Every thought in my head
Morgan allowed herself to cry over Rita for only a minute. She had to get to work if she didn’t want to end up just like her. First, she dug around the room for anything that could be a weapon. She didn’t find much. Only a steak knife and a set of crutches. [...]
“What’s that noise?” Rita asked as Morgan re-entered the office. “They’re, uh, they’re cutting at the loading dock door. Sounds like a power saw.” “They’re going to get in?” Rita tried to move but then clutched at her leg again. “Probably, yes. But I called for help.” “The police? But [...]
Morgan paced the office, biting a fingernail. Rita was pale and sweaty, taking shallow breaths, but her eyes followed Morgan back and forth. Morgan had spent a minute crying after she realized the police weren’t going to come to their rescue, but she’d snapped out of it when she heard the pounding on the [...]
“I think they’re breaking in,” Morgan said, leaning out of the office door. “I think I heard glass breaking,” “Okay…” Rita’s jaw was clenched and she was sweating as she tried to keep her leg still. “There’s a security door that closes over the stairway… The key pad is on the wall… Type…3-4-6-7 [...]
“Almost there.” Morgan grunted, hoisting Rita up into the office chair. Rita stifled a cry as her leg caught on the corner of the desk. Morgan grabbed a box and propped her foot up and tried to make her more comfortable. “Call the police,” Rita said through clenched teeth. “I need an ambulance. [...]
“This is case number 55-8360, Robert Holt. The body is that of a malnourished and diseased seventy-two year old Caucasian male with grey hair and brown eyes. The body is 73 inches long and weighs 145 pounds.” Rita spoke into the microphone clipped to her lab coat as Morgan took notes. “Diagnosed with [...]
