1. Court Record Chapter Seven


    Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: True Story, Written by women, Young, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    Something was not as she remembered. Back outside, her search continued as she brought her bike around the house and pushed it onward past the picnic table and down through the first of the apple trees to the barn. Again, the barn door also stood open, how unlike Scotty. It was one thing to leave the house open…unusual; but it was something very different to leave the barn unlocked let alone open. All his things for the orchards were stored in the barn. Where was he? What the hell had happened? She stood in stunned silence, this was not like Scotty…his car was here, the tractors were here, the trim wagon and all his other equipment was here; there was no explanation; no way all his things could be here and he was gone. As Sarah came out of the barn her thought processes move to a higher order. What was common in every detective mystery? The initial investigation was over; it was time to look deeper for clues to answer all the remaining questions. Walking back toward the house, Sarah studied the ground with new interest. There were tire tracks everywhere. She had not notice them on the way down to the barn, but now they were as clear as day. Next she noticed the width and style of the tire tracks. Several different vehicles, some with off road tires had been all over the place. A quick detective study said maybe as many as five or six different vehicles had been all over, round and round. As she came up the back steps she moved to close the door as she and Scotty always ...
    did. When her hand came away she realized she had blood on her hand where she had gripped the door. Alerted by this new clue she began to study the kitchen floor. Small drops of blood. Her concerns for Scotty mounted. She opened some of the drawers, found everything in order, but it was then she noted the kitchen knife block on the counter was missing several knives; maybe only two, maybe more. Sarah moved through the house closing the doors and securing the windows as she knew Scotty did every night. There were no more clews immediately available. Ten more minutes of fruitless detective work and she was sitting out at the picnic bench trying to organize what she knew. Scotty was missing…his car, tractors, everything he could use to get away were still here…there was some blood that might indicate a struggle…knives were missing…a pack pack…a pull bag…mismatched tires tracks all around the place. She sat pondered. She needed more information. She had exhausted all readily available clues. Right now is when all good detectives ask questions, but there was no one to ask. She was absolutely alone in this. She needed to move fast…Scotty could be in trouble. The sun was now quite high in the midday sky and it had moved such that she was no longer in the shade. This sleuthing is hard work and combined with a lot of tensions; she was getting warm. Out of nowhere conclusions started to form. Scotty was never going to be apprehended again. Someone had come here, most likely the law, and ...
«12...678...1112»