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I have been absent for a while.  I have been writing a book series.  I thought if I burrowed deep into the world of the hermit I would write with incredible speed and clarity.  I was wrong.  I did get a lot done.  But I missed posting as well.  The next time, if I need to be gone for a period of time, I will let you know.  Now, to get reacquainted with you, I have a story for you.  Have you ever talked with someone about a plan that you knew was bad from the start?  But they thought they were smarter than you and everyone else.  Bonnie, who you are about to meet, has a plan like that.  Meet Bonnie in DARK SECRET.

DARK SECRET is a short story about what happens when everyone wants what they want.  But, no one considers the consequences.  DARK SECRET is in the realm of my books in The Ripple Series—suspense and intrigue.  I’ll bring all the parts of DARK SECRET to you in the next week, or so.  I’ll introduce you to some interesting characters, to my writing and to one of the many stories that I will bring you.  Enjoy DARK SECRET. Thanks for stopping by and enjoy PART 1.

PART 1

BONNIE LED A DAZED and blindfolded Carol by her arm down a dark dirt trail.  A small flashlight with red plastic covering the light beam shined down on the ground in front of them.  Carol twisted away from Bonnie and fell.  With her hands tied behind her back and dizzy, she could not catch her balance or break her fall.  She hit the ground hard.

Bonnie sighed and reached down and grabbed Carol by the arm and hair.  Carol sat on the ground.  She was not going any further.  Bonnie yanked her by the hair and arm.  Carol’s head shot back.  It took a few seconds for the pain in Carol’s scalp to get through her drugged system and register in her brain.

Carol yelped and got to her feet.

“You keep it up and you’re going to hurt yourself,” Bonnie said.  “I told you once.  We get our money from your husband and we’ll let you go.  Now come on and stop stalling.  I’ll drag you by your hair with both hands if I have to.”  Bonnie jerked her along by her arm.

Carol slurred when she asked what money she was talking about.  Carol’s steps were unsteady.

Bonnie considered she may have given her too much of the drug.  She had purchased it in a syringe.  One shot was supposed to make her groggy and compliant.  Carol seemed to be ready to pass out at any minute.  Bonnie stopped and smacked Carol across the face.  “Wake up.  I can’t carry you.  You can rest when we get to the cabin.  That’s where you’ll stay until this is over.  We’re not that far.  Come on.”

“I just want to go home,” Carol said, whimpering.  “Please.  This is a mistake.”

“Shut up and keep walking,” Bonnie said and pulled Carol by her arm.  “Stop.”  Bonnie looked around.  The red beam from the flashlight cut through the darkness.  Trees were to their left and right.  The trail continued to the edge of a steep cliff.  A two hundred feet drop was beyond the cliff’s edge.  Carol stood five feet from the edge.  “Don’t move.  You’re going to be picked up and taken to the cabin.  It’s a secure location.  You don’t have to worry.  Nothing is going to happen to you.  Understand?”  Carol sniffed.  “I just need a yes or no.”

“Yes,” Carol said, crying.

“Good,” Bonnie said and shined the red light beam on Carol’s back.

Bonnie backed up a few feet and looked around again.  The red light beam jumped from place to place.  No one was there.  She shined the red light beam on Carol’s back.

Carol stood and waited for what to do next.  She turned her head to the left and right.  She wiggled her fingers and moved her hands.  Her wrists were tied together, and tightly.  She was still dizzy from whatever drug they had put into her.  She told herself to stay calm.  This could be over soon.  She could not remember what the woman looked like who kidnapped her.  There was no reason for anyone to hurt her.  She decided not to give them one.

Bonnie smiled at Carol.  Carol was pathetic.  She was a typical housewife who forgot what it was to be a woman.  Her stupid head moving around, Bonnie thought and exhaled.  Look at her, fat and disgusting.  Hatred filled her eyes.  She bit her lip and squeezed her fists and walked fast up to Carol.  She drew her hands back and thrust them out as hard as she could.  The heels of her hands struck Carol in the back.

Carol grunted.  Her body shot forward.  The force sent Carol stumbling six feet forward and over the edge of the cliff.  She screamed a split second later when she realized the ground had not caught her.

Bonnie heard Carol’s body crashing through tree branches on its way down.  She waited close to the edge of the cliff, listening for any signs of Carol groaning, or any life.  She heard nothing else.  It was eerily quiet.  The area spooked her and gave her chills.

Bonnie hurried back to Carol’s Lexus SUV.  She got in and locked the door and started the engine.  This area gave her bad vibes.  It was an area where people came to commit suicide.  Carol would not fit that group.  Suicides did not blindfold themselves and tie their hands behind their backs.

She reached into the brown bag on the passenger’s and took out the brown wig.  She put it on and tucked her black hair under it and pinned the wig in place.  She turned on the interior lights and looked in the rearview mirror.  A quick glance boosted her confidence.  The wig was not perfectly on.  “It has to do,” she whispered and reached behind her and put on Carol’s black coat.

She could pass for Carol.  That was depressing when she thought about it.  She was more than twenty pounds lighter than Carol.  She was also twenty years younger and in better shape.  But that horrible wig and dumpy coat helped her look more like Carol.

She drove out of the woodline and onto the road feeling good about how things had gone.  Questions still came to her.  Had she forgotten anything?  Did she leave anything at the edge of the cliff?  Did she drop anything on the trail?  Had anyone seen her on the trail?  Were there any campers near by?  Did anyone see her knock on Carol’s door?  What about when Carol let her come in, was anyone watching?

“Stop it,” she scolded herself.  “You’re paranoid.  There were no mistakes.  No one saw you at Carol’s house.  Her neighbors don’t have a clear view of her house.  That’s why you did this at night.  Relax.”  She realized she was squeezing the steering wheel and relaxed her grip.  She exhaled loudly.  Her thoughts went to Carol struggling inside the house.  She could not remember if she had left the house in disarray.

“Stop it!” She yelled.  “You’re going to drive yourself crazy.  You didn’t turn over anything in the house when you put that needle in her neck.  She was unconscious in seconds.  You overpowered her.  You knew you would.”  She sighed.  “Stop worrying.”  You did great, she thought.  It was not even your job.  Her thoughts turned to Tim.  She became angry.

I hope you enjoyed Part 1 of DARK SECRET.  If you did, send it to a friend and read a few chapters of The Ripple Series by clicking here on The Ripple Series.

 

Thanks,

Stephen Wallace