Crystal quivered as another sob escaped her swollen lips. How could such a simple plan go so wrong? She had followed her sister’s commands to the letter. Yet, somehow, somewhere along the line, what was supposed to be a silly prank had become real. Her sister was dead. Tangled, wild hair fell unchecked across her face as she turned to watch the paramedics load Harold’s unconscious body into the back of an awaiting ambulance.
She sighed. All this for revenge. Had she had the nerve, she would have stopped her sister in time; hindsight was a beautiful thing. After giving her statement to the police, she would be free to go, whereas poor Harold would be arrested for Melanie’s murder. Crystal gulped down a nervous giggle. Well, from another perspective, Melanie plan had worked!
With the body of her sister wrapped in black and tucked away in the back of another ambulance, the sirens wailed their despair as they pulled away from the crime scene.
The body of Melanie Kent wrapped in black, most becoming for any beautiful corpse, mused Crystal. The heavy footfall of a very large man dressed in a heavy trenchcoat caught her attention. His determined walk in her direction wiped the lingering smile off her pretty face.
“Detective Bob Jones, miss. I’d like to ask you a few questions about what occurred tonight.” Heavy brows and the hooded, focused stare scared her. She wrapped the patchwork blanket tighter around her body.
“I already answered the officer’s questions detective. What more do you want from me?”
Jones watched her. She was as slinky as a cat’s tail, curling her feline body into a protective stance at his scrutiny.
“Do you know the woman who was found in the bathtub?”
“N-no detective. As I told Officer Campbell, Harold and I were in the bedroom. I got up to go freshen up and found her there. I tried to pull her out but…” A lonely tear wet her cheek. “The blood. It was too much and my mind snapped. I screamed. Harold, he tried to help me but I knocked him aside and ran.” Her hand quivered as she cleared stray strands of hair from her eyes. “The next thing I remember is being wrapped up in this blanket and the police arriving.”
The detective watched Crystal picking at the blanket, as though trying to remove the lies woven within. He sighed. Life would be so simple if people told the truth the first time round.