The gash on his leg slowed him down a bit, but he still managed to carry her all the way to the foot of the staircase, carefully checking over his shoulder as he limped through the house. Faint echoes could be heard from the dinner party just a story below, but right now they were the only ones in this part of the grand house. Reaching the base of the steps he sat her down and adjusted his pant leg to cover the wound. Coming to, the girl blinked open her eyes slowly, resting them on the covered wound.
“Did he…” she started out, not knowing how to finish her thought.
“I’m fine Jess. All you need to know is that the dinner is still going on and he’s not here, but if there’s one bright side it’s that I made sure to clean up our tracks, can’t have Grandma knowing that we spilled blood on her precious marble floors.”
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, the two looked at each other in alarm. As quickly as she could, Jess dragged her accomplice into the library next to the staircase with her. Closing the doors behind them, Jess turned on the furthest lights, just enough to see but not enough to be seen. Waiting until the footsteps went away, Jess let out a sigh of relief and took in the familiar sight around her. Library was a bit of a stretch, this room was a showcase, meant to impress with books not meant for opening and chairs not meant for sitting. Eclectic art pieces and gifts from around the world coated shelves, emphasizing the hundreds of photos in the room. Kings, queens, presidents, vice presidents, ambassadors, senators, you named it they were in here, forever frozen in time while grasping Grandma’s hand. Everything over-the-top and grand, this was the museum of the house, the pride and joy of Grandma’s existence and career.
“Danny, do you need me to wrap that up for you, that nasty gash is going to get all over the place and you know how Irene gets about cleaning up blood. Says she’s on to us, she’s been looking for a way to get us in trouble ever since we moved here.”
“Jess don’t worry about Irene, trust me, she’s the last one we need to worry about right now. We need to find that man again, until we do you’re not safe and neither are the dozens of politicians, ambassadors, and family friends we’ve got down stairs tonight or in the future.”
“Don’t forget Grandma.”
“I didn’t. Look, all I know is that he won’t stop until someone is dead, we were accidental targets and you ended up with a bump on your head and I ended up with a knife wound in my leg. Imagine what happens when he gets the right target this time.”
“I’d rather not. Plus how can we tell anyone down stairs? No one believed me when I saw him break into the house last week, the night Grandma canceled the dinner she was supposed to have for that senator. He obviously was looking for someone then and if I go to Grandma now I just look desperate. I’m the troubled brat that just wants attention, never mind the fact that there’s an actual threat. Besides, everyone saw us arguing before the dinner and your wound is minor, what if people think that I did it and I’m just trying to deflect the blame from myself.”
“Jess, calm down. No one will think that, besides he already left and there’s no proof of a forced entry in the house, I tried looking at the tapes after last time and there’s not even any evidence of him on those. Look, he’s got to have someone on the inside and he has some specific target that was supposed to be at the last dinner and at this one. We’re not in harms way because he only tries when we have guests over, the only problem is maybe third time’s the charm for him and he actually gets his target.”
Jess let out an involuntary shudder at Danny’s words. She knew she needed to tell people but she didn’t know how. Mustering her wits, she walked towards the door.
“Look, one of us has to go back to the dinner and I think it should be the one without the stab wound in their leg. I’ll just go tell Grandma what happened and pray that I’m believed this time. You stay put, I don’t want to make a scene or cause panic and your leg would do the opposite. I promise I’ll be right back. Don’t worry, I’ll solve this problem before it gets any worse.”
Jess hurried out of the library and towards the staircase, trying to play out how she would tell Grandma about the intruder in her head. Jess started down the stairs quickly when she felt a shove from behind, and she tripped over her speeding feet and fell into blackness.
It was ruled a suicide. Just another society girl. Rumor had it she drank too much champagne. Others claimed she had depression after the death of her parents. Maybe she went crazy after living in that house where photos with a president meant more than lunch with a granddaughter. She cried a lot. Wasn’t doing well in school. It really was a shame, she was so young, so much potential. Had a good relationship with her brother. Pity he couldn’t stop her from falling when she jumped down the stairs. He watched the whole thing. Standing right behind her. Alone.