Work Text:
Mary Anne and Logan went to the movies. Then they went for a ride in Logan’s car. They parked up on a hill at Miller’s Park. From there, they could see the lights up and down Stoneybrook. Logan turned on the alt rock station, and Soundgarden burst from the speakers. But an announcer interrupted Chris Cornell with a news bulletin. “A murderer has escaped from the state prison. He is armed with a knife and is headed south on foot. His left hand is missing. In its place, he wears a hook.”
"Let's roll up the windows and lock the doors," said Mary Anne.
"That's a good idea, darlin," said Logan.
"That prison isn't too far away," said Mary Anne, "Maybe we should go home."
"But it's only ten o'clock," said Logan.
"Ten o’clock?!” Mary Anne said. "My dad told me to be home by 9:30! I have to go home."
"Look, honey," said Logan, "Your daddy won’t mind if you’re a little late. As for that killer? He's not going to climb all the way up here. Why would he want to hurt anyone by Ambrose’s Sawmill, our great historical monument that you worked so hard to protect? Even if he did, all the doors are locked. How could he get in? My dad’s Buick is practically a boat."
"Logan, he could take that hook and break through a window and open a door," Mary Anne said, her lip quivering. "I'm scared and I want to go home."
Logan was annoyed. "Mary Anne, you’re always crying about something," he said.
As he started the car, Mary Anne thought she heard someone, or something, scratching at her door. "Do you hear that?" she asked as they roared away. "Sounded like somebody's trying to get in."
"Yeah, sure," said Logan.
Soon they got to her house. Mr. Spier was a silhouette in the window, but he was no doubt glaring. Logan hurriedly went around to the other side of the car to let Mary Anne out, like the Southern gentleman he was. But he abruptly stopped. For hanging on the passenger door handle was a hook.