“Well Mr.
Kitty,” Lucy purred. "It seems that dumb ass Dylan Harper was in a bad car
accident and his lake house is empty. That would be much better than this dingy
hotel, right?”
Mr. Kitty
meowed in response and curled up on the foot of the bed.
“Don’t get
too comfortable you lazy fuck. We’re moving on as soon as I pack up."
Lucy packed
and loaded the car before dumping the cat in the passenger seat. The window was
down and he jumped out, running around the side of the motel. “Oh you stupid
cat. I don’t need you anyway.”
She started
the car and headed to the grocery store to stock up. Thankfully she had worn
her disguise. The town seemed to be crawling with Harpers.
After the
store, she headed to the Harper Ranch. If she remembered, there was a
roundabout route to get to the lake house. Taking that way would allow her to
stay out of sight.
When she
pulled up to the small house, she noticed a tarp sitting on the ground. Now she
could hide her car easily. Once inside, she put the necessities she’d bought
away. Then she stepped out the front door. The view was absolutely
breathtaking. Definitely worth putting up with the tiny cabin.
A noise
sounded from far off, a car and voices. She hurried back inside and locked the
doors. Hopefully no one was coming to check on the place. She sat below the
front window and waited.
Happy voices
sounded outside; voices she recognized. The Harpers were out to play today. She
crawled over to the window at the side of the cabin and slowly peeked out. Her
prize, her property, was sitting there plain as day. Oh how she wished she
could just grab it and run. But of course things couldn’t be that easy. She
would sit and wait for just the right time.
She couldn’t
help but occasionally look out the window to see what was happening. Some of it
made her quite angry, but she concentrated on what was to come to calm herself.
The Harpers, one in particular, would pay for taking something that belonged to
her.
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