By Frank M. Weyer
Kristen didn't seem to hear him. She was staring up at the
bottom of the bookshelf that was attached to the wall above the
bed. "What are you hiding behind your bookshelf?" she
"I'm not hiding anything," Mike said, puzzled. "What
do you mean?"
Kristen raised an arm, pointing. "Someone slipped a folded
piece of paper between the back of the bookshelf and the wall,"
Mike walked over to the bed and leaned over next to Kristen so
he could see where she was pointing. Sure enough, from where
Kristen had been lying, the corner of a folded piece of paper
could be seen in the crack between the back of the bookshelf
and the wall. He went over to his box of kitchen utensils that
he kept on the wide window sill. He rummaged around for a kitchen
knife, then went back to the bed. He knelt on the bed next to
Kristen, who was now sitting up. He slid the knife up into the
crack between the shelf, and slowly extracted a folded piece
of newspaper. It was yellowed, brittle.
"What is it?" Kristen asked.
"It looks like an old piece of newspaper."
Mike sat down on the edge of the bed. Carefully he unfolded the
piece of newspaper, and flattened it out on the bed, between
himself and Kristen. They both looked at it curiously. It was
the front page from an old Boston Post newspaper. The date said
May 16, 1980. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the thick
black letters across the top of the page.
"JOGGER BRUTALLY MURDERED IN RIVERSIDE PARK" the main
headline said. "Headless Corpse Found Along Popular Charles River Jogging Track" the subheading added.
They looked at each other.
"Okay," Kristen said. "This is starting to get
a little weird."