Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Chapter 3

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…

The sound is a brain numbing distraction, her pen bounces off the desk in rapid succession.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…

The sudden thwack of his palm slamming her pen to the table makes her jump. She looks up with wide eyes staring at him as if he grew a third eye. “What the hells, Hector?”

“I’m trying to get your attention. I called your name five times.” Hector searches her face. “Are you okay?”

Elissa pulls her pen from under his hand, jabbing him with the point to move him off her paperwork leaving a blue dot. “I was until you scared about 5 years off my life.”

He pulls his hand away and smirks at her before taking a seat at his desk. “How did it go with the Hamilton’s lawyer?”

“Exactly how you’d expect it to.” Elissa scribbles big circles on the paper, “I’m missing something. I don’t know what it is but I’m missing something… somewhere.”

“Labs aren’t in yet, we could be wrong, this could have been an accident.” He shrugs when she smirks at him. “It could be a huge conspiracy but for the life of me I can’t imagine why. Sure Hamilton is a big name in Sunset Valley but I doubt the rest of world gives a rat’s ass about him.”

“His last call was to the station, he was going to take the train. Kind of sweet if you think about it… a private box car for a long journey on the train to a romantic retreat…” She steals a glance at Hector and closes her eyes tightly. “Hector?”

“Yes?” He’s frowning now, noting her reluctance to speak.


The door flew open as if someone was expected, yet the disappointment on Evangeline Fredericko’s face clearly expressed that Elissa wasn’t who she wanted to see. Her eager smile turned to contempt and loathing, while her full lips curled into a sneer. “He doesn’t live here.” Evangeline’s words were cold and full of disdain. She folded her arms defensively across her ample bosom, thrusting her hip to the side as she shifted her weight.

“I know.” Elissa didn’t seem to be put out, stood her ground against the open hostility thrust at her. “I’m here to speak with you.” She flashed her badge and announced her intention, “I’ve come to ask you a few questions. We can do this here or you I can take you downtown in handcuffs. Your choice.”

Evangeline’s soft brown eyes narrowed and hardened. “You wouldn’t-”

Elissa flipped her identification back into her pocket and just as quick pulled her handcuffs. “Care to test me?”

With a huff, she walked away from the door, left it ajar as an unspoken invitation for Elissa to follow. Evangeline walked to the kitchen and grabbed her drink off the counter, purposefully not offering one to Elissa before she sat down at the kitchen table. “What do you want?”

“What is your current relationship with Peter Hamilton?” Elissa leaned back against the counter. Her face was without expression even though her insides were a coil of nerves anticipating Evangeline’s response.


“I spoke with the woman Peter Hamilton was allegedly going to Hidden Springs with…” She gives him a strange look and he shakes his head slowly not understanding or not wanting to understand. “I was looking at the numbers on his cellphone specifically at the ones the day before and the day of his death.”

Hector’s eyes widen a fraction but his face stays neutral. His body stiffens as if he were punched in the gut. “Eva’s still with him?”

“She was… still… yes.” Elissa bites her lip when he flinches. “I’m sorry.”

Hector tears his gaze from her and shrugs a shoulder. He looks at something, nothing, anything, but at Elissa. “Yes well, she’s an ex for a reason…” His voice is forced and unsure. He takes a deep breath running his fingers through his hair collecting his thoