'Christy'

By Trina Warren

‘Christy’ is a mystery with clues to the identity of the killer. None of her friends have the slightest idea as to who dun it. They wonder if they’re next.

The book is totally fictitious and has lots of adventure and romance

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 25, 2021
• ISBN: 9781543499865

Trina Warren

I have lived in Alabama, Nebraska, Iowa, and Ohio. I have traveled a lot. I am a certified travel agent, an author, and have had poetry published that’s in the National Library of Congress.

Book preview

Chapter #1

Mary slowly walked up the steps to her mothers’ house. The hour was late and the sky was dark with no moon and no stars seen.

There were a few street lamps glowing, but not very brightly. All of her friends had gone home, too. It had been a morbid night. Funerals were always gruesome. Her best friend in the whole world was being buried tomorrow afternoon.

She unlocked the door and snuck in quietly. Her mother was asleep or working. She was very upset, Mary had cried all day. She didn’t like to go to funerals. So, she went alone, but all of her late friends’ friends and family were there.

Mary never realized how popular Christy was when she was alive. Flowers were everywhere. They were all very beautiful like she had been. The casket was sky-blue. She just laid there...

Mary had never heard the word ‘sorry’ so many times in her whole life. All of their friends gathered around. Her boyfriend left a wet spot on her shoulder after they hugged. Neither of them could stop crying. Christy was gone. They’d never see her again...

When we all found out she was killed - Mary and Tommy howled the loudest. Christy had been murdered. The maniac was still ‘at large’. No one knew she had had any enemies. This was all horrific!

Halloween was close. Satan had taken away the one person her and Tommy had cared about more than anyone else.

Mary? Why my darlin’ babe? What did I ever do wrong? We’ll never see her again. It’s like looking at a mannequin.

I don’t think you did anything, Tommy. The Lord needs her for something. Probably important.

Mary, I already miss her.

Me, too.

Most of their class from school were at the funeral. None of the teachers taught that day or the next. They went to the funeral. Mr. and Mrs. Summers had everyone sign the guest register and make themselves useful. Their only daughter had been shot 10 times in the back on her way home from a friends’ house.

Everyone was questioned about where they had been at the time the murder occured. Mary hugged Daphne Summers again. Ron Summers fainted. Tommy bent over him and waited for him to regain consciousness. Luckily, it was only a few minutes wait. Ron was helped up to sit and rest in a chair. The people who’d been questioned were all pronounced innocent...

This was in Lincoln, Nebraska. Murder was very rare here. The police were relieved no one from the high school was involved in this case.

Tommy’s eyes were big pools made of blue. Mary’s eyes were black. As soon as everybody else had left the parlor, Mary collapsed. They waited for the casket to be closed and left. Tommys Mustang was comfortable. He parked in his familys’ driveway and Mary walked the rest of the way home. She lived down the street. Christy had lived a few blocks away. Would she have to dodge bullets?

Her mom was asleep on the couch. And everything was dark. Mary flipped the hall light on. She didn’t move or awaken. Mary crept silently up the stairs. Her cell phone was ringing. She pushed a button:

Hey!

Hey, yourself.

Tommy?

None other.

Are you all right?

For now. How about you?

Feeling depressed. Want to get drunk with me?

"Love to. Meet you 1/2 way in 5 minutes. I’ll bring the wine.

Okay. See ya!

Mary changed clothes quickly and met Tommy in 5 minutes.

Hey, Mary!

Hey, there. Did you bring it?

Yeah. Let’s get drunk in my car.

Okay.

What is this?

She handed the bottle back to Tommy.

Good stuff. It was red wine.

I’m dreading tomorrow.

Me, too.

Tommy?

Yeah.

Christy was cool.

She was the coolest.

What do we do? It’s not like we can do something for her, you know?

Yeah, I know.

So, what do we do?

Remember her.

Oh. Our memories are precious.

Damn straight. Tommy took another swig from the bottle.

We have to go and see her get buried tomorrow.

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Tommy...are we supposed to worry about her other friends? I feel kind of selfish pitying ourselves.

I hate to tell you this, but they’ve all flipped out about it and they were just acting today.

What?

Really! None of them can take it either - we’re not the only ones.

Mary reached over and took the dark bottle from Tommy, took a long drink, and tried to settle herself. She was shocked:

What do we do, Tommy?

I think we should all stick together. Whoever shot her might not be done, yet.

I hope the law gets a hold of whoever soon.

Who doesn’t?

Why isn’t anyone calling us?

Because it’s late...Call Shelia.

Okay. She got her cell-phone out and dialed her number:

Hello, Mary?

Hey there. What are you doing?

Nothing - just can’t keep my eyes dry.

Yeah. Christy was cool. Tommy said she was the coolest. What do you think?

Have you been drinking? Christy was the coolest.

Are you doing anything?

You already asked me that. And no, I’m not doing anything.

Want to party with me and Tommy?

I could go for that - when?

Now. Want us to pick you up?

Sure.

Tommy?

Yes?

Are you awake enough to drive?

Yeah. Want some pizza?

Shelia?

Pizza sounds good to me.

Me, too, Mary said. So much for just drinking.

Now?

Tommy smiled and said, Give us a few minutes.

Tommy and Mary picked up Shelia and went to the Pizza Corral. Some of their friends from school were there. They waved when the three walked inside. So, they sat with them and ordered what they wanted. Terry, Tim, and Paul sat around the table, across from them. Their eyes were all red, too:

I miss her already, Tim said.

Me, too, Mary said.

We’re all going to miss her a lot. Terry exclaimed.