Saturday, October 03, 2015

Dubious Arrangement: Day 3

Word Count: 18,008

Summary of Events:
Greyson had a restless night worrying about his Jeep because of a suspicious figure he'd seen nearby it, but he didn't want to leave before Shelli — whom he'd met the night before — woke up; when she did she fed him breakfast, talked high-intensity job options with him, and bought him an excessive amount of groceries — some of which he surreptitiously managed to sneak into the Food Bank donation box before they left the grocery store — before delivering him to his undamaged Jeep, although he found out it had been entered. When he got back to Shady Acres he felt he was being watched as he unloaded the groceries, although his worry about that was put on the back burner when he couldn't find Hanna.

Excerpt of the Day:
"Once the groceries were all put away Greyson looked around. Hanna hadn't been at the door waiting for him — but he hadn't fully been expecting as much, she was a cat and not a dog — and he didn't recall noticing her as he'd been loading in the groceries, but he'd been thinking more about the sensation of being watched anyways.
He checked the bedroom, but Hanna wasn't on the bed. Concern started to build in him when he looked around the trailer in all the places he recalled seeing Hanna before and found no sign of her.
"Hanna?" Greyson called.
Quickly he checked under furniture, in cupboards, bathtubs, closets, and toilets, but no matter where he searched — even the fridge — Hanna was nowhere to be found. Greyson went through the porch and found nothing. He looked outside the door, but Hanna wasn't waiting to be let in either.
Taking up his keys, he hurried outside and checked to be sure she wasn't in his Jeep, and found she wasn't there either.
"Hanna!" he called, starting to feel a terrible concern for her.
He locked his Jeep again and started searching the yard for Hanna, he had to find her. If she was having her kittens he wanted her to be somewhere close by where he could keep an eye on her.
She wasn't in or around the workshop — although Edmund was sunning himself by the little lean-to there again — she wasn't around any of the small buildings, she wasn't in the burnt-out basement.
Greyson called for her and heard no meow or kitten mewing in the dark of the other barns. In the one, though, he saw a red light blink. Stopping, Greyson looked. The red light blinked again.
Stepping inside the barn, Greyson released the door, which fell closed and left Greyson in pitch dark; that wasn't good, he needed some sign of where the door was. He pushed the door open again and found a small block of wood which he set in the door. It gave a small crack of light, but that would be enough.
Quietly Greyson moved across the dirt to the blinking light. Before he reached it his hand touched metal. Sleek, smooth, cool metal. When the light blinked he caught a glimpse of a vehicle's interior. A much more modern vehicle was parked here. It probably wasn't the property of Mr. Odell — if he even knew it was there. Greyson was sure he was being watched.
He felt the vehicle over. It was an SUV, and a Chevrolet one too. He couldn't make out the model name, his fingers weren't that good. Greyson considered trying to open a door to see if it was locked, but decided against it, in case the light was an indicator that the doors were locked — which would mean the alarm would be set, and thus would go off when he tried the handle; he wasn't prepared to meet whomever was keeping an eye on him."

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