The Very Creatively Titled Story: Part 8

Better a little late than never! Here is the eighth part of our story! ~Ally and Savy

Part 8: Sam’s an Idiot. Again.

Sam followed Roger out to a small cabin in the middle of the woods. He pulled his cell out of his pocket, and dialed Nathaniel’s number. Nate answered immediately.

“I hope you realize what an idiot you are.” He sounded more concerned than angry.

“I followed him out to a cabin in the woods, about two miles in. I left a trail, so you can follow me. It’s impossible to miss, it looks like a bulldozer plowed through the forest.”

“I’ll be there in a half hour, don’t do anything stupid in the meantime.” Sam sat near the cabin’s only window for the next half hour just watching Roger, and studying the cabin. The cabin was small, only one room. It held a small kitchen, a table, two chairs, a cot, and Sam’s laptop. It was the perfect hideout, if he hadn’t had anyone to follow he never would have found it. Roger was warming something up in the microwave, and didn’t look like he was going to leave anytime soon. Sam felt a tap on his shoulder, and nearly jumped. He turned around, Nate was sitting quietly behind him.

“That was fast.” Sam whispered.

“You were right, your trail did look like a bulldozer had gone through the woods.” Sam nodded in agreement. “Is he still in there?” Nate asked.

“Yes, he’s making food. My laptop is in there.” Sam told him. Nate didn’t look surprised. He motioned to a group of officers, that Sam now noticed were hidden in the brush.

“Sam, I want you to leave. This is going to be very dangerous, and you’re off duty. Go back to your car, and wait with Emily. We’ll let you know how it goes.”

“But…” Nathaniel held up his hand, and stopped Sam’s argument.

“No, you’ll only get in the way. You need to go.” Nate gave Sam a gentle shove towards the car.

“Fine.” Sam mumbled quietly, as he crept back to the car.


Later that evening, Nathaniel called to give Sam an update. When the call ended Sam looked very serious. Emily was in the kitchen making dinner, when Sam called her into the living room.

“I’m in the middle of making dinner, Sam. This better be- What’s wrong? Didn’t they arrest him?”

“They got him.” He answered.

“Then what’s the problem? We’re safe now. No more crazy murder threats.”

“He’s not the guy who’s been threatening you, Em.” Emily looked shocked.

“But if he wasn’t the one leaving the notes, then why was he on our porch?”

“I left my laptop out there, it was an easy theft.” Emily looked like she might cry.

“How do they know he isn’t the one who’s been leaving the threats?”

“He has good, strong alibis. He was still in prison when the first threat was left on your car, and at work or with friends the other times.” He answered gravely.

“So someone is still trying to kill me? I can’t live with this fear anymore, Sam.” Sam nodded. She began to weep, and Sam patted her shoulder.

“Why is Mommy crying?” Ava asked, as she skipped into the room. “Is she sad Princess died?” She crawled onto Emily’s lap, and patted her wet cheeks. Emily hugged the little girl. This had been a really rough month.



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