Casey woke as the speaker box buzzed one more time above her head. Why didn’t Mother or Father answer the dang thing? They should have been home by now. The box buzzed again and she reached up and hit the button. “Yes.”
“Miss Casey Rollins?” questioned a male voice.
“Yes, who is this?”
“Detective Allen Bates, Miss, if you could buzz me in.”
“Detective?” she questioned waking up more.
“Yes Miss Rollins, if you could please buzz me in,” he said again.
“Of course,” said Casey and hit the button that would open the gate at the end of the drive. Casey got up throwing on the jeans and the t-shirt she had taken off earlier. She looked at the clock that was by her bed, it was three in the morning. Casey was confused. Why were the police here and why hadn’t one of her parents answered the call? She left her room and went down stairs were the detective was knocking. “One moment please.”
Casey got to the door and opened it to the detective. He was an older man probably in his mid-forties, short black hair, needed a shave and brown eyes. He was average height and was wearing an off the rack blue suit.
“Miss Casey Rollins?” he asked, flashing his badge.
“Yes.”
“May I come in?”
Casey stepped back some and let him come on in the house. “What can I do for you, Detective?”
“Miss, maybe you should sit down,” said the Detective. The poor kid couldn’t be more than eighteen, nineteen years old. She was around five ten or eleven, maybe one hundred and twenty pounds if even that much. She had long sandy blond hair that she kept moving out of her face, which was slender with a small nose and deep blue eyes.
Casey woke more when she saw something flash in his eyes. “I don’t think so. What’s going on?”
“Please Miss, if you could just have a seat.” The Detective took her by the elbow, walked her over to a bench that was just inside the door and sat her down. “Are your parents Sara and Jonathan Rollins?”
“Yes, I don’t know why they didn’t answer your call, they should be upstairs.”
“Did you parents go out this evening Miss Rollins?”
“A fund raiser,” she said and looked at him. “Did something happen, were they in a wreck or something?”
“I’m sorry Miss Rollins but your parents runner went off an embankment and down into a ravine,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. “It caught fire, there were no survivors.”
“No,” said Casey as shock started to set in. She rose up from the bench, ran up the stairs to her parents’ room. He had to be mistaken, not her parents, her father was the best driver ever. She opened the bedroom door, went in and saw that there wasn’t anyone in the bed. It had to be a mistake it just had to be.
The Detective waited as the young woman came back down stairs. “I’m sorry. Is there anyone I can call for you?”
Casey sat down on the next to last step. “No, my parents were only children and both sets of grandparents are gone.”
“A friend of the family maybe?” asked the Detective, really feeling bad now.
“Michael, he’s daddy’s business partner.”
“His last name Miss Rollins?” he asked taking his pad out of his pocket.
“Watts,” she answered and looked up at him. “Are you sure it was their runner?”
“I’m afraid so, Miss Rollins. Let me just make that call for you.”
Some time later Michael and his wife Elizabeth was there, Elizabeth took one look at Casey and immediately went over to her. “Casey,” she said softly sitting down beside her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
Casey looked at Elizabeth. “He says Mother and Father were in an accident,” she said as she started to sob.
Elizabeth pulled Casey to her and looked to her husband. “Call the doctor Michael.”
“Of course,” he said giving the detective a look, like “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I’m going to take Casey to her room,” said Elizabeth. She got Casey up on her feet, turned around and they went up the stairs.
Casey let Elizabeth walk her up the stairs, into her room and sit her on her bed. She looked at Elizabeth. “He’s wrong, couldn’t he be wrong?”
“We’re going to find out dear,” said Elizabeth and held Casey to her as she cried.