Snippet #1969259

Jeanie Wilson walked towards her father's black 2010 Cadillac SRX SUV with at least 7 bags from her most recent shopping spree, one much needed since it had been February since her last shopping trip. Now with three new bathing suits, a couple new sundresses and countless pairs of other clothes, Jean was fully equipped for summer.

While fishing for her keys to her father's keys, Jeanie's cell phone began playing a catchy pop song. "Ugh," she groaned. "Seriously, I have some pretty bad luck." She attempted to grabbed her phone from her back pocket, but was unsuccessful due to the bags she was carrying. So, with a look around to make sure the coast was clear, Jeanie took a deep breath and concentrated on picking up her phone with her mind. Within seconds, she felt the phone move a bit in her back pocket. "Come on, baby," she coaxed the phone while wiggling a little. Soon, the phone was completely out of her pocket, floating slightly erratically in front of her. Quickly Jean reached for the phone and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Excuse me, this is Officer Reynolds," A man’s voice said through the speaker.

"Uh, what can I do for you?" Jean asked nervously. She had never been in trouble with the law and was extremely nervous talking to a police officer.

"We need you to come down to the station for some questions. A man was found dead outside his home today, when investigating we found his house was filled with pictures of 6 different young adults, yours included. Please come as soon as you can, we can send an escort if needed."

"Ok, I won't be needing an escort. I'll be there as soon as possible." Jeanie hit the end button on her phone and quickly found the keys. She put her clothes in the back seat and made her way down to the police station, nervously.