The Revenge Of The Claws - PART 3

The kitten squealed. Clark grabbed the other one by the scruff of its neck and banged it against the ground. He took his knife and cut out the eyes of the kittens. The pupils spurted out. Clark turned on his heel and walked away.

The cat observed him. The human had killed the kittens. Her kittens, whom she had given birth to at the risk of her life.

Nellie gazed at the notes from the interview. It had been a long one, due to the fact that the sales clerk gladly wanted to give a detailed account of the robbery. Nellie thought it was almost too detailed. Tuesdays were always tough. Everything had to be quick.

"Hey Nell, ignore that robbery. Show me the article about the murder of Nancy Sanderson."

"Roger, that's 2 years ago. Why all this gossip about that girl? The rest of the family also died."

"In all probability, the father commited suicide. In his shocked condition, he shot his wife and the youngest daughter. But nobody knows how Nancy lost her life, it's a mystery."

Nellie sighed and started to plough her way through the enormous archive. When she finally found the article, it contained a large-scale headline - intended to attract curiosity - and a detailed description. The black and white photo made Nellie cold as ice. It represented a smiling long haired girl - Nancy Sanderson.

"It's terrible....", Nellie mumbled.

She wanted to say something more, but was interrupted. An old woman in a blue jacket held Nellie's mobile in her hand.

"It's urgent."

The boss nodded apologeticly and started to poke at a calculator.

"Yes?" Nellie answered in a skilled manner.

At first she only heard a sob.

"It's me."

Nellie recognized Clark's voice.

"Clark? What's happened?"

There was a long silence, a choking silence.

"Mary Anne is dead. She's dead, Nellie."