Sergeant Fitzgerald had followed the footprints that disappeared near the lake from behind the cottage. As the sergeant was combing through the grass, he had come across a piece of torn fabric that came from a shirt.
Sergeant Fitzgerald had walked back up to Claire's cottage, coughing from the chill in the air as he entered the dwelling of silence.
His stomach became squeamish as he headed for the bog, hand over mouth, as he leaned over the bath room sink.
Down at the county morgue in Manchester, Raymond the mortician evaluated the cause of death of Gene Wallington, a massive heart attack.
Raymond tried getting in contact with sergeant Fitzgerald down at the police station.
Ring...ring...ring...ring, how may I help you dispatch Manchester Police Department?
I'm looking to speak with sergeant Fitzgerald or lieutenant Gardner about the Ms.Claire case.
Who shall I say is calling,"Raymond the mortician",down at the county morgue.
Placing the phone down, dispatch had walked over to officer Cathcart and told him who was calling upon the sergeant.
I'll take the phone call, as officer Cathcart walked over and picked up the telephone.
Just wait here said officer Cathcart, while officer Noble and him existed the room to the police station lobby ton discuss matters.
There is something not right with his story, for now will release him until we hear back from Sargent Fitzgerald. Upon entering the room where Francis had been detained, you can go for now, Yet stay in town for further questioning,"suggested officer Noble."
Thank you, I am here to help with my sister's finding, any other thing I can do to help, "stated Francis,"while he walked out of the police station.
What were you and Mrs.Wallington discussing before she got up to leave,"asked officer Noble?"
She and I had been conversing about Claire being gone and she didn't know what to do. Gene was concerned whether or not if Claire was alive or dead,"Francis had explained."
Where were you when she got up to leave,"questioned officer Cathcart?"
Like I had explained earlier Gene and I had been sitting at the kitchen table having a spot of tea conversing about Claire missing, and when she got up to leave I had been sitting at the table drinking my tea, as he began rubbing his clammy hands of nervousness.
Good day to you Francis greeted officer Cathcart, as he entered the office for questioning.
I am surprised to see you here, "officer Cathcart replied!"
Officer Noble had re entered the office to fill an officer Cathcart with the updates of what took place down at Claire's cottage,The finding of Mrs. Gene Wallingtons' body.
Francis begin explaining his story to both of the officers, while beads of sweat still formed beneath his eyelids.
You could hear the grinding of his teeth as he clenched his hands to the chair, tightly gripped.
The shaking of his knees as guilt traced his face of flush.
The ambulance had arrived, sergeant Fitzgerald packaged up the necklace, placing it into his police satchel of evidence.
Meanwhile, Francis had been sitting in the back of the police car, officer Noble had gone back in to speak with sergeant Fitzgerald. I'm going to take him down to the police station because I find some suspicious evidence of foul play, something is not right here, "quoted officer Noble."
I'm going to stay behind and I'm going to do some checking in his belongings,"suggested sergeant Fitzgerald."
Quietly slipping down the hallway, a hand came from behind,can you please come with me back over to the living room, as Officer Noble escorted Francis.
What's going on, choking on phlegm saliva down his esophagus,"Francis asked officer Noble?"
I have questions for you, first I don't see two cups of hot tea,I only see one shattered upon the kitchen floor, second I think you should come down to the police department with me for further questioning,"stated officer Noble."
I don't understand why your taking me down to the police station, Francis argued.
How long would you say she was here for, and what caused her to fall down on to the floor,"questioned sergeant Fitzgerald?"
We had been sitting inside having a spot of tea together at the kitchen table.Gene said she had to go, got up to leave, that's when I heard the thump coming from the kitchenette, "Francis explained."
Why are you sweating so much, and you look awfully nervous,"stated officer Noble."
I just can't believe this happened, one minute we're having tea at the table, and the next thing I know she's laying by the front door. Sweat beads began to form beneath his eyelids, while Francis reasoned.
Officer Noble speaking, how may I help you, as the phone exchanged hands?
It's Claire's brother Francis, hello Francis and how many I help you,
"enquired officer Noble?" You remember Mrs.Wallington, Gene Claire's seamstress that runs the dress shop, she came over earlier to check in on me.
