chapter 15
246 Words
Rap rap rap. Knock knock knock.
Someone was knocking on Melissa's front door. She stared at her computer. She was sure she was just imagining it, so she went back to typing.
Rap rap rap.
There it was again. Melissa walked over to the door where to policemen in uniforms stood. They looked sorrowful.
Someone had died. That was the only reason they would come to her house. She opened the door.
"How may I help you?"
"Are you Melissa?"
"Yes."
"You are a writer with an editor named Aliza?"
"Yes."
"May we come in?"
Melissa nodded and silently let the men in.
The came in and took off their police hats. Office Dewey - the officer who had been quiet earlier - spoke. "Melissa, we have some unfortunate news. Aliza is dead. She was found in a pool of blood on her kitchen floor."
"Sh-she's dead?"
"Sadly, yes."
Melissa sat down. "Are you certain?" She didn't want to believe it. This had to be a joke - that was the only explanation. Aliza couldn't be dead.
"Do you know who did it?"
"No."
Melissa stared at the ground.
"Can we call anyone for you?"
"My agent - does she know?"
"No. Would you like us to stay here until she comes over?"
"No. I'll call her and let her know. Thank you."
They left. Melissa sat back down and cried until she couldn't cry anymore. Then, she called Mary and told her to come over.
- Writer
