Cathy unearthed Part 6 of 6 (Final)
Sergeant Donahue looked around the office and while the woman he had before him responded candidly to every personal question he could muster, and even though her alibi was irrefutable, he just could not get it out of his head that there was something sinister in her story.
Even when she was told, in confidence, that Brad’s throat was torn open by what might have been a wild animal, Cathy was nonplussed about his death.
She simply raised one eyebrow to say, “How weird!”
The sergeant so wished to search the place, removing anything that could be suspicious. However, dealing with a lawyer and not having a shred of evidence qualifying his suspicions…he decided not to push the issue.
“Sergeant”, “I am all so very sorry about Brad and all that, but I am tired and if there are no more questions, I would like to rest. It has been a long day”.
“And no, Sergeant, I do not need or want any protection!”
Sergeant Donahue rose and thanked her. As he was leaving, he said, “Since you were so close to Mr. Johnson, I would like you to come to the morgue tomorrow for identification of his body.”
“I think you best choose one of the other ladies. I am busy tomorrow…good night, Sergeant.”
He knew when not to press his luck and nodded his goodbye.
A chill ran down his spine as he crossed in front of that horrible painting on the wall.
It was as if the eyes were burning into his skull causing him to twist his head in circles to purge this high pitched sound squealing in his head.
Tension gripped his chest and he felt like he could scream.
Shaking his head he walked to his car and he and his partner drove off into the night.
Cathy went into the kitchen and when she came back she glanced at the painting noting that it was now missing the creature.
She seemed not at all surprised, nor even the least bit curious. She knew the creature had business to tend to this evening and then would return.
She had made some toast and tea, put the music on low, and dimmed the overhead lights.
The table-lamp provided just enough light for her to leaf through some court-papers.
She lay on the couch and within minutes drifted off to sleep.
An alarm buzzed her awake.
Lifting her head and following the sound, she fished an antique chronograph wedged in a crevice between cushions.
Filmy red patches covered part of the glass and some of the case.
She turned the watch over, smiling as she read the dedication.
Noticing the lateness of the hour she switched the TV on.
An abnormally skinny woman with a long nose was talking into a microphone in front of a yellow and black police-barrier tape. Flashing emergency lights alternately lit one side of her face blue; the other side red.
“The two police-officers were on a routine investigation when….”
The reporter said sources had told her that the two bodies were found just around the corner from the bus station, mangled, with throats torn open, though nothing had been confirmed officially.
The wind picked up her hair and made her look like a cockatoo.
“The police advise caution and are telling people to stay indoors until notified.”
Cathy lit an incense-stick and walked into the bathroom.
She rinsed her face before attending to the watch, then rubbed the inky-red residue into the water-stream.
Shaking it dry she slipped it on.
The back-door clicked open and then closed. Smiling knowingly, Cathy slipped out of her skirt, undid the buttons of her shirt and returned to sitting cross-legged on the couch to wait for him.
Closing her eyes, the jasmine incense wafted into the calm space in her mind.
*Characters in this story are purely fictional.
Life slips away from the body and trough the fingers mingling with blood to drip onto the dusty ground. In a day or so even the dark is trampled out of the stain.