Part 2 (1/2)
”Thirty minutes? Where are you?”
But Carnie had already hung up.
It was hard to believe that her sister, Carsie, had wormed her way into the heart of the wealthy doctor. Sis had a lot more patience than she did. She would have just slit his throat and skipped town with his fortune. Surely Carsie hadn't actually fallen in love with the nerd. Maybe her biological clock had started ticking too loud to ignore.
Carsie was about to turn 31, and Carnie was only a year behind her. But unlike her sister, Carnie didn't need a man to support her and give her babies. Anything sheneeded she would get for herself, thank you very much.
But it would be hysterical to watch Carsie go through the whole 'until death do we part' shtick. Would she actually have the b.a.l.l.s to wear a white dress? If the color of the dress indicates the purity of the bride, maybe she should go with midnight black.
The two sisters had been quite a handful for their grandmother. She had taken them in after their parents died. Grandma felt so sorry about the girls losing their parents that she let them get away with murder-literally.
Carsie had cried herself to sleep one night after discovering that her boyfriend was cheating on her. The next morning the boy's father found him dead on the sidewalk in front of his house. He had been stabbed in the chest and his genitals had been amputated.
The doctor would treat Carsie right, or little sis would make him sorry. She wouldn't necessarily have to kill him. She could just cut something off. Something not vital. Maybe an ear or two. She knew she shouldn't think about it doing those kinds of things though. The more she thought about it, the more she'd want to do it. And eventually she would not be able to restrain herself.
But Carsie shouldn't even marry the guy if he's unworthy, she thought. Would be a bachelor party for the fine doctor? If so, she should be there to observe his behavior. Maybe she could pay off the jump-out-of-the-cake girl, and do it herself. She could pull it off with a good disguise. If the Doc got fresh with her she could just take care of him right there. One quick twist of the head, lay him down like he's pa.s.sed out from the booze, and walk away.
Yes, she would protect her sister. And have fun doing it.
Chapter3.
Carnie was on her way to Carsie's new home at the Mobley estate. Of course, it wouldn't become her sister's permanent residence until after she married Dr. Mobley. But the wedding was only a week away. Carnie knew very little about the doctor. But she knew all she neededto know-he was rich.
She drove into Coreyville on FM-2208 and then went south on Highway 450. The Mobley property was three miles outside of town. The Georgian style home sat in the center of a 1,200-acre plot that was inhabited mostly by pine trees.
There was a security gate near the front end of the long, winding driveway that led to the house. The gate was hidden by a couple of strategically placed hairpin turns. It was almost impossible to make the 120-degree turn onto the driveway from the north.
Carnie was five miles out of Coreyville when she realized she must have missed the entrance. She made a U-turn and headed back north. This time it was easy to spot the driveway. However, it seemed to dead-end into the tall trees. But she turned onto it anyway. When she reached the end of the road, she saw that it was not really the end. The road actually turned sharp to the left. Then sharp to the right. The gate was closed, but she saw the intercom on the left side of the road.
Fancy, she thought.
She drove up close and pushed the b.u.t.ton. After about thirty seconds, she heard a man's voice.
”May I help you?”
”Yes. I'm here to visit Carsie Slitherstone.”
”And may I please have your name, Ma'am?”
”Yes. My name is CarnieSlitherstone. I am Carsie's sister.”
”Thank you, Ma'am. I will connect you.”
Veryfancy. After a few seconds, she heard her sister's voice.
”Carnie?”
”Yeah. I'm here.”
”Okay. I'll open the gate for you. And I'll be waiting out in front of the house.”
”See you in a minute.”
The half-mile drive from the gate to the house had many curves, hills and valleys. Carnie could only imagine that whoever put in the driveway had taken the path of least resistance through the trees. Finally the road straightened out, and she could see the house. The ground sloped upward as she approached her sister, who was standing out front.
It was a two-story house, with a walk-out bas.e.m.e.nt. It had been built by the doctor's grandfather, Milstead Mobley, in 1923 and had been renovated in 1976. With its huge pillars, it reminded Carnie of a courthouse.
”Sure didn't take you long to get here. Where were you?”
”Oh, just down the road a ways.”
”Why is everything always a secret with you?”
”It's just the way I am, Sis. What difference does it make-I'm here. Now let's have some fun.”
Carsie got into her sister's car and directed her to the left side of the house. They drove past the three-car garage, and then took another left, around to a little parking lot concealed behind the trees. The two walked across the parking lot and along the walkway between the trees to the house. Carsie led her sister across the terrace and into the recreation room. There was a billiard table in the center of the room.
”Nice. How about a game of pool, Sis?” said Carnie.
”How about a beer?”
Carnie grinned. ”Even better.”
Carsie led her into the adjoining room.
”You've got your own bar?”
”Yep. Take a seat, Young Lady.”
”Alright.”
”What'll it be?”
”Let's see, Barkeep. I think I'll have a Bud Light.”
”Coming up, Ma'am.”
Carsie grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge.
”Come on. I want to show you my favorite room.”
”Let me guess-the bedroom?”
”Not yet. We're waiting until the honeymoon.”
”You're kidding me.”