[2010] The Ghost of Blackwood Lane by Greg Enslen

Author:Greg Enslen [Enslen, Greg]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Mystery & Detective, General, Mystery & Crime
Publisher: Gypsy Publications
Published: 2010-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

She could hear his Mustang coming up the driveway—he was early today, but then his schedule had been erratic since he’d gotten back into the family business. She was going to have to figure out a way to get more warning.

Judy slipped the palette of paints back into the battered “Mama’s Sausage and Pepperoni” pizza box, trying to keep it flat as she walked it out to the laundry and put it back in the big icebox that seemed to take up half of that small room. The paints would keep—they always did, but she was worried about them sliding together and blending. It was so hard for her to buy more paints, and she wanted to be careful with what she had.

Judy ran back into the living room and picked up the painting and easel, carrying them both back into the laundry. This was the one room he almost never went into, and she either kept her paintings in here or up in the attic. Stuff she was working on, like this seascape with a tall palm tree leaning out over the water, went behind the washer.

He came in loudly just as she turned a talk show on and plopped down on the couch. She could hear him move immediately into the kitchen, and she heard the refrigerator open and the sound of a can popping open. She’d bet her last dollar that it was a beer.

Vincent came around the corner and looked at her. “What a lazy bitch! What are you doing, woman?”

She pointed at the screen. “I was watching Springer. Something on adult film stars, the things they go through. Did you know that they have to get tested for HIV infection every three weeks? And they have to bring proof to the set every day before they start filming?”

He just looked at her. She loved moments like this, when he was simply stunned into silence—they were like little diamonds for her to hold onto and treasure against the other times.

Vincent shook his head and turned, heading toward their bedroom. And she smiled to herself. As long as she could keep her sanity, things would be okay.

Thinking about her dreams helped, too—especially the strange dream she’d had the night before.

She’d been sitting in her bed, alone, brushing her hair with her big, silver hairbrush and thinking about Chris O’Toole, wondering what he was doing. Funny how she could remember what she’d been thinking in her dream. Chris’s face had been right there. She’d glanced into her hand mirror and for a moment, it had looked like his eyes staring back at her.

That was when the yelling had started, and she’d dropped the brush and pulled the sheets up around her tight. The bedroom door was closed but she could see it outlined in white, like there was some kind of really bright light on the other side, and then it had burst open. Vincent. He came stumbling in, anger written all over his face, and she saw that he was limping and that one of his arms was wrapped in a sling.

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