When she was leaving she fell to the floor, and she's not breathing, as anxiety filled his voice,"Francis had explained!"
Where is she right now, "questioned officer Noble?"
She still lying on the floor by the front door of Claire's cottage,"Francis responded."
Don't touch her, don't move her, I'll be on my way, clicking of the phone hung up, as officer Noble exited the police station.
Francis had had gotten up from the floor, where Gene lye life less.
He quickly picked up the telephone, ringing the Manchester Police Department, can I speak with sergeant Fitzgerald,"he asked dispatch?"
What's this in reference to, the officer answered?
This is Francis Atkins, Claire Atkins brother, Sebastian Montgomery's missing bride disappearance,"he replied."
Let me go grab officer Noble, he's sitting across the room at his desk, "dispatch responded."
Gene you're not talking sensibly, maybe you should just give me the necklace and go lie down, I'll call the police with the clue you found, "Francis suggested?"
Leaning on the table while standing upright, I don't trust you,
Slowly heading towards the front door necklace tightly gripped in hand, slam to the floor like dead weight, "Gene gasping for air!"
Swiftly come to her side, Francis felt her pulse, placing his hand on her chest.
I'm having a heart attack, as her eyes rolled back, "she whispered."
Francis hovered over Gene's body, as he watched the life slip from Gene's body...
Francis had sat across from Gene, with this mysterious look in his eye, Gene I don't understand what you're referring too, he answered!
I had given this as a wedding gift to Claire the morning of her wedding at the dress shop,"Gene explained", as sweat ran between the salty tears that wept her face.
It had fallen out of your pants pocket in the dresser drawer. I was making sure you were settled in for your stay, as she look faint, she went on about.
Francis sat there in peculiar, I don't know where it came from, didn't even know it was here, "nervously he explained!"
Why are you acting like you know something, "Gene inquired, as mystery filled her thought of doubt?"
Flustered in the face, heart pounding intensely with wonder, as Gene sat on Claire's bed. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead with every stroke, as she ran her hand through her hair.
Gene tried collecting herself as she headed for the kitchen. Why are you sweating what's wrong, what happened, what's got you so upset, "Francis questioned with panic in his voice?"
Stuttering every word, tripping over her tongue, pale faced, horror in her eyes; Where did you get this necklace, "Gene asked in a whimpering voice?"
Sit Gene ...calm down, surprisingly looked Francis, as he exported Gene to the kitchen table.
When Gene confronts Francis about the finding of the necklace, does Francis try to help her or will she survive the heart attack, while Sebastian and uncle Robert search,what does officer Noble find in the clues, that's got him questioning...?
Francis put on a kettle of water for a spot of tea, as he swept up the back porch.
Splashing her face of tears, as she continued to wipe off her face, Gene headed to Claire's bedroom.
She went to go check and make sure that Francis was all packed in for his stay.
She began by putting the rest of his belongings in the drawers, when she came upon a necklace of Claire's that fell out the pants pocket, belonging to Francis.
Gene had noticed, that the necklace had been wet moist, with dirt in between strands of grass.
Anxiously her heart began to beat faster, sweating something fierce.
That was the necklace that she had given to Claire the day of her wedding at the dress shop.
Pounding on the front door, come running as fast as he could, open the door to his surprise, there stood Mrs. Wallington, Gene, Claire's seamstress manager.
What's the panic, "asked Francis?"
I can't sleep it's Claire that's got me so worried, have you heard anything,"Gene inquired?"
Nothing, I just got back a little while ago, from the police department and from shopping, "Francis replied."
Let me go to the ladies room, I need to splash some cold water on my face, off Gene went sobbing.
Claire just looked in haze, while being cradled of fear.
I was just conversing about what's for dinner tonight with Gerald the butler, "Claire uttered!"
Let me look at you, it feels like forever since I've seen you, as their lips locked with such passion between.
Claire tried to catch her breath, being smothered by the enemy of control.
Thornton envisioned them making love, as he became aroused with her taste of vintage lips.
For you my princess, as he put the ring on her finger of marriage, you and I will always be together as one love, he expressed.
Argumentative voices coming from the parlor had filled the cabin, as Thornton made his entrance. Claire and Gerald heard the front door slam, "shush... shush, they both whispered."
