silence after a few moments.
“Here we go again, you and your conspiracy theories. I cannot remember how many times
you came up with a way the universe has conspired against us,” Arie said as she let
out a snort and looked at him.
Cris used conspiracy theories to explain everything he didn’t have an answer for. Whether it was the weather changing on him out of nowhere
and ruining his plans because of it. A flat tire in the middle of nowhere causing
him to bump into someone who he needed or they needed him. His mother and sister
would tell him it was because of his ancestors, but he was having none of that. So
instead he explained it by saying it was all a conspiracy theory from the universe.
She quickly snapped out of her thoughts and focused on Cris. She knew he had to be
hurting just as she was when her parents had died. He had helped her come out of the shock of her parents’ death and she felt
as though it was time for her to help him.
“What was the last thing Grace said you?” Arie asked.
Christoph had asked her some of the same questions to snap her out of the shock of
her parent s’ death. He came over each day and asked her questions no one else had ever thought
to ask her. Not only did he ask the questions he answered his own questions. They
shared their secrets, their most personal thoughts and fears. Arie didn’t know what
it was about the stranger, but it felt as though she could tell him anything and she
knew he felt the same way.
“Grace told me she thought she found him and was about to break the biggest case in
history. She was so excited when she told me this but we were short on time and she
wasn’t able to tell me what she was talking about,” Cris said.
“What do you think she was talking about?” Arie asked.
“It had to be a case she was working on, a high profile one. And the only high profile
case right now is the Daytime Killer,” Cris answered.
As they talked more about Grace’s last words to Cris, they realized Grace must have
figured out who the Daytime kill er was just before she was killed .
Cris and Arie decided to retrace Grace ’s footsteps and start their own investigation together. To figure out who was the
Daytime killer and help free Grace ’s restless soul.
Chapter Three
The next morning Cris held the door open for Arie as she walked into Grandma Jean ’ s Waffle House , w here the best waffles were made , and held wonderful memories of her and her father. Jack, Arie’s father , would bring her here after one of his business trips. When she was younger she would
count down the days on a calenda r until her father came home. It was the only time she was able to be a carefree child , free of her mother for a few hours. After the best pancakes , they would head over to her father’s boat and sail the day away. She lived for those
moments when she was able to escape her mother’s hatred and live as a child was supposed to. This place represented all the wonderful times she had
as a child and it hadn’t changed one bit.
The day before her accident was the last day she had been to Grandma Jean ’ s Waffle House. Arie felt if she wasn’t able to sail why temp herself with the smell of the ocean or the
cool breeze cascading over her body as the waves blew in. Or hear the sounds of the rollerblades hitting
the black marble tile floor if she couldn’t see the waitresses do their tricks. Let
alone challenge her father to a game of air hockey in the arcade behind the red booths that were pushed up against the walls. There were no tables and chairs , just the booths so the waitresses could have room for the tricks they performed on
their skates.
The walls were still filled with black-red-and white tiles in the shape of triangles.
Cris followed behind Arie to the back booth s. The waitress quickly approach them with their menus and water in hand.
“Hi, I am Joycelyn and I will be you server today. Let me
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