Joey Grace (Night of September 13, 1983)
Addie and I were in the living room, watching TV, when I heard a knock at the door. Answering it, I saw that it was Carrie and immediately tried shutting it on her. I’m really not in the mood for this. However, before I could close it all the way, she stuck her foot in the doorway.
“She did slip!” she shouted at me.
Reluctantly, I opened the door back up to hear her out. “Who?”
“Liv,” she uttered, handing me a manila envelope, full of x-rays and other test results. “Her autopsy said so; it was an accident.”
“And how exactly did you get this? The Westons said that the autopsy wouldn’t be in until tomorrow.”
“Well, the Westons don’t know as many people as I do,” she smirked. “May I come in?” I stepped to the side to let pass me. Entering the house, she looked it up and down, inquisitively, then over at Adeline. I watched as she flashed her a warm smile. “I suppose I owe you an apology,” she said, glancing back at me. “Along with the rest of this town.”
“I don’t care what they think; I already know the truth,” I replied, walking into the kitchen to get something to drink. In the cupboard, above the sink, there was a bottle of bourbon that I poured into a glass. I was about to offer some to Carrie, but then I quickly remembered she was with child, so I poured her some cranberry juice, instead.
“You know, I also did some more investigating on that old shack,” she mentioned, leaning against the counter. “Found out some pretty interesting things too.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“Like how it’s in Sheriff Grecker’s name.”
I stopped drinking my whiskey, mid-sip, and looked over at her with pure and utter shock. “You’re kidding?”
“I wish I were, but apparently, when his father died, he inherited the place.”
“Did his dad hate him or something?”
“I guess so,” she laughed. “But Joe, do you know what this means? Our very own sheriff could possibly be the most dangerous serial killer this town has ever seen.”
“So what do we do?”
“I’m not sure. Go to the state police?”
“Well, let’s not rush into that just yet. We don’t even know if it’s even actually him leaving those bodies down there.”
“What more evidence do we need? The man’s obviously guilty.”
“And I’m sure there’s people saying the same thing about me right now.”
Carrie bowed her head and there was brief moment of silence between us, before I suggested driving over to the scene of the crime. “What about her?” Carrie asked, glancing over at Addie, who’d still been sitting on the couch, watching her cartoon.
“It’s bedtime for her anyway,” I noted, entering the living room and grabbing the remote off the coffee table to turn the TV off. I then placed Addie’s arms around my neck and lifted her up off the sofa. “C’mon, Princess, time to go to sleep,” I told her, making my way towards the stairs.
Afterwards, on the road, Carrie began questioning our plan, or my plan, that is. “So what exactly do you expect to find down there that Grecker hasn’t already disposed of by now?”
“Oh, I’m sure there’s something he missed,” I answered. “There always is.”
Turning the corner, onto Amy’s street, I noticed all of the cop cars had completely cleared out. There didn’t even seem to be anyone, undercover, staking the place out. I found that rather odd, considering the bodies were found only three days ago and they still had no leads. Maybe, Grecker did do it, after all. Although, we did find that there was still caution tape around the shack as we walked up to it with our flashlights.
“Ladies first,” I said, looking over my shoulder, at Carrie.
“What a gentleman?” she scoffed, ducking under the tape to get inside. I followed closely behind her.
While searching for the trap on the floor, something even more interesting caught my eye. I crouched down to pick it up and examine it closer, in the palm of my hand. It was a small, white pill, no bigger than a ladybug. However, when I flipped it on its backside, I could see microscopic letters as clear as day. A.G.? Adriene’s behind this?
“You find anything?” I heard Carrie ask behind me.
“Nope,” I lied, discarding the pill and standing back up, before she could get suspicious. Crushing the pill into powder, I rubbed it into the crack of the floorboards with my foot, then walked away. “I think I remember it being over here somewhere.”