Three-Year Rule

by Alaina Stanford

Randy answered his cell. The urgency in Ed’s voice caused the hair on the back of his neck to rise. “Randy, I’m in the conference room. Mike is here with Amy and Molly. The New York Police just got into Franklin’s apartment. It’s a wreck. There’s garbage, and filth all over the place except the bedroom, which is immaculate. There are pictures all over his bedroom, but there not of Elizabeth. He has pictures of Amy. They are all Amy.”

  “Amy?” Randy stammered. He glanced at Josh, who was pulling off the main highway onto the narrow two-lane road that led into town.

  “There’s more,” Ed added, “Elizabeth just called Amy with some weird story about being at the cabin picking up Amy’s jewelry box. Amy is sure Franklin is there and that Kilos been hurt. Elizabeth just kept telling her to drop off Molly and come pick her up. I’m headed out there now to see what’s going on.”

  “Ed, we are 5 minutes away so hold off, and I’ll go with you.” Randy looked at Josh and added, “I’ve got an idea.”