The Scribbled Victims by Robert Tomoguchi

Author:Robert Tomoguchi [Tomoguchi, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ink Bleed Books
Published: 2017-02-27T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I didn’t expect to see her again so soon, so I was actually asleep when Yelena appeared outside my window and knocked. I woke and let her in. It was past three in the morning and I wasn’t only sleepy, I had little energy. This time she told me to take anything I wanted to keep and that she would explain later. I didn’t care about the explanation or how fatigued I was, I just wanted to go with her. I told her all I wanted were the art supplies she gave me and my pig slippers. We fled into the night sky like we had before. We descended to her car and soon we were driving in the Hollywood Hills, though I didn’t see the hills at the time. I had fallen asleep again.

She tucked me in my bed and then sat with me until it was nearly dawn and she became tired herself. Hisato and his girls would also be retiring so she did too, entering her secret chamber through her wardrobe and laying herself to rest in her coffin.

*

Very early in the morning, I woke and didn’t know what to do with myself. The house was dark. I didn’t know if the sun was up. All the window coverings were down. I knew I shouldn’t go outside, but I wasn’t sure if I could make noise or watch TV. I walked around the house but didn’t see Yelena asleep anywhere, but I figured she would sleep all day, wherever it was she slept. I went into the kitchen and couldn’t find any sugary cereal but I found blueberry pie in a tin and brought that to the table and ate it instead. The phone rang a few times but I didn’t answer it. I knew better than that. But then I heard the garage door open and shut. It was followed by the sound of a key being inserted in the lock of a door I guessed led into the garage. I was scared and jumped off the kitchen chair where I was sitting and ran back to my bedroom and hid under the bed. The house was so quiet that even from under my bed I could hear the door click back into the latch. Someone with loud shoes was walking through the house. The footsteps went into the kitchen and then came out; they came down the hall, coming closer to where I was hiding. From under the bed, I saw them. They were men’s dress shoes and the pants looked like a suit. They didn’t look like cop pants. Whoever it was stopped and stood in my doorway. I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe.

“Orly, you can come out. It’s okay. I won’t turn you in.”

I still didn’t make a sound in case it was a trick.

“My name is Berthold. I’m Yelena’s lawyer. I arranged Yelena’s meeting with Sigrid. Yelena told me she brought you from the hospital last night.”

I still didn’t move.

“I imagine you’re either under the bed or in the closet.

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