A Stable Connection (part 7)

Hi I am back! And with a story... Again the word came from blogbattlers this month's word is Stable.

Hope you enjoy this part. If your behind catch up.

Part 1 Flowers Have Mysteries 
Part 2 Loss and Madness 
Part 3 Mayhem at Dusk
Part 4 It Happened on the Night Shift
Part 5 Airtight Solutions
Part 6 Stamped Corona 

A Stable Connection 

Lane 

By Rakayle Hier

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I could totally see why the Chief wanted me to keep tabs on Heinz.

Some of his methods were a little outside the law. And he was more than a little hard to get along with. 

Maybe if I was smarter I would turn back, but alas I did not. 

The opera was closed, or so the sign said. Heinz didn’t let that stop him from finding a way inside.

He found a way in alright, in through the second story window.How did I ever let him talk me into

this? 

The baker’s shop was alongside the opera house and it was easy to get into. The windows were

nearly even with each other. 

Heinz had already made it across and was waiting for me on the other side of the gap.  I was out

the window, on the ledge, which didn’t feel stable at all. Heinz had made it look easy.

This was not easy, this was madding!   

I held onto the window just as Heinz had. I looked behind me to see the detective watching me.

No concern was evident on his face. Of course, I had no idea what he was thinking; he was

like that, hard to read. 

“Heinz this is madness.”

“No, it is defying the odds. Now come on Lane, stretch your leg across.”

I felt my stomach roll, but I was almost more afraid to turn back. I did as Heinz instructed and made

it across, into the other window without falling to my death.  

Inside the quiet opera house I looked around; It felt as if I was tramping into some forgotten

place which was meant to be left alone. Heinz had no such disquiet. 

He walked forward eyeing the dusty drapes and boxes. It was at one time a dressing room, now it

looked like a storage room.  I noticed Heinz’s feet leaving prints in the dust. After a deep exhale,

I followed him not as excited to be trespassing, especially in this a place.

It was like someone was watching me, and they knew I was an officer, and how frowned upon this

was. I told myself it was all in my head, but it didn’t make me less jittery. 

Suddenly something flapped in my face. I jumped back. Oh, It was just a curtain. I coughed as the

dust few through the air. A dirty curtain. I turned to see Heinz heading down some stairs.

I quickened my pace. Heading down the wood steps after the fleeing sleuth.

I stayed quiet. It was hard not to. The place was dead. Did anyone even work here anymore?

It was completely empty. I stepped on a creaky board. Heinz looked back at me.

“Shhhh.” 

I shrugged.  I didn’t do anything. I tried to tell him with a facial expression not wanting to get

another ‘shush’. He just gave me a strange look and continued on.  We got down the steps and

came onto the stage. A red curtains were opened up, revealing the red seats facing the stage.

I felt high up, like I was the center of attention, and was not supposed to be here.

Heinz showed no shyness, but continued across the stage to the left. Suddenly a knock came

to the front door. We both froze. It came again. A thud and steps, footsteps. Heinz moved.

So did I. We slipped into a side door, finding ourselves in a storage type mudroom. 

Heinz looked out. I squeezed under him to look through the crack in the door.  A man in a robe

hurried up to the door. He opened the door. 

“Can I help you gentlemen?” 

“Yes, um, we got a report of a disturbance. May we look around inside?” I couldn’t see the

speaker.  I wondered what disturbance? Not us. “Someone didn’t see us, did they?” I whispered. 

“No, too soon. It’s something else. I wonder what? How interesting.” 

“What’s interesting?” 

“Shhh.”

I looked out again to see two officers step inside. It was Sergeant McClain and Private Jock.

I’d hate to be caught by the officers I knew, and who knew me. I’m sure Chief would be very

upset to hear of the event. 

I watch them walk down an aisle between the seats followed by the guy in the housecoat.

He was quiet looking, yet his eyes were attentive. He had dark hair messy that strayed. He was

tall and thin, yet he looked like he could lift wights.

The man showed the officers backstage. They disappeared out of sight. 

“Heinz I don’t like this.”

“Course you don’t.” 

I stepped away from the crack, and he made his way out. 

“Heinz!” I tried to keep my voice low, but the irritation was there. My heart was thudding as I

slipped out to go after the detective. We’d be in the soup together. 

I could here the group talking. “You men have any explanation for this?” 

“A boy found out late last night said that his friend had been kidnapped. We were told to check

out this opera house for him.”

“Well, he is not here officers. I don’t know how he could be. The boy is obviously mistaken.” 

“Yes, well, we’ll still looking about anyway. Just to clear this mess up.” 

“Of course.” 

Heinz headed away from them into another side room. I was close behind. Here was where

the fella must have slept. There was an unmade cot against the wall. Costumes and show

equipment littered the area. 

“Hard times have hit this place hard.” Heinz remarked. They've been doing a few shows trying

to keep this place going.”

“Why is that important?”

“You’ll see Lane. I’ve now got a stable connection. If it pans out, I just might crack this case

wide open.” 

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DUN DUN DUN, The story is getting deeper. But really I'm just making this up as I go.

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