“Sure, why?”

“Noah, you’re going to get a new maid to help Laura with the baby.”

“Huh?!” They both looked at each other. Noah stood up, in shock.

“But Adam, I don’t need any help.”

“Noah, we need somewhere for Theresa to stay, and with Laura having a baby and all, your house is the logical place.”

“All right.” He said, showing Theresa to the car. Laura gladly excepted the help, since Noah was not a master chef, master taste-tester yes, chef no. I then went to the police station to talk to Amanda again.

“Hey, Adam! He proposed to me last night!”

“Who?”

“Gordon, my boyfriend. It looks like I don’t need Noah’s formula after all!”

“Well, congratulations. When’s the wedding?”

“Next fall!” She said.

“How’s Amanda doing?”

“Well, we’ve given her anything she has requested.”

“Such as?”