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order. She looked at the kitchen door, the one that
led out to the garage, and found it unlocked. The glass panel was shattered. When
she stepped forward she cut herself on a piece of the glass and it made her cry
out.
    “What happened?” Guinevere said as
she appeared. “Oh my, you’ve cut yourself. Wrap it up, quickly. Do you want us to
get infected?”
    Ginny simply ignored her. Really ,
she thought to herself, wrap it up? Fucking moron. She took a deep
breath before she spoke. “I’m aware of the consequences if it gets dirty,
Guinevere. And why didn’t you wake up when someone broke in? Do I have to
fucking do everything?”
    “I didn’t hear anything.” Ginny
wrapped her foot as Guinevere continued. “I swear to you, I didn’t hear
anything. Did they take anything?”
    “How the hell should I know? I’ve
been taking care of my fucking foot.” The blood soaked through the towel even
as she continued wrapping it. “It’s going to need stitches. Now what the fuck
do we do?”
    Guinevere, in her usual non
helpful manner, didn’t answer. Ginny reached for another towel and wrapped it
around her foot again. She was going to bleed to death at this rate. When she
started to talk to Guinevere again, she realized she was gone. That’s when she
saw it.
    There had been no reason to look
on that end of the counter when she’d walked in. There had been a pile of junk
there since they’d moved in. Some of it was hers and the rest, most of it
anyway, belonged to Guinevere. They had been saying they were going to sort
through it for months.
    But she felt one of them would
have noticed the blood. It was fresh too, bright red instead of the rust color
that it became after it sat for a while. Ginny traced the blood path from the
pile of paper all the way up the side of the refrigerator to the top. She
clamped her hand over her mouth before she let out a scream.
    The neighbor had a dozen cats. Most
of them were kittens, of course. The mother cat had dropped about eight or so
of them several weeks ago. There had been a couple of other large cats, but
other than noticing the pregnant one, Ginny had never paid any real attention
to the stupid things. The tom, an orange-and-gray-colored cat, had been hanging
around for what Ginny had thought was another piece of ass.
    Right now, the tom was sitting
atop her refrigerator with his throat slit and his eyes wide open. Standing up
Ginny hobbled a bit closer to see that he had been eviscerated as well. His
guts lay out to drip over the top and his blood stained boxes of cereal that
had been stored there. That’s when she saw the little card.
    “Stay away from the Waite
Family or else this could be you.”
    Ginny stumbled back to the chair
and nearly missed it when she tried to sit. Someone knew. Someone knew. Someone
knew. Someone knew, her mind kept repeating over and over. With trembling hands
she picked up the stack of towels lying on the table that she’d gotten out to
wrap her foot and began to unfold and refold them. She did this four times
before she pushed them away. She never let her mind think about what this
meant, simply did the chore until she could think past the note. But that
hadn’t worked out for her. Not yet at any rate.
    Calling for Guinevere would be a
waste of time. Not only that, but she’d be hysterical and that would do no good
other than to piss Ginny off. Right now she’d like to hit someone, but hitting
Guinevere wouldn’t serve the purpose.
    Someone knew. Or, at the very
least, thought they knew. That wasn’t as bad, but it could be. She wondered if
it could be Guinevere, but dismissed that. Ginny would know if it were her and
then there was the simple fact that Guinevere could barely cut up a chicken for
dinner much less try and cut up a big tom cat. No, she was much too squeamish.
    The money-grubbing whore came to
mind next. But again, this wasn’t her style. Ginny knew she’d have called the
cops in…hell, she might even have called in