Thornton had ran to the upstairs bathroom to freshen up for dinner.
Pour me a glass of Chardonnay, demanded Claire! Thornton entered the parlor as a sneak attack...
With her back turned, she felt a hand of steel grab her around the neck, as he embraced and locked their lips of rage.
What has my princess been up to while I was gone, have you been asking questions again my love, Thornton wondered while clutching her face in the palm of his hand?
Thornton had played Francis once again as a fool, Francis had planted
Ms. Camptons' serrated finger in Claire's bottom dresser drawer, that officer Cathcart had found in search of clues in they're investigation, that he took back as evidence to the Manchester police station.
Thornton had noticed it was gone as Francis put the groceries up earlier, when he wondered off to Claire's bedroom, he had placed a piece of jewelry into Francis's belongings; while using the lavatory, to set up Francis as the fall guy for Claire's disappearance.
Let me go wash up in the bathroom, don't you ever tell me what to do, Thornton shouted from the bathroom.
Francis had put the groceries up in the cupboard, after washing every trace of blood out of the kitchen sink.
Now I'm going to ask you this for the third time, what are you doing here, "asked Francis?" I came to collect a few more items of your sisters, do I need to explain myself, "Thornton had stated, with a stern voice!"
Where is my sister, and is she alright, "inquired Francis?"
Smack... smash... boom, "wrestling down upon the cold moist grass!"
What are you doing here, of all places, you shouldn't even be here, as the blood ran down, out of Francis's mouth. Quick, get up, I don't want anyone to see you, as they both rushed back up to the cottage, and headed for the kitchen.
Washing off down the drain, the blood went.
What are you doing here, god forbid if someone comes to Claire's cottage, like Mrs. Wallington, she's been coming over everyday, "Francis mentioned!"
The closing of the car door, tip towing through the grass, leering from afar, as he watched.
Slam had went the front door, with arms full of groceries as Francis placed them down on the kitchen counter top, of Claire's cottage.
The cool brisk wind rattling the chimes, of the back door opening, Francis had stepped out for some fresh air.
He saw something moving over in the hedge, not too far from the cottage.
Francis headed towards...
Pitter patter around the kitchen, wow don't you look pretty Mrs. Thornton Androusey, with every wipe of the glass, "Gerald spoke!" Don't look at me with those eyes of yours, I know you very well Gerald, sarcasm filled her voice entering the kitchen.
Ms.Claire I am just stating the obvious, as his eyes roamed all over her voluptuous body, filled with lust; Yet, sneaky Gerald was.
You condescending little twit, as she raised her hand to slap Gerald's face...
Such hostility in your actions, mind your manners, as Gerald pulled her in towards his chest. Claire had sprung back swiftly, as she adjusted her dress.
Where's Thornton she asked?
Tight lipped, I don't question him, I am just the hired help, Gerald mentioned.
Wait till I tell Sebastian that you knew this was going on, keeping me from him, Claire threatened, as the anger filtered her hatred.
The stretching of her legs, as she pulled the stockings up, Claire stared at herself in the mirror, as she stood up.
Bewilder thought, Could I be changing, could I be thinking like Thornton, "she questioned her own mind?"
I must still keep closure to myself, for my true love Sebastian, she felt hidden, locked in her heart of pain.
She continued on fixing her hand, and she tried to keep herself together emotionally, always being on guard where Thornton was concerned.
Squirt...squirt, mist of Old English lavender sprinkled her olive skin of silk, with the clanking of her heels down the staircase.
Francis Claire's brother, comes back from the grocery store, after have left the police station, what happens when he finds Thornton by Claire's cottage, meanwhile, what causes Gene's heart attack; and will Mrs. Wallington, Claire's seamstress survive?
I cannot tell you, but I can tell you this dear, Mr. Androusey always gets what he wants, not this time "Gerald quoted!"
What does that mean, maybe I ought to tell him when he comes out of the shower, she threatened?
I don't think so Ms.Claire, otherwise I'll have to tell Thornton you tried to run.It be wise to keep this to ourselves don't you think, as he let loose of her wrist.
Claire kept pleading for answers, just when Thornton made a surprise entrance into the kitchen...
