Chapter 2 - Red Hope @ redhope.net
Chapter 2 - Red Hope @ redhope.net
Chapter 2 - Red Hope @ redhope.net
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Sarah forced her body to put one foot in front of the other. She stayed on the officer's heels and found<br />
they were going into the building they'd parked near. From a quick scan, Sarah assessed it was a<br />
rundown apartment complex and once inside she noted a stairwell with ten floors. She wound up them<br />
with the officer until they were on the seventh.<br />
The officer walked down the hallway that had doors with climbing numbers labeled on them. The doors<br />
were dark green and worn out. The hallway was carpeted and occasionally there was an overhead light<br />
that meekly revealed the hallway. But the officer came to room number 777 and unlocked the door with<br />
a key from her jacket pocket.<br />
Sarah entered the tiny apartment after she was signaled to go. She heard the officer lock the door, but<br />
she was too busy looking at the apartment. Yet in reality it was actually an efficiency with a small<br />
kitchen and space for a dining table, bed, and maybe a sofa. The efficiency was definitely smaller than<br />
Sarah's college apartment.<br />
But what was strange was the fact there was no dining table or sofa, not even a bed. The kitchen<br />
appeared to be empty. And the walls were bare except for the eerie gray paint. The only sole piece of<br />
furniture in the room was a worn wood desk and a matching chair that was positioned beside a closed<br />
closet. On the desk there was a brand-new laptop that had a few cords such as power or inter<strong>net</strong> neatly<br />
flowing off it.<br />
Sarah couldn't slow her heart, and she nervously looked at the officer. She clenched her right hand and<br />
kept the fear out of her voice. "Who are you"<br />
The officer unzipped her leather jacket and revealed her uniform underneath. She stared at Sarah for a<br />
beat then walked away to the desk.<br />
For whatever reason, Sarah was compelled to follow the officer and desperately tried her question<br />
again. "Who the Hell are you"<br />
The officer had her back to Sarah, and she pressed her fingertips into the rear of the laptop's screen. She<br />
remained poised to close it but calmly answered, "My name is Cameron Philips." She now shut the<br />
screen then approached the closet and carefully leaned her Remington against the wall.<br />
Sarah stared at the officer's stiff posture. "Are you really a cop"<br />
The officer, Cameron Philips, pulled open the sliding closet door but didn't bother to turn on the light.<br />
Sarah started to wonder if the older woman would answer her or not. She was about to repeat herself<br />
but faltered at hearing Cameron's voice.<br />
"I am not an officer." Cameron removed her jacket and merely dropped it to the floor.<br />
Sarah's stomach pitched at this news. She slid her right hand into her jacket pocket and clutched the<br />
Blackberry Curve. "What do you want with me"<br />
Cameron turned her head sidelong, but she was steadily unbuttoning her top. "To protect and serve<br />
you."<br />
Sarah thought it was a joke but the woman was very serious about it. She hesitated but demanded, "Do<br />
you know who those men were"