Where Is My Baby?

Linda’s POV

As Kirby’s voice cut through the conversation, a tense silence descended upon the room. Mr. and Mrs. Kingston turned their attention towards her, their expressions unreadable as they nodded in acknowledgment.

“Yes, you can proceed,” Mr. Kingston said, his voice firm and authoritative. “We have important matters to attend to; like clearing our names,” He said as he looked directly at me.

His wife remained silent, her gaze fixed on me with a mixture of curiosity and detachment. It was as if she was observing a specimen under a microscope, or a chim in a zoo.

Kirby nodded in response to her boss’s directive, her expression impassive as she turned her attention to me. With deliberate movements, she approached the metal chair where I was seated, her eyes set on me.

Then she chuckled. “This is going to be so much fun.” She drew close to me, and then slowly took out her pistol.

“What are you doing? We don’t want her dead, Kirby,” Mrs. Kingston chirped in as she watched the sc