Post by Sar on Feb 22, 2011 23:43:52 GMT -5
Her pace was slow, well, at least for her. Her stomach was getting bigger every day. She wasn't quite huge yet but her figure was now nice and rounded. She no no longer ran on the treadmill, to afraid to trip and fall and harm this young unborn child. So for the next five months she would be careful. No risks or chances, even heart rate, at least where she could keep it. She had just received the latest puzzle for the next murder location but for the life of her couldn't figure it out. 'Rhyme was always the best at these,' she let herself think for a moment but she shook the thought away, trying to keep the images of her loves body taking its final gasps of life. She let the puzzle take her attention away from the memories she tried so desperately to bury. 'If only I understood,'
