I suspected I knew where the story was headed when I first started. In that lonely elevator, but at the time I did not have a firm handle on my character. Now I do. When I do the rewrite, I’ll cast Nick as the overly possessive, extremely jealous type who happens to be rich. An untouchable character who believes the legal system is powerless against him. Who discovers in the end that some legal systems exist beyond the mortal plane.
Next week we’ll start a new story. I’ll share the roll of the dice at that time. Anyone who wants to participate is welcome, I’d be delighted to see what you come up with. Without further adieu I give you, the conclusion of,
Third Times a Charm
After being cuffed and stuffed into the back seat of a patrol car Nick was taken downtown and left alone in one of the interrogation rooms. He called his lawyer from the patrol room and was waiting for his arrival. No one had told him what was going on and his thoughts were a whirlwind of questions spinning endlessly around one another.
The wall opposite from where he sat was a mirror that he knew from past experience hid several detectives who could watch his every move while they remained undetected. Inside he was seething at the injustice he felt at what was going on yet outwardly he remained silent, his hand folded before him, his unwavering gaze fixed on the mirror. He knew it wasn’t doing him much good to act as he was, but what else was there for him to do?
Detective Martin stepped through the door, closing it behind him before he crossed to the only other seat directly across from Nick.
“Would you mind telling me why I’m here?”
Detective Martin settled into his seat without a word, opened a manila folder, and slid several photos across the table to him.
Nick was shocked by what the photos contained. Denise lay face down on the kitchen floor, a pool of blood around her body, the handle of his butcher’s knife protruding from the center of her back.
“I didn’t do that,” Nick said.
Detective Martin slammed the table with his open hand. “Bullshit. Your fingerprints are on handle of the knife. You were seen rushing from the apartment shortly before she was found by your neighbor. I have numerous witnesses who place you at the scene of the crime when it occurred.”
“But it wasn’t me.”
“Then who was it?”
Nick almost said his dead wife’s name but stopped at the last moment. “I don’t know,” he answered instead.
Detective Martin scowled at the knock at the door. “Come in.”
“His lawyer’s here.” Someone at the door said as Nick’s lawyer stepped into the room.
“Don’t say another word Mr. Morton, we’ll take care of this. Were you questioning my client without me being present?” Nick’s lawyer turned on Detective Martin.
“We were just chatting, passing the time until you arrived.”
“I see,” Nick’s lawyer glanced at the photos on the table, “I do hope you read him his rights.”
“Crossing my t’s and dotting my I’s is all part of the job.”
“Come along, Mr. Morton, let’s get you out of here.”
“Now wait one minute, your client is the prime suspect in a woman’s murder.”
“And I’ve already spoken to Judge Timmons who had released Mr. Morton to my custody, now if there’s nothing else?” Nick’s Lawyer motioned to the handcuffs holding Nick.
Detective Martin shook his head as he released the handcuffs binding Nick to the table. “Don’t leave town.”
“Or course not detective, now if you’ll excuse us,” Nick’s lawyer led him from the room.
His lawyer had agreed to wait in his car while Nick ran up to retrieve a few things. The officer on duty had been informed of his arrival and was waiting for him. In the elevator car Nick watched the screen indicating the floor when he realized it had gotten so cold he could see his breath. He was rubbing his hands together when he became aware of a presence behind him. A chilled hand rested on his shoulder as an icy breath enveloped his ear.
“Third times a charm,” Mona whispered behind him as a cold blade slid between his third and forth rib and his earthly worries came to an end.