Both of them froze. Who was in the greenhouse? At first they thought it was Roy’s father or Victor, who had a key. The place was always locked. Quietly Roy rolled off Janet who flipped onto her stomach. The two of them gazed at the greenhouse. They were about ten feet from the structure, lying on a soft patch of lawn. There was no moon, everything was in darkness, including the greenhouse which was now still as a pin. Had they imagined voices? But no, there it was again: first one and then two male voices in what sounded like a muffled conversation. As they watched, they saw two thin flickering trails of light arching sporadically through the glass wall facing them: flashlights! Who were these guys?
“Let’s get out of here!” Janet whispered. It was really spooky, the darkness, the flashlights, the voices that sounded like they had murderous intent traveling toward them on the soft spring air. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She grabbed Roy’s hand. “Come on,” she cried, wanting to jump up and run. But Roy shook off her hand. He wanted to see who the fuck was in there and he started to inch forward on his belly. When he got close, he rose on all fours and peered through the glass. Janet remained where she was, shivering. The light from the flashlights was intermittent, shining on and off like code. Roy stayed there for a minute, his white shirt glimmering like a flag in the darkness. Then he fell back on his stomach, pivoted and began to crawl toward her. “Two men,” he whispered when he was beside her. She heard the puzzlement and fear in his voice. “We have to go. Right now.”
They grabbed hands and fled through the darkness, back across lawns and flower beds, ducking trees until they were once again at Janet’s house. The two of them were drenched with sweat. It was not quite one forty-five in the morning. They stood facing one another, out of breath, their eyes big from the shock of what they’d just experienced. When he could speak, Roy said: “They were in suits.”
“They were in suits,” he repeated. “Like businessmen.”
Janet stared at his damp white face. Gone was the cocky, faux tough expression he usually wore. He was a fifteen-year-old kid and he looked it. “How can you be sure? It was so dark.”
“I saw in the beam of one of the flashlights.”
“That doesn’t make sense, does it?”
A light came on in Janet’s house just then – probably her father making a trip to the bathroom.
“You’d better get back inside,” Roy whispered. “I’m going to have another look on the way home.”
“Jesus, Roy, be careful. There’s something really creepy going on.”
He gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. It was pretty much the last time she saw him before he was sent off to military school.
To be continued…
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