At the Motel
With the owner of the motel, Christie was held under custody until the police arrived for further investigation. Seated by the corner of the holding room, Christie buried her head in-between her legs as she felt a soft wind around her. Lifting up her head, there stood Belius staring down on her, “Don’t tell me you killed Cole,” Christie said with a slowly faded tone. “I did it for us,” Belius said as he approaches. “There is no us here and I will never be your bride,” Christie yelled. “Then no man will ever be with you,” Belius said disappearing into a cloud of thick black smoke.
Ivy the new captain of the police department rushed into the holding room with her hand placed on her side pistol, “What’s going on here? Why the yelling?” she asked staring around the room. “I did
