moment
between Uncle Tommy and Austin’s spirit. A chill went down her
spine. She had never thought of Austin as a ghost until now. She
wasn’t sure if she believed in ghosts, but what if Austin was here
somehow, watching her every move? In a way, she was glad that his
laptop had been missing this time. If she had pissed him off at all
by going through his belongings, she didn’t want him haunting her
for stealing his laptop again.
She heard the floorboards creak as Uncle
Tommy walked closer to the closet door and turned the knob. Holding
her breath, she closed her eyes and leaned her head against the
wall, keeping her fingers crossed that something would stop him
from opening the closet door. She had never known Tom to be mean
(well, not abusively mean anyway), but how would it look for her to
be hiding in the closet? She couldn’t quiet her racing heart during
what felt like ages that Tommy stood, unmoving, outside of her
refuge.
Finally, the knob was released. The bedroom
light switched off shortly after, as Uncle Tommy trudged back
downstairs. Lexi waited a few seconds before she came out of her
hiding place, taking the time to look through his closet. She was
surprised to notice for the first time that it was mostly empty,
except for a sleeping bag on the floor, and his Letterman jacket on
a hanger in the corner. The rest of Austin’s clothes must have been
in the boxes she saw when she first got to Briar Creek. They really
didn’t take long to start getting rid of his stuff. Shouldn’t there
be a mourning period after a person dies?
Closing the door as quietly as she could, she
looked over to see a box marked “Private” sitting on Austin’s bed.
She wanted to see what was inside of it, but one close call was
enough for the night. Peeking out of his bedroom, she glanced down
the hallway. Once she was sure there was no one around, she ducked
back into her own room. Pressing her back against her door, Lexi
released a sigh, thinking of what a close call it had been.
She let her thoughts wander back to the box
when she heard her old Motorola phone buzzing. Realizing that she
hadn’t touched it the whole entire time she was in Briar Creek, she
dove for it in her brown Coach bag.
When she pulled the phone out, she did a
double take. She didn’t recognize the area code of the number
calling her. “Hello?” she asked cautiously.
“Hey, Lexi. It’s Dan. Violet told me that I
should give you a call because you wanted to talk to me.”
“Oh,” Lexi said, trying not to sound as
shocked as she felt. His call caught her off-guard; she hadn’t even
planned what she was going to say to him yet. After a few moments
she finally managed to say, “Yeah, I did. Um, do you think you’d
want to get together? Maybe sometime tomorrow?”
“Well, if you want to wait until tomorrow,
that’s fine. I’m not doing anything right now though. I can come
over if you want and we can talk outside.”
Lexi looked at the time on her cell phone. It
was only 8:30 and she really didn’t feel like sitting in her room
all night, without a computer or TV to entertain her. “Okay,
sure.”
“See you in ten.”
Hitting the end button on her cell phone,
Lexi pondered over why Violet had given her phone number to Dan
instead of giving his number to her. Not only that, but why Violet
had given him her number so quickly. She had only asked for it an
hour or so earlier. Shrugging it off, she decided that, whatever
her aunt’s intentions were, it had worked out to her benefit. She
was going to find out what Austin and Mary-Kate had been doing the
night that he died – and any other information she could squeeze
out of Dan.
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Chapter 4
Ten minutes later, Lexi found herself waiting
on the front porch for Dan to arrive. She was still surprised that
he was attracted to her. Dan was pretty cute for a jock, but he
didn’t give her the same feelings that Gabe gave her. Gabe. Just
the thought of his name stirred up the