Frisbee

by Eric Bergreen

When Steve had read the last part, I thought I was going to faint. I gasped at the thought of what was sitting in my desk drawer at home. I might have been young, but I certainly wasn’t stupid. Right then and there I knew that I had something in my possession that the killer had once had; the shoelace from the construction site.

  Jason had asked me, when I had first found it, what I was going to do with it. Make a necklace out of it was my answer to him. It seemed that the killer had used the other lace, the one missing from the package to make a necklace as well: A necklace for Amy Garret.

  TWENTY-SIX

  I looked over at Jason where he sat on his haunches and he looked back, eyes wide, mouth open. He remembered the shoelace as too.

  It was cool inside the shade of the Tree, but a deeper chill had suddenly found its way to the core of my body.

  Steve read on as Jason and I sat there, numb.

  Although police still have no leads on who committed these atrocious acts, they have assured the community that they are doing everything in their power to find this Sesame Street Killer. They are also urging parents to make sure all windows and doors are kept locked in their homes at night.

  Melissa Brown was a third grade student at El Cerrito elementary school.