posted on Jun, 26 2012 @ 01:01 PM
Jason felt compelled to swing by Anna’s house on his way back to the station, perhaps he could gather some evidence, maybe piece a few things
together from there. His brain was churning from Anna’s frantic phone call earlier.
As deputy Burke pulled into the long driveway at Anna’s the first thing that caught his eye was that the front door was wide open. He didn’t know
Anna very well, but he was confident that she would never leave her front door wide open like that while she was away from her house, although he saw
no apparent sign of a forced entry.
Cautiously he entered her home; he did have his gun draw just in case someone was inside. The entryway looked normal, typical, living room to the
left, a coat closet on the right. He was thankful that no one was hiding in the closet. He made his way straight back through a lengthy hallway,
noticing a set of stairs on the right, a small bathroom on the left, and then back to the kitchen, and dining room. There was a rather large patio out
back of the dining room with an overabundance of large potted plants, for the most part, all flowers – pretty flowers too. Everything seemed to be
in order here. Jason admired how Anna’s home was well kept, clean, smelt nice and fresh, with no chaotic clutter like some other houses he had been
in. He turned to check out the upstairs.
As Jason crested the landing he saw four bedrooms. The first room was obviously a guest room with some very nice antique pieces of furniture, a
beautiful quilt on an antique brass bed frame, and then an antique washbasin with a big pitcher and basin bowl. Eclectic pieces, but they all looked
nice together. Under the bed, clear… as was the closet.
The second room was perceptibly a hobby room of sorts; mostly it appeared to be a sewing room from what he saw. There were a couple of nice glass
cases with sliding doors full of yardage, an unfinished quilt in the works next to Anna’s sewing machine, and the closet in this room was full of
miscellaneous Rubbermaid bins with lids all neatly stacked, all full of fabric and threads in every color imaginable.
The office was that of an office, comfortable with all the necessary equipment that any working office would have, some nice oak book cases against
the far wall full of books, a manuscript on the desk and the computer monitor had what appeared to be a novel in progress up on the screen. This is
where Anna writes he books Jason thought to himself. The office was systematic; everything was nicely organized in this room. A nice desk in front of
the large window so as to see out over the entrance of her property, with a big comfortable padded desk chair sitting on a plastic floor mat.
Jason glanced into the hall bathroom, checking behind the shower curtain as he made his way to the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was rather large and had a sitting alcove with a chair and lamp table. Above Anna’s headboard there was a beautiful oil painting
of Anna, exquisitely dressed in a wedding gown. Clearly the artist had captured Anna well in the painting, she was breathtakingly beautiful on her
wedding day. Jason noticed that her bed wasn’t made proper per say, just pulled up, with a robe neatly lying across the foot of the bed. Her bedroom
was rather inviting, with a faint scent of Anna’s perfume lingering in the air. It was pleasant, peaceful even, with a monochromatic white color
The master bath was remarkable, truly. There was a large Jacuzzi tub with a diverse array of candles around the rim of the tub. He noticed an empty
wine glass also sitting on the tile rim of the tub, probably from Anna’s last soak. He let his mind drift a little picturing Anna soaking in a warm
bubble bath, he envisioned himself there with her. He shook off the notion, heck even Bill had taken to teasing him about crushing on the widow, and
perhaps he was? He would have to be careful, and keep his business regarding Anna as neutral as possible in front of Bill.
There was no evidence of anything out of order anywhere upstairs, none that he could find anyway. He turned to exit Anna’s room, pausing briefly at
the door to look over his shoulder once more, taking it all in.
When Jason got downstairs he finished his walk-through of Anna’s house with the living room. Upon entering the living room that was when all of
Anna’s hysterical jumbled words made sense. It was hard not to miss the written words on the window shades, written... of course, in Lipstick! He
took some pictures of the shades, NOW IS THE TIME TO DIE ! BURN IN HELL ! HANGMAN"S NOOSE FOR YOU! Strategically wrote across them.
Jason was really worried for Anna. This was real, real bad.
He glanced over his shoulder to the overstuffed chair on the opposite wall from the windows. There on the table was a coaster with a glass full of
what appeared to be iced tea, with condensation trickling down the clear glass.