A Murder Of Our Own (Inevitable Darkness)

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by Michael Thompson


  “You force me to sleep with you!”

  “I didn’t force you to do anything. Maybe I was everything your husband wasn’t. Maybe I was doing something that he wasn’t doing when he came home. Because even after the first time it became a routine with you.” Victor said pouring him a glass of bourbon. “But you know I’m not her for that. I want to know why your son is living with us now.”

  Evelyn laughed. “You think I just keep tabs on him.”

  “No, but I see that you completely destroyed his home. But the thing that I don’t know is why.”

  Evelyn scoffed. “But you were so close Colombo. Why don’t you know my reasons?”

  “Maybe because I don’t care for the reasons. I just wanted to let you know that I was in.”

  “In what?” She said confused.

  “Don’t play stupid with me. The only thing that you would get yourself in this much trouble for is something that you want and because I know you have a husband, you don’t want sex. But I can’t say that for sure. Even then you want something more.” Victor paused taking a sip. “You are being paid by someone.”

  “I’m not giving you a dime.” Evelyn said clinching her teeth. “And what can you, possibly do to me?”

  “I can report you to the authorities for tampering with the evidence of an active case, trespassing, and vandalism of your son’s apartment because, you see I’m not your son. I can get you.”

  “You get out of my house.” Evelyn said still with her teeth clinched. “Get out!” She said as her rage flared.

  Her husband walks into the living where they were standing.

  “Is there a problem here?” He said.

  “No problem at all. I was actually just getting leaving.” Victor finished his drink with one large gulp. “Thank you for having me here, Evelyn.” He left out of the house.

  “What was that about?” Her husband asked.

  “Nothing.” She said as walked away leaving him standing in the living room threshold.

  Christian was looking inside of his books reading sociology and psychology lessons that he had taken when he was in college. He tried to apply them to the case that he had still worked on. Kyra came down stairs and walked into the living room finishing up a conversation on her cell phone.

  “Have you seen Victor?” She asked.

  “He left without saying anything. I think he just went to the store.” Christian said with his eyes glued to the page of the book.

  “It’s unusual for him to leave without saying anything.” Kyra said hold her phone in hand.

  Her phone rang and she answered.

  “Where did you go?”

  “I just went out to go handle something. I will be home in five, okay.” Victor said like he was rushed off the phone.

  “Sure, okay.” She hung up and just held it.

  “Everything okay?” Christian asked.

  “Yeah.” She walked back upstairs and Christian went back to his book. He read on seeing anything he could use. His efforts were futile. They were decent notes but nothing that he could use in court. He decided that tomorrow he would go back down to the courthouse before the judge comes, to try to do some cramming on something, anything he could use.

  Victor came home, noticeably later than five minute. It was closing in on midnight while his call came in around quarter till nine. He walked up to the room to Kyra who he assumed was resting in bed, but instead sat on the edge of the bed restlessly awaiting for her husband to return home safe. He worried attitude turned to anger.

  “Where were you?”

  “I went to go take care of business.” Victor said defending himself.

  “Well, you said that a good three hours ago. You also said that you was going to be here in five minutes around that same time.”

  “I must have miscalculated the time.

  “By three hours?” Kyra asked.

  “Time flies.” Victor said going into the master bedroom’s bathroom.

  “That much time just don’t go by without somebody realizing it.”

  “Then I guess I was having a pretty good time not being here.” Victor said turning on the faucet.

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means it good to have a change. I have done nothing but sit in this house and take care of Lily all day and support you while you do your work. But god forbid that I go out the house without you accusing me of doing something shady.”

  “Accusing you?” Kyra said confused.

  “Please, don’t play stupid with me. What sane person calls someone else’s phone thirteen times?” Victor said trying to prove a point.

  “What type of person leave the house without a trace?” Kyra said countering his point.

  “A person that would think that the people surrounding him would use the phones we were blessed to have without going psychotic.”

  “Psychotic? How am I being psychotic? I have just been doing my job. You were call me psychotic when I was bring home money to keep us a float while you did nothing but sat on your ass.”

  “I was here taking care of all of the cleaning, and your daughter.”

  “You mean the daughter you helped create, because weren’t stopping to second thinking about using any protection then.” Kyra said. “And I am so sorry that my daughter was such a burden on you and your life, because we all know that feeding her food and changing diapers is so hard.”

  “I never said she was a burden.”

  “Well then what are you saying because all I heard was that the sit at home life you live is so hard that you need change when I go to work dealing with the actually psychos risking my life, but screw me because along as I’m bring home the bread, you are fine.”

  “Let’s both just calm down for a second.” Victor said as he walked over to Kyra to hug her.

  She knocked his hands to the side. “Why don’t you cool down here, I’m going out.”

  “Where are you going to go?” Victor said.

  “Somewhere that I will have a pretty good time and forget the time. And don’t bother calling my phone because I’m going to accidentally silent my phone.” She walked out the room and marched down the stairs. She opened up the front door with slight hesitation and then picked up her car keys and walked out into the night.

