A Deadly Game - Episode 3
by James Kriz
I examine the third clue.
The heavy, skeleton key.
And inside the ornate designs in its metal…
I can make out the number 3.
We need to find the lock this key opens.
What do you suggest?
We don’t have time to try every lock in town.
No.
But if we take it to a locksmith…
They might be able to give us some more information.
10 minutes later
I pull my car up to the locksmith’s store, parking in front of it.
Desmond and I quickly get out.
My phone starts ringing.
My mom is calling.
I ignore the call and enter the locksmith’s store.
Desmond’s by my side.
My phone buzzes again.
Texts from my mom fill my screen.
The school called home to confirm your doctor’s appointment.
We told them we didn’t know what they were talking about.
We have no clue where you are, Emma!
What’s going on?!
You’re in big trouble!
Call me!
Right now!
I text her back.
I can’t!
I’ll explain later.
I’m safe.
I put away my phone.
I pull out the key and show it to the locksmith.
He’s an elderly man.
Can you tell us what this key unlocks?
The locksmith takes the key with his wrinkled, weathered hands.
He studies it.
Recognition washes over him.
I made this key.
Years ago.
For what?
The Dayton Motel.
I made all the keys for them.
The locksmith holds up the key, motioning to the number on it.
Looks like this one is for Room 3.
Desmond turns to me.
I guess we know where to go next…
10 minutes later
I’m driving.
All the way to the far edge of town.
Desmond points up ahead.
There it is.
I see it also.
The Dayton Motel.
Paint is peeling off its sign.
The pool closed due to neglect.
I pull into a nearly empty parking lot.
I park.
Desmond and I quickly get out.
I glance around.
The doors are on the outside of the motel.
So it’s easy enough to scan through them.
I find a door marked with the number 3.
I rush over to it.
And Desmond trails close behind me.
I’m about to put the key in—
But he stops me.
He speaks in a whisper.
You sure about this?
I mean, we have no idea who could be on the other side of this door.
What if they have a gun?
What if—
I whisper back, silencing him.
What choice do I have?
I just care about you.
I don’t know what I’d do if you ever got hurt.
Or worse…
Desmond leans close to me.
So close that he could kiss me.
Surprised, I back away.
I keep myself together.
And I whisper urgently.
I’m going in.
I put the key in the lock.
I twist it.
And I hear a click.
I did it!
I must have unlocked it!
Slowly, I push the door open.
My heart is pounding.
Desmond is right.
The kidnapper could be in here.
He could be armed.
But I don’t care.
I need to find Nick.
So I enter the dark room.
I find a light switch and flip it on, scanning the space.
No one is there.
There is a large bed in the middle of the room.
On top of it is a pair of panties.
I tiptoe up to the bed.
I pick up the panties.
My eyes go wide with a realization…
They’re mine.
Underneath them is a note that says: “This game is the kind that can never be won.”
Desmond searches around the room.
Opening drawers.
Looking through the closet.
He’s confused.
Emma, some of these clothes look like they're yours…
He’s right.
The drawers, the closet…
They are all filled with my clothes.
It’s like I’ve been living in this room.
Yet I haven’t.
I’ve never even been inside it until now.
Desmond enters the bathroom, turning on the light inside.
He stops in his tracks.
Going pale.
Struggling to speak.
Oh my god…
I rush over to him.
The bathroom is filled with my things also—
Shampoos and lotions.
My toothbrush is beside the sink.
But Desmond is staring at something else…
A severed human pinky finger!
It’s wrapped in a plastic bag.
Right next to a bloody knife.
I scream.
Oh my god!
It must be Nick’s.
I’m trembling.
And I feel like I’m going to faint.
Poor, poor Nick.
I just want to hold him.
Right now.
And make this nightmare go away.
I’m barely able to keep myself together.
And then my phone starts ringing.
It’s my mom calling again.
I ignore it.
Another flurry of texts come in.
Where are you?
Nick has been abducted!
After an anonymous tip, the police searched your locker at school.
They found a knife with traces of Nick’s blood on it.
Students told the police you and Nick have been fighting lately.
It all doesn’t look good, Emma.
You’re wanted for the abduction of Nick.
WHAT IS GOING ON?!
I text her back, tears in my eyes.
My hands shaking are shaking.
I’m innocent!
Please.
Just believe me.
Then turn yourself in.
Explain what is going on!
I can’t.
Not yet.
My phone buzzes yet again.
Except this time, it’s a text from Becky.
I can’t believe it.
You’re a monster, Emma!
Nick deserved better!
The sound of sirens blares outside.
I quickly put away my phone.
Desmond peaks out the window.
Police are coming!
I look around in panic—
The whole room is set up to make me look guilty.
My clothes are in the drawers.
Nick’s pinky finger is in the bathroom.
The bloody knife…
We have to run!
Why?
I can’t tell you!
Desmond looks down at his phone, reading something.
When he peers back up at me, he has a strange look on his face.
Did you hurt Nick?!
No!
I hear the police sirens getting closer.
They are almost here.
I open the back window.
I hop out of it.
Desmond looks around one more time…
And then reluctantly follows me.
We run into the woods.
Leaving the motel behind.
Behind us, I can hear the police cars skidding to a stop at the motel.
Desmond and I hurry away.
We go deeper and deeper into the forest.
And when we finally feel far away…
Desmond whispers to me.
Think we lost them?
Not for long.
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