To: Janice Shell who wrote (737 ) 11/7/1999 10:35:00 PM From: Graystone Respond to of 1156
Colts Neck or Murder in the ManeA story by Graystone. The mansion, an architectural monstrosity of military penitence, was as quiet as Bluebell Lane sounded. The gray Dodge sat near the front door, the rental plates confirming it's innocence. The trunk of the car was open, and the shadow of the opening was a primeval maw, the single suitcase huddled forlornly at the bottom, the front door of the house stood in a dim pool of light. The ornamental gates at the estate entrance were open, inviting vehicles quick entrance from the quiet street. The sound of the heavy sedan broke like a wave as it crawled from the street into the estate, the dark gray car slowed as it neared the house . Inside the house a suitcase and other items were set at the bottom the front staircase, in the foyer. The marble floors echoed the sound of voices coming from the dining room opening, just down the hall from the foyer. Inside the dining room the two men (Victim A, Victim B) were making final preparations before the drive to Tennessee. The sound of the car engine broke into the conversation like a purr. Victim B went to see who was arriving. Victim B arrived at the front door and as he stood with the the front door open, the car stopped and a familiar man (the Killer) got out of the car, leaving the engine running. As (the Killer) came up the stairs he asked in a friendly voice, "Is Victim A here, I need to see him." Victim B turned and began to walk back to the towards the dining room. The new arrival (the Killer) followed. As soon as (the Killer) saw Victim A sitting in the dining room (the Killer) began to fire and continued to fire as he moved from the foyer to the hall way into the dining room entrance. Victim A tried to stand but the the five quick shots were enough to kill several such attempts, he crashed to the marble floor, redecorating with blood, (the Killer) then fired once into the leg of his unwitting guide, Victim B, who stood frozen in horror. He reloaded and put another shot into the head of his intended Victim A who lay in a rug of rich India red, a smaller rug of gray was created, "You ain't going nowhere this time bud, she'll just have to wait." (the Killer) considered the man who had let him into the house Victim B , now gaping in shock at the unexpected hole in his expensive suitpant leg, his orders didn't include Victim B. In the end (the Killer) decided he didn't need the complications and three more shots rang out. (the Killer) gathered up the bags that stood by the front entrance, and the other articles with them and carried everything out to his car. His instructions were clear on that. He ignored the grey Dodge, the monstrous maw didn't have any effect on him. The open front door of the house added a slab of marbled white to the scene, and as the dark gray car retreated to the night, the light accused all viewers, a stark reminder.Where is Chalem's luggage ? Lehmann must have been his driver on the sojourn he intended. What did the killer say ? <<she'll just have to wait >> Who did the killer mean, Kimberly, or Debbie ? Maybe a travel agent turned postal when he learned they intended to drive a rental car more than half way to Florida, then charter a plane for the other bit, I hope the police have checked out that angle.