A distraught fan who thinks that the deaths are more than a coincidence.......and will do anything to find out who is behind them
by Brittany Kenny
Four years ago................
Tears poured down Sindy's face. Her hands shook and she began to soob. The news hit her like a kick to the chest. Gasping for air she reread the shocking news. Her rock idle Kurt Cobain had killed himself. Dropping the paper Sindy curled up in a fetal position and cried. She had met Kurt a few times and from the way he talked he never sounded like he would kill himself, not with the new baby and his wife Courtney. Clenching her teeth she vowed she wouldn't rest until she found out who had drove Kurt over the edge or even worse, who had murderd him.
Back to real time............
Sindy pulled the car over to the curb, gazing across the street at the little mint green house. She had been working closely with Tom, a private eye set on proving Kurt's death was no accident. Their search had led Sindy here to this house in a small town just outside of Houston. Tom and she discoverd that Kurt had received E-mail the day of his death. After reading it the two had a strange urge to kill themselves.....Closer examination proved that there was a subliminal message woven inside the note. She and Tom had spent the last three years tracking down the emailer's ID, they had come up with a man's first and last name, Bryant Covalsky. There had been three people in all the United States with the same or similar name. This was the last man on their list.
Stepping out of the car, her sneakers crunched under the loose gravel. She quietly closed the door. Trying to act casual she made her way to the front door of the house. The make-shift steps creaked and groand under her weight, carefully making her way across the ramshackle pourch, she knocked on the door. Sindy heard a loud bang as if something had fallen than she heard a man grumbling. She stood, waiting for him to answer after a few minutes again she knocked, and again no answer. She then rapped on the door until her knuckles grew sore. "Sir," she called through the door, "I've come to talk to you about your Internet server." This caught the man's attention inside. When he had first heard her knocking he had crept silently to the door and stood watching her through the peep-hole. He liked the way the light danced on her black hair, he decided he wouldn't kill her, for now at least.
Sindy was growing impatient but she was determind not to give up. Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard a lock being umbolted and the door swung open revealing a short brown haird man with glasses and a five o'clock shadow. She felt his eyes roam her body and slowly come back to her face. She felt her face flush, she felt as if she were standing there naked.
"Come in" the man said in almost a serpent like hiss, and she did.
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