I'm not a detective - Is Sport Murder? Part 4

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The next day Linda got an e-mail from the studio. It simply stated, that due to the latest problems with machines it would have to stay closed until further notice. Member would be informed, as to progress and when the studio would re-open. There would be a reimbursement of fees, should the studio be closed for more than a month. Administration could be reached via e-mail and tlephone. Still, it would be considered kind, if members would not call and ask for more information, as there couldn't be given any more just yet.

She had hardly finished reading, when the phone rang . Rhea a friend who went to the same studio, albeit at other times than Linda, wanted to know all about the incident on the treadmill and otherwise just gossip about the latest happening in the "turture-chambers", as they both called them. So they had a "nice coze", as Jane Austen would have called it.

Just before they finished, Rhea asked:"Who was it, that told Lyle about it, you said?" "Lyle thought, it was someone called Thorben. You know, the creepy guy, who used to come with his girlfriend. Looks as if he just got off his Harley right off Route 66. Hardcore biker, weird blondized beard, dangerous scowl." "Oh, that one. Why does his woman come no moere?" "She's pregnant, someone said." "Well, Thoren will be happy then" Somehow Linda doubted that, since it was Seans b aby, sh e was havining, not Thorbens. "I wonder, Thorben still goes to the studio then," Rhea mused "or did they split long ago?" "I think, they split about 6 months before she got at it with Sean."

They hung off then and the niggling thoughts came back to Linda. Something to do with Thoren....

What was wrong about it? Well, maybe just the fact, that Thhorben entered a bookstore of his own accord. He didn't strike her as an avid read. "And that", she told herself, "is downright snobbish. What do you know about him or bikers in general? He's probably just as astonished to see you in the studio."

Anyhow, she had to get dinner ready and prepare the kids sports bags for the afternoon, so she did.

The niggling thought was pushed into the background, where it stubbornly remained and kept niggling.