Mystery: Missing Rita: (Mystery, Suspense, Thriller, Suspense Thriller Mystery) by James Kipling Read Free Book Online Page B

room and started looking for a notepad.
    “Let’s see.” He began to scribble while gobbling down his omelets. “There is Anita from the salon.”
    “Are these the people she had feuds with before she died?” Sam asked.
    “Right before she died,” he answered.
    “Alright, scribble on.”
    Ryan returned his full attention back to the notepad before looking up at him momentarily and saying, “These are pretty good omelets, by the way.”
    “Thank you.”
    He went on to scribble down a few other names as Sam walked around the living room and took another closer look at the layout. He noticed there was no picture of Rita on the walls and only one photo with the kids perched on the living room wall.
    “I take it that Rita was not a likeable person.”
    “You think?” Ryan muttered before he went on to scribble a few more names on his notepad and looked up at Sam. “People say not to talk bad about the dead but that woman was wicked.”
    The outburst caught him off guard and he looked back at his notepad and went on to scribble more names. Sam marveled at how the list only seemed to be getting longer.
    “Why was she so…” he asked before stammering out the last few words from his mouth, “…wicked?”
    “If I had a dollar for the number of times I have asked myself that question,” Ryan replied, “Bill Gates would have nothing on me.”
    Sam went on to walk around the room and let his mind drift a little as he keenly took in his surroundings. He could feel the pain in his behind stir up again but it was not as concentrated as it had been that morning. He hadn’t had any time to apply the cream he’d bought that morning and remembered the painkillers in his pocket.
    “I’ll be back,” he said and excused himself. “Please, if you don’t mind, write down the addresses you know as well.”
    Ryan nodded and went on scribbling. He watched Sam walk out and wondered where he had gotten the sudden noticeable limp.
    Sam went to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cold water before taking out the small white pills from his pocket and popping two of them in his mouth. He then reconsidered his decision before taking two more.
    He was on his way back to the living room when he was distracted by a text message that made his cell phone vibrate.
    “I am coming over tonight.”
    He felt a fear cripple his heart at the thought that the previous night’s events would be repeated that night. He was just about to send back a text to decline but got one more immediately.
    “I am already in your apartment waiting on you, do not keep me waiting.”
    He tried to shake off what he felt and decided to walk into the living room where Ryan was now staring at a few of his children’s pictures on the living room wall.
    “Are you alright, Sam? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    “I am fine,” Ryan said and easily shrugged him away. He took a seat on one of the living room sofas and again stared at Ryan.
    “Let me see what you’ve come up with so far,” he said and stretched out his hand to accept the notepad from him.
    “This is a lot of people,” he said as he looked at the list. “If you don’t mind me asking, why did the two of you get a divorce?”
    “Irreconcilable differences.”
    “Not that I am a marriage counselor or anything but I’ve always thought there is nothing in this world that cannot be solved,” Sam said.
    “Clearly you have never been married, Sam,” he said and let out a slight chuckle. Sam automatically noticed that was the only time he had laughed since his arrival at his place. He did a quick scan through the list of people he’d given him and liked that most of them already had addresses.
    “This was very helpful,” he said before thinking a moment and wondering what else he was supposed to ask him.
    “Another thing, Mr. Sutter,” he began on a more serious note. “I hope this is not too much but I am yet again forced to ask…”
    “Ask away,” Ryan said.
    “There may