This is the eleventh part in a series, so if you have not already done so, you might want to read Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, and Part X before continuing.
On her next day off, Brittney made her way back to the Kelper household. This time she parked her car around the corner and made sure to arrive mid-morning. Not only did that mean she was sure the house was empty, but it also meant most of the neighbors would have left for work, or would be too busy with their daily tasks to notice a strange woman letting herself in the Kelper’s front door. Even if someone did notice, Brittney had a key, which she was fairly certain meant no one would question her right to be there.
Brittney held her breath as she opened the front door, hoping there wasn’t an alarm, but she heard nothing and saw no keypad, so she released the breath she had been holding. What kind of an idiot didn’t use even a basic security system?
With that concern laid to rest, along with the knowledge that no one would be home for hours, Brittney took her time exploring the house. She looked through the pile of mail on the front table, mostly bills and direct mail campaigns from various charities.
Then she moved to the living room, glancing over the titles of the DVDs and video games that were all piled near the TV. She even turned on the TV and opened their DVR to see what shows they watched.
The dining room was nice, but held nothing of interest for her.
The kitchen looked clean, but like it was used regularly, and Brittney took note of the cookbook titles on a rack up against the back wall.
Brittney found the office where she had seen Mr. Kelper on his computer the other night. The computer was nowhere to be found now (he had probably taken it back to the office with him), and the room itself didn’t hold much interest or information for her.
Making her way upstairs, she found the bathroom and went through the medicine closet, but didn’t find anything other than the usual band-aids and over-the-counter cough syrup and allergy medicines.
Knowing where Mr. and Mrs. Kelper spent the night, Brittney deliberately put off exploring that room and went into their son’s room first. She found a smelly room with dirty clothes and homework strewn about and posters of various rock bands plastered all over the walls. Your typical teenage boy’s room.
Finally, she moved on to Mr. and Mrs. Kelper’s bedroom. She glanced over the dressing table with a jewelry box, make-up jars, and bottles of perfume, but she didn’t spend much time there. Instead, she lingered over the dresser. She pulled out drawers and spent several minutes, just gazing at the clothes, the way they were neatly folded and arranged, then gently pushed them back in before moving onto the next drawer.
At the bottom drawer, she got an idea. She took out the business card Mr. Kelper had given her, which she still kept in her pocket, and placed it on top of one of his sweaters before pushing the drawer back in, and making her way out of the house, careful to lock the door behind her.
To be continued…