Scene of the Crime

Monacco Mansion - Vista Glenn, Las Vistas

“Make a right at the next street and then it’s the fourth house on the left,” Isabella instructed.  Blake did as he was told keeping one eye on the road and the other on her, giving special attention to her left knee, which hadn’t stopped shaking since they got into the car.  The closer they got to their destination the more it shook and he began to wonder if he should worry about her stomping a hole in the floor.  It finally came to a halt when he stopped his SUV at the front gate of a structure that looked more like a hotel than a house for any one family. She took and audible breath and pressed a few buttons on a small remote control that she’d fished out of her purse and the large iron gates creaked open allowing him to pull through into the concourse.  Before he could turn off the engine, she hopped out and began charging towards the house. 

Aftermath

Monacco Desert Cottage - Vista Hills

The garbled ring of the telephone echoed through the water as Isabella held her breath under the dissipating bubbles that floated on top: more reporters calling for more statements.  Didn't’ they understand that there wasn’t anything left to say? She was tired of talking about it to the police, to the press, to Lexie. All she wanted to do was forget but with the visions that had been on a continuous loop in her mind, that proved impossible. Whenever she let her thoughts wander all she could see was that big black car coming at her, closer and closer, her heart dropping into her stomach, her feet pinned to the ground, her legs unable to move, and then the suddenness of Blake’s body rushing against hers, dragging her to ground and out of the way just in time.

Close Encounters

Hard Body Fitness Studio – Downtown Las Vistas

Left, right, left, right, left, right.  Sloane’s feet slammed down on the rubber belt in quick succession as she increased her speed on the treadmill.  Her arms pumped up and down, flicking large beads of sweat as she continued to sprint. Nearly an hour had gone by but she was still too wired up to stop.  She could’ve pulled a freight train she was running so hard.