Missing

Chapter 10

I wound up in a really nice neighborhood which was definitely the complete opposite from Scott's. The map told me that I had arrived and I parked by the curb. It was a pretty big house, all right.
I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I figured that it would be hard to hear a knock in a house this big. There was no answer. I tried again. There was still no answer. I turned the doorknob. To my surprise, the door actually opened. I entered the house with confusion. Was someone home or not? This area was way too nice to leave anything unlocked.
The house was barely furnished. I couldn't tell if someone was still moving in or moving out. I wandered around downstairs but still didn't see anyone. Was this place abandoned? It sure didn't look like it from the outside. I went upstairs where I found a bathroom and two bedrooms. There was still nothing and no one to be found.
I decided to check out the backyard since it was the only place that I hadn't checked. The yard was beautiful with well kept grass and flowers. I looked around and spotted a shed by the fence. It almost looked like it was big enough to be a tiny house. I approached it. When I opened the door, I had to cover my nose because the smell was horrendous. I had never smelled something so bad in my life. I did my best to look around inside the shed but had to step out due to the smell. There were only normal things like tools anyway. I decided that this was enough and left.
Later that day, I called the police to tell them about what I found. I simply said that I was visiting my friends who lived at that house and smelled something terrible in the backyard. The cop seemed skeptical but said that he would check it out.
A few days later, the police came out and said that there had been a dead body in the shed. That was more than enough to freak everyone out considering that we still hadn't heard anything from Andrea. Beatrice and I tried to comfort each other as we sobbed, forced to accept that this could've been part of the answers about that night. It hurt more than ever knowing that there was a body but didn't know who or where it was. In my head, I just kept thinking 'the timing'. This was close enough to be premeditated. I knew that happened in several murder cases. I hated to even think of the word murder but I had to. How else would a dead body end up in that shed? I still had so many questions and felt like there wasn't enough time to get answers. I had to though.