" Too close to home," I said. "You know, you might want to keep little tid-bits like that to yourself, huh?" Do me a favor, don't say that for a while... honey, OK?" she popped up."What? 'Keep it to yourself?' I don't—" 'You know, '" she corrected. "It was Lady Celeste's favorite phrase, didn't you notice? Every other sentence. Probably it's a good thing I wasn't there, the real me. The physical me. I felt like screaming at her, 'No, I don't fucking know, you stupid bitch!' People say that all. Maybe she hadn't made it to the office yet. I had just put the radio back in the charger and turned to leave when I heard some static, then, "Curtis! That you?"There was something wrong with her voice. It was strained and weak, like she was struggling to talk.I grabbed the radio and answered, "Yeah, Rhonda, it's Curtis! Is there something wrong? You don't sound right."A few seconds delay, then, "Thank God! Need help! Can't ... get anyone ... on other channel. Need your ... help. I'm hurt!". "Oh no!! I had no idea!!! I mean the last landlord of this place didn't tell me about any murder case!!" Mr Grady wasn't sure what the detective was trying to say."Well from what I remembered that this particular floor has such history of such gruesome things!! Some even took place as early as the second world!! Well I guess there is something about this place that draws in serial killers to come here and committed their crimes!!" stated the detective.As for the body of Kimberly Steele it laid. It recounted our year, and how a group of sophomores and three seniors had built a team which had won our conference. He then blasted the conference for not including any underclassmen on the All-Conference Team. He explained how that slight had been turned around and we used it to make us a stronger TEAM.Jeff warned the conference we would be back the next two years. He said if he was our coach, he would remind us, each and every game, how they snubbed us. He predicted we would win State this.