Episode 30 - Blast from the Past
Friday: noon
Chloe got home from work. She noticed a woman hovering around Sara's front door with a small parcel.
'Can I help you?' she asked. The stranger jumped and turned to face her. Chloe thought she looked a little familiar but she couldn't remember from where. The stranger flushed,
'I'm just leaving this for Sara.' she stammered and placed the package on the door step and scurried off. Chloe watched after her and saw her get into a black sedan.
What an odd chick? she thought and wondered why she looked so bloody familiar. She watched the car speed away and pondered the parcel for a moment. She decided to take it with her. Someone around here would more than likely steal it if left there and it would give her an excuse to see Sara. Chloe had been deliberately avoiding her all week. She felt playing hard to get was her best plan of attack at the moment.
She tucked the parcel under her arm and went into her apartment, placing her sports bag and the package on the kitchen bench. She made herself a light lunch and read her latest triathalon magazine. She became engrossed in an article on the latest sportswear and quickly forgot the package addressed...in red block lettering...to Sara .
The stranger had almost panicked when she had been surprised by Chloe. She had a knife concealed in her jacket, prepared for any interruptions by nosy tenants. She had reached for the knife until she realised it was her beloved standing behind her.
It was the first time she had spoken to her face to face for years. The experience gave her such a thrill she thought she would never stop shaking.
She parked around the block; a safe enough distance so she could see when Sara got off her train.
She had worked out how long it would take for Sara to get from the train station to her front door. She would dial the number of the mobile phone that was in the package. The impulse would detonate the explosives that she had carefully constructed step by step from an internet site. She had filled the box with roofing nails for that extra "kick". Her only regret was not being able to see it up close but she needed to keep her distance. She wasn't sure just how much of a "kick" it would have and she didn't want to risk a flying nail scratching her car's paint job.
She knew after weeks of observation that Chloe would would go for her evening bike ride at almost the same time Sara would be getting off her train. Chloe always rode this route to the velodrome where she did track work.
It was a perfect plan and all she had to do was watch and wait.
to be continued... |
