Amanda and the
others made it safely to a small inn. Detective Snyder met them in the lobby.
arrangements for you to stay here instead," Snyder said. "We have
reason to believe the two men who assaulted you were not the only ones looking
Amanda was a little
shocked, "Looking for me? Why would anyone be looking for me?"
Snyder glanced up at
Todd then looked back at Amanda, "There are a lot crazies out there,"
he responded. "You are somewhat a legend around here."
"Yeah, that's kind of why I left. I guess I didn't like the
get to the bottom of this. Both suspects are in custody and we'll question
them. In the meantime, you'll have to stay low. You may have to go back to
California for a while until things have settled."
Amanda nodded, but
her mind was on the men. When Snyder didn't elaborate on the suspects, she
decided not to ask. The detective seemed to be busy with making arrangements.
She didn't want to bother him.
The women were shown
the room, Amanda set up her laptop and Trisha turned on the TV.
Amanda let out an
Trisha asked. "You would have been more prepared if you just watched the
news the night before."
"I was too
dizzy to pay attention," Amanda said matter-of-factly, "So I just
went to sleep."
Trisha said understandingly, "Right… Sorry. But you still should still
watch it tonight."
Amanda was about to respond when there was a knock on the door. Trisha tumbled
out of her chair and went to open it.
should consider going shopping later. There's a bunch of interesting stores in
town," Amanda called out after her.
that's not possible," Todd said as he walked in. "The detective said
that we need to stay inside for our own protection. We'll be getting take-out
"I'm feeling really good right now and I'm still stuck to a room. The one
of the few times I rather go out than stay in."
"Then you can
watch the news," Trisha said and she turned up the volume.
Instead of the news,
however, it was soccer. Trisha slapped her hand onto her face. "It's too
early for the news, isn't it?"
Amanda said and turned to her laptop. No Wi-fi. She then laid back into her
bed. At least she had her phone. She took it out to find that she couldn't get
a good signal either.
Amanda groaned, "Talk about bad luck."
yourself be entertained by drama of the soccer players trying to fake their
injuries," Trisha said.
Amanda sighed, and
looked back at her laptop. She figured that she could use this time to write