Kim Stafford

Damage Kim Stafford

The telephone invaded their conversation at just that moment. April turned and looked at the detective. He nodded his head and gave her the go ahead. Visibly quivering she took a deep breath in and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she questioned the caller in a whisper. Gil jumped up from his seated position and said anxiously, "April!" She heard Gil let out a heavy breath. "Thank God you answered; I was wondering what was taking so long for you to call. Let me speak to Renee!" "Gil . . . "O'Keefe pulled the handset out of her hand. "Mr. Thompson?" Hesitantly Gil answered. "Yes. Who is this?" "I'm Detective O'Keefe with the Santa Fe PD", Gil heard the name and froze. "Who? Why are you in my house? What's wrong? Put April back on the phone". "Mr. Thompson. Ms. Hunter is here by me. I need you to listen to me. I need to inform you-" Gil didn't hear what came next. His conscious self detached from his body and he floated. Inform. He felt weak, faint, what now. He didn't comprehend the policeman's words. "Mr. Thompson, are you there, sir?" "What? I'm sorry I didn't hear you. What happened?" "It's your wife, sir . . ." http://wreckagebook.tripod.com