Blog #3- Rear Window

Following the discovery of Officer Wilkes Stephanie worked diligently until the wee hours of the morning. She was like a mad woman; constantly peeping through her broken blinds to see what was happening on the streets of her city. Cutting up newspapers and pinning things together with string like she was a cop or a crazy conspirator.

Finally at 4am she passed out at her kitchen table on top of a pile of massacred newspaper.

By the time the sun rose Stephanie managed to crawl her way to the moth-eaten chair by the TV for a more comfortable and somehow more convenient place to sleep than her bed that was three steps further.

Suddenly Stephanie woke up, lurching out of the dingy chair. Another vision: On the news the anchor was announcing that the search for Mr. Evans Killer had gone cold.

Stephanie fumbled for the remote, hitting it against her palm to get the batteries to work. Sure enough, there was the same news anchor with the scrolling caption "LOCAL MURDER MYSTERY TURNS UP COLD"

Without hesitance Stephanie shoved her thick- woolen sock clad feet into a pair of flip flops and ran out of the door.

'Quick, don't let anyone see you!' Stephanie thought to herself as she darted through the lobby full of possible cultists. "There has to be something left," Stephanie muttered under her breath on her way to search spot 303 up and down for any clue, anything that would open the case again--- or at least get journalists interested.

Hours passed and Stephanie was still circling the parking lot---
"Excuse me, Ms. Lovett? This may seem like an odd question, but do you know anything about the death of Mr. Evans?"

At that moment, caught in surprise Stephanie ran under the cover of the dented metal awning of the parking garage. There, ignoring the calls of the man yelling down to her, she spotted piece of paper.

At closer glance Stephanie realized that it was in fact a polaroid picture and not only that, there was a phone number printed in black ink across the bottom. Just then her friend from the parking deck ran up behind her.

"Is... is that Mr. Evans?"