Some girls / bella 2

Some Girls / Rolling Stones









Rattled by her conversation with Pete, she did not head directly to the county jail as she had anticipated. Instead, she’d found her economy motel, checked in and stood in a cold shower until her external temperature was a chilled as she felt inside.



Pete knew nothing. He’d relayed what for the boys was a typical night. They’d had the night off from their menial kitchen jobs. They spent the early evening surfing in the dusk. By night fall, the tourist and beach combers had packed up and gone and the serious partiers had started to arrive. About a mile down the beach from their house, someone had built a bonfire. The guys, hoping to score free food, drugs or alcohol had wandered down that way, hoping for an invite.


The invite had been extended by a young woman. Pete had described her as “hot with dark hair.” They’d seen her around in the party circuit, but Pete had no idea of her name. She had clearly recognized Jake, though. Pete was introduced to the girl’s friend, a “hot blonde.” The party grew and a couple of times over the next few hours Pete noted Jake and the brunette still together and he figured they’d hook up. The blonde had taken Pete to a motel for the night and he’d arrived home the next morning to an empty house. None of this was new or out of the ordinary.


What was odd was around 1:00 the next afternoon, when the police arrived with a warrant to search the house. Pete had left the cops, to arrive at the station and learn Jake was arrested for murder one.


Katherine shuddered as she wrapped a towel around her and went to dress in appropriate clothing for the climate. Of the all the times she’d been called to jail houses for all the males in her family, this was the first time one was being held on murder. It was also the first time she had not been the first to be called. That Jake hadn’t even called her at all this time worried her. She was at a loss, but she knew for certain something was terribly wrong.