The Haunted Widow
Copyright © 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 7: Only a Clue
Another month passed. Scott finally received a hit from the camera network. The image, dating back to a few days after the car disappeared, showed the Nissan traveling east on Highway 1, the Trans-Canada freeway, in the city of Abbotsford.
“Lacie, I have some news. It’s not much help, but it shows the Nissan leaving the city on Highway 1, passing through Abbotsford. Here, I’ll show you a print.”
“I don’t see much detail here. I can decipher most of the licence plate, I guess, and the shape of the car looks right. I can’t see who is driving. It’s dark; it must be nighttime. Oh, I see the timestamp. All right, what does this tell us?”
“Almost nothing useful, Lacie. If you look at this simple map, you’ll see he could go in many directions. Yes, he’s close to the border, but he’d be nuts to try and sneak into the states from BC. He could continue east into southern Alberta, go north to Kamloops and then to Calgary, and so on.”
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“Driving for hours, even days. Just to get away from me and Billy.” She turned her head, showing anger, tears, and ultimately, contempt. “Asshole.”
“Lacie, the particulars of his vehicle are in the national database. Unless he drives his precious car into the ocean, it’s going to turn up somewhere.”
“I understand. Scott, I’m sorry for dumping my anger on you, David is not your fault. The whole situation just grates on me.”
“How about a hug?”
“Always, you can hug me. Mm. Are you hungry? I made pasta. And we have gelato, too.”
Scott tried his John Wayne drawl: “Wahl, ah’d sure like some of them vittles, Miss. Ah git powerful hungry out ridin’ the range all day.”
“Y’all go wash up, then. And bring your little sidekick in for his share.”
“Yes’m.”
As always, Billy coated his face with the tomato sauce, and got whisked to the bathtub for an immediate hose down. Splashing away in the bubbles, he managed to soak both his mother and Scott.
“I hope you don’t mind...” Lacie pulled off her shirt, and turned her back toward him. Unhooking her bra had become routine duty for him.
“You know how much I enjoy this view. Perhaps after Billy goes down, I can bathe you.”
Childishly, Lacie copied her son, “With bubbles?”
By the time Billy was in his pyjamas and received his required reading, Lacie had lost interest in bathing. Instead, she hung up her towel and pulled Scott into the bedroom.
A half-hour later, she was cuddled against him with her ear on his chest. She listened as his heartbeat slowed down after his climax.
“Scott?”
“Hm?”