Why aren't you upstairs showering for dinner my princess, what do you want from Gerald?She was asking me not to put mint jelly on her plate of Duck, she doesn't like it sir, Gerald explained.Thank you Gerald, as Claire exits to bathe for dinner.
They began to blanket themselves, soaring with passion, rustling through the leaves.
Moans of pleasure echoed throughout, they're moisten beaded sweat of bodies entwined.
Claire had called out Sebastian's name in the heat of the moment!
Shush, as he placed his left clammy hand over her mouth of velvet sensuous lips. Its just you and I Claire, destiny my child, Thornton whispered her ear.
You must learn to live and accept this marriage, I can love you more than Sebastian could ever, convincing his ego.
Thornton began to release his hand, caressing long luscious brown hair of curl, that captured her face of splendor, thirsty for more.
Pulling her close with arms of steel, you could sense the tension between the two, as their lips met.
Fighting the resistance of pleasure, that grew within.
Thornton pulled back on Claire's hair, as his lips showered her neck with kisses of raging lust on her olive skin. Claire tried fighting off what she had felt, yet the temptation was too irresistible to overcome.
The two had went off hand in hand, as they headed to walk about through the fortress.
Swiftly rushing back to the table, Claire had tripped.
My goodness dear, what do we have here, what happened to you, asked Thornton?
Were you listening to our conversation, that's a far stretch from your chair my darling, as Thornton reached down, clutching Claire's hand, back up to her feet.
No I was not, and I do not appreciate you calling me Mrs. Androusey, while tearing her hand away from his.
I had gotten up and I took a look over by the lake, and on my way back to the table dear, I tripped on my dress, "she explained." So what's wrong with Gerald, what did he have to say to you, wondering if he had mentioned that they knew each other?
Nothing to be concerned, sit have you scraped your knee, lifting of the dress.
Claire swatted his hand, I don't need your help, I can take care of it myself, her voice filled with sarcasm.
Claire stood up and swung her left hand around to smack Thornton upside the head, as he grabbed her by the arm.
You stupid idiot for saying such nonsense about Sebastian, she felt faint, and collapsed onto the floor, crying and laughing at Thornton...
Thornton dropped to his knees and picked up Claire from the wooden floor, "while she laughed in his face."
He threw her laughing behind onto the bed, while he smothered her voluptuous body with raging fire of passion within in his manner.
The room began to fade in an out, as she felt the sensation of lips licking the salt tears off her breasts.Thornton looked up at Claire, to make sure she was alright. As he squeezed her face, and he began delicately kissing her on the lips of wine.Thornton had been in control, knowing he had drugged her. Claire tried getting away, yet she couldn't release from his hold, while lying beneath his masculinity of steel. There they lay making love, as he slipped off her dress, and his clothes onto the floor. Oh my Claire, penetrating her flow of nectar, he whispered in her ear, "How I longed for this day to come, my sweet." Claire then kissed Thornton back, as their legs entwined of sexual emotions.
Claire wasn't sure what she was thinking or feeling, yet she still tried to push off Thornton.
He cradled her face with his left hand pulling her closer to his lips.
Claire had shrugged him off and stood up, as she walked about, steadily at the moon.
The wind carried her scent of lavender lilies, that she had plucked from the garden.
Thornton had gotten up and walked over to Claire with vintage at hand, caressing her skin of silk, placing one of the lilies in her hair behind the left ear lobe.
She just looked up with alluring eyes, as he placed the glass of Chardonnay in her right hand.
What a beautiful night, the evening air flowing through her hair, engaged by the shimmering light of reflection in her green eyes of water, as a tear wept down the right cheek of her face.
I know you're sad Claire, but this is your new life my love, I will love you more than Sebastian could, as their lips locked in a french kiss. Mad passion had come across her lips, while Thornton bit her tongue.
Thornton held her tightly to his chest, eagerly kissing Claire's neck of breast, as she willingly gave in.
As he made his entrance, are you feeling any better, what's wrong...what happened, hammering her with questions?
I had taken a sip of wine as I was looking out staring at the moon, how it glistened across the rippled water.
My stomach felt a little queasy, and then the room kind of spun around, "Claire explained."
I'm glad you're feeling better, maybe you drink the wine too fast, you really didn't eat that much at dinner, Thornton mentioned.