  She drove on not even thinking of the wreck before, her mind was to set on her anger agitated by her husband. She tapped her finger on the steering thinking of just going back and finishing what she started but then soon came to a conclusion that it wouldn’t resolve anything so instead she went to a place where she could forget.

  She traveled down to a bar and drank a few drink, often stare at by a few men. One of them approached her wearing a nice suit and tie. At first appearance, he would remind you of some businessman, way at the top of the corporal ladder but then again she was at a bar where identities are hidden.

  “Hi, what is a lovely woman like you doing at a bar alone?” He said. “Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?”

  “How did you know I was with someone?” Kyra asked bracing herself.

  “Because all the beautiful women are taken.” He said sitting next to her.

  “Thank you for the complement and all but I’m still a committed woman.” Kyra said fiddling with her ring.

  “I’m just trying to make small talk, I am to also commit even though sometimes they can be so insufferable.” He said taking a sip from his glass. “We have this…loss in communication and no matter how hard I try it’s like there is nothing. It’s like I’m not interesting to him anymore.”

  Kyra’s eyes widened as she caught on.

  “Don’t give up. It might get better.”

  “I won’t if you won’t.” He said.

  “What?” Kyra said.

  “What else would you be here for? Certainly not for fun. This is place you come where you think you have doubt that something is not going to last or possibly end.”

  “Is that’s why you are here?” Kyra said

>   “No, I was simply too lazy to make me myself a drink.”

  They both laughed enjoying each other’s company.

  “I won’t.” Kyra raised her glass. “Cheers to sticking around until you can’t take it anymore.”

  He rose his glass. “Cheers.” Their glasses clinked and they both to a sip.

  “What’s your name?” He said.

  “Kyra.” She said.

  “Kyle.” He said shaking her hand. “Kyle Clyde.”

  “Are you the one running for senate?”

  He laughed. “No but you are not the first person to ask that. That’s my father. He more into politics, I’m more of a monopoly person.”

  “Oh really.” Kyra spoke intrigued.

  “Clyde Pharmaceuticals Inc. We basically make all our money, making stuff that can be used in hospitals or drugs like medicine.”

  Kyra smiled and for a second it had seemed all of the anger went away and she thought that she met someone that made the world didn’t seem bad. Someone that was like an outlet for all the chaos she was facing.

  She came home around mid-night with a napkin in her hand that she stuffed in her pocket. She walked upstairs to see that Victor was asleep but she didn’t care she kicked off her shoes and got into bed and smiled thinking of the night and Kyle. She fell asleep.

  The next day, Kyra woke up to an empty bed. She didn’t ask any question because it was like she ceased to care. She kept thinking about the time she had last night. She was so free with Kyle reminded her when she was in college. She broke back into remembrance as she stepped down the stair and walked into the kitchen to Christian who was drink a cup of orange juice already dressed to go.

  “Good morning. It looked like you had a good time last night.” Christian said.

  “You know I did and that was the point. Just a little time for me to cut lose.”

  She pulled out the napkin staring at it.

  “What’s that?” Christian asked.

  “A number of a new friend. His name is Kyle.”

  “Kyra!” Christian said. “You know you can’t just go out and get numbers from random guys.”

  “Don’t worry.” Kyra said reassuringly. “I couldn’t do anything with him if I tried.”

  “Even then, you know this will cause conflict between you and Victor.”

  Kyra looked into spoke emotionlessly. “I really don’t care, because I when I care it was like I was doing too much. I was smothering him, but now, I’m going to give him a taste of his own medicine.”

  “Okay.” Christian stood to leave.

  “Where are you rushing off to?”

  “I have to go to the courthouse to do a little scavenger hunt. I will be back later.”

  “Okay. Good luck.” Kyra said he walked out the door.

  Christian made it to the courthouse. He had walked into the build to see that Judge Lynn was closing and locking to her chambers.

  “Judge Lynn. Why aren’t you preparing yourself for the court session?”

  She sighed. “I am dropping the case.”

  Christian stood shocked. What would give her a reason to drop the case unless…He found out quick that it was Brian’s wrongful doing that made this possible, otherwise she would have given in so easily.

  “You were right, I could be sure but now I can.”

  Brian rushed to the scene before Lynn left.

  “Is it true? Are you really dropping the case?” Brian asked.

  “Yes.” Lynn said turning preparing herself to walk away.

  “You can’t do that that would have us start back where we started.”

  “Well that sounds like a problem for you and I can do as I please. I could have you locked up and your license to be terminated but I am not got to waste my time and energy on trash like you.” She walked away.

  “What did you do?” Christian asked. “Do you realize what you did?”

  “I didn’t mean for it to end this way.”

  “Oh really. Then why did you start it in the first place.” Christian left Brian standing staring into the space where they both once stood.

  “The court has just report that Judge Lynn has dropped the case of Connor Davenport, suspected murderer of his girlfriend Lisa Balmore. Some say it’s due to an inside scandal between her and the counsel men of the case but it unsure what has force her to back down from the gavel and sit watching the case unravel from the very beginning.” The new reported said.

  “How does the family of Lisa’s family feel about having to wait long for an answer?” The new anchor.

  “The family is absolutely devastated but they are willing to wait as long as it takes, as long someone is put away for their loved ones death.”

  Evelyn watched as Brian came barging in.

  She stood as she was charged at. Brian wrapped his hand around her neck and slammed her against the wall.

  “You ruined everything. I had a plan and you screwed with it. Now I have to start back where I started because you would just leave it alone.”

  Evelyn choked on the little air she could get.

  “Once this is all over, I am taking my share of the money and you are to leave me the hell alone.”

  “You can’t get anything if I’m dead.” Evelyn said as she still struggled to breathe.

  Brian released his grip and Evelyn fell to the ground. Brian stormed out and got back into his car sped away.

  Victor had made a visit to the morgue and went to talk to the county’s coroner.

  “Victor, what are you doing here?” The coroner said.

  “I think you know why I’m here, Gerald. I need you to do me that favor.” Victor said coming from the shadowed background.

  “I can’t do that Victor. I could lose my job.”

  “But you can gain more.” Victor said as he handed him a note with a number scribble across it.

  “What is this?” Gerald said.

  “That’s what you are in for. That’s how much I am willing to pay you if you have an accident with the autopsy report.”

  “You know I can’t just have an accident with that. No amount of money will make me do your dirty work.”

  “Oh… Okay.” Victor said as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a gun and drew back the hammer. “Hopefully your life being threatened would make you change your mind.”

  Gerald turned around slowly to see they gun that was in his face.

  “What is it that you are hiding?” Gerald asked. “I don’t understand your obsession with this case.”

  Gerald thought to himself. He thought of what was inside of the file and then it popped into his head.

  “You think you are him.” Gerald said. He broke into laughter. “What would your wife think if she found out?”

  Victor mocked his laughter. He fired one grazing his arm. “You are going to give me the file so I can destroy what I need.” He walked over and forceful turned Gerald’s head so that he was looking into his eyes. “Now tell me where the file is before I lose my temper and the next time I shoot I won’t miss.”

  “It’s in the file cabinet. It’s under L68.”

  Victor jump onto his feet running to the cabinet that was locked. He grabbed the key that was on the examination table and unlocked the cabinet grabbing the file and then grabbing Gerald by his collar.

  “Now, I need you to rewrite the file leaving out the part you know I want you to leave out.”

  “You shot me in my writing arm.” Gerald said looking at him.

  Victor cocked back the firing hammer again with intention of caring. Gerald grabbed his pen left and began to write and copy, sloppily, what he was told. As he finish him dropping his pen and began grasping his wounded arm again and victor grabbed the old report placing the new one in the file and left.

  Victor stood watching the fire dance in his fireplace at home. He looked at a brown paper bag. He went to grab it but was intercepted when he realized that Kyra had walked into the living room.

  “Hey, where have you bee
n?” Kyra asked.

  “Just out.” Victor answered.

  “Oh.” Kyra said nonchalantly. She had no more questions to ask so she decided to leave only to be stopped by Victor.

  “Wait…” Victor said. “I’m sorry… for the way I was acting earlier. I should have told you where I was going with our daughter and I didn’t mean to make it seem like she was a burden that you brought to me. I love her, and I love you.”

  “I love you too.” Kyra said hugging him before departing to her room.

  As he heard her door close he grabbed the brown paper bag and opened it. He pulled out the contents and threw them into the fire without hesitation. One was the report from earlier and the other one was a pregnancy test that was marked positive.

  Chapte r XII

  Christian was still stumped on the riddle left behind and thought he could use it to his advantage, since he had to start from the beginning of the scavenger hunt. Judge Lynn really hasn’t come from her reclusion ever since the scandal was the talk of the city. There was rumors that she was trying to make sure that Connor was locked up. One side says he is guilty and Lynn was right, and the other says he is innocent but no one can prove either. All the town could do was wait.

  Christian stared at the paper constantly, trying to decode some hidden message.

  “Have a wide eye and stop looking into a microscope.” H repeated aloud. He thought about it and then he broke the message apart. Microscopes are used for looking at small object not seen with the naked eye and to have a wide eyes is to see larger things. He knew what the message meant all along but just didn’t know what he was supposed to be looking for, who was he supposed to look for. Then he looked at picture of Victor.

  “His behavior lately made him susceptible to a number of thing but not murder,” Christian thought. “But he is closer than anyone else, to a more literal an extent.”

  Kyra rode with Victor after to going out getting coffee at their usual café. They have been enjoying each other company ever since Victor’s apology. Kyra like the “new” Victor. She looked out her car window smiling.

  “It was nice. Today was.” Victor said breaking the silence.

  “Yes it was.” Kyra said glancing over at Victor and then facing back out the window. “What made you think to take me out today?”

 

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