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idea. Home for now.”
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
     
     
    Wednesday, August 17th, 12:05 PM
     
    SAMANTHA RIGGS knocked on the door of the Macy home.
    In a few moments, Abigail Macy opened the door as far as the
security chain would allow. She peeked through. She was still dressed in her housecoat,
and looked exhausted and physically drained. She brightened somewhat when she
saw the visitor. She closed the door again, and removed the chain.
    “Sam,” she said, as she smiled feebly and swung the door
open. “Come in.”
    Sam smiled and stepped inside. “I’m taking an extended lunch
break today. I just wanted to see how you’re doing, Abby. It’s been a while.”
    Sam followed as Abby walked slowly into the living room, her
slippers scratching wearily along the floor. She dropped into an armchair. Sam
sat on the couch opposite and leaned forward. “Is everything ok?” she asked.
    “Not really.”
    Samantha works for Philip Macy’s firm as an assistant
accountant, and her and Abby had been friends for some time. “We really miss
you at work,” she said, looking concerned.
    Abby nodded. “I miss you too, but I just haven’t felt like
doing much of anything lately.” She sighed and looked at the table beside her,
at a photo of her husband holding a small child.” She was lost in thought for a
moment, and then looked back at Sam.
    Sam said, “Philip doesn’t talk much about what’s going on
with you, but you know me; I have a way of getting information.” She laughed,
and then continued, “He says you have been feeling more down in the last couple
of days. What’s going on?”
    Abby sighed and studied Sam before saying, “I saw a terrible
thing.”
    Sam cocked her head.
    “But nobody believes me.”
    “Yes?”
    Abby hesitated.
    “I’ll believe you, Abby. We’ve known each other for a long
time.”
    Abby looked down. She rubbed her hands and twisted her
fingers into a knot. Finally, she looked up and spoke. “Sunday night I was
coming home... I was just out for a walk, and I saw... just a few houses
down... I saw somebody... a woman... killed.”
    Sam sat frozen, her mouth and eyes wide open.
    Abby continued, “I told Philip. He believes me, but the
police don’t.”
    Sam was finally able to speak, but all she could say was, “Wow.”
    “The police looked into it, but they found nothing.”
    “Do you know... did you see who it was?”
    Abby shrugged. “I didn’t see the woman’s face.”
    “But the killer. Did you see him?”
    Abby hesitated. “Yes,” she said finally.
    “Didn’t you tell the police?”
    “No. I have been afraid to say anything. If they can’t find
any evidence it happened... well, if I say anything, I’m afraid he may come
after me. He saw me. He knows who I am. He chased me home, but then left when I
got to the door.”
    “But you saw his face?”
    Abby nodded.
    “Do you know him?”
    Abby nodded again.
    “So, are you going to tell me who it was?”
    Sam sat still, shocked, and unable to speak, as Abby told
her whom she had seen that night, murdering a woman on the front lawn of her
neighbor’s house.
     
     
    Wednesday, August 17th, 12:15 PM
     
    JAKE HAD INTENDED to serve the legal papers yesterday, but
time just hadn’t allowed it. He dug the paper from his wallet containing the
address for Franklin & Franklin.
    He poked his head into the kitchen where Annie was cleaning
up after their quick lunch. “I’m going to serve those papers now, I shouldn’t
be too long,” he said.
    Annie threw the dishcloth into the sink and turned around. “Your
timing is impeccable.”
    “Huh?”
    “Mom is coming over. I know how much you’d love to see her.”
    “Yeah, like a bad cold.”
    Annie laughed. “I’ll tell her you had to go out for awhile.
I don’t expect she’ll be here long.” She looked at her watch. “You can probably
come home safely by two o’clock or so.”
    “Then I’d better get moving,” he said as he walked over and
leaned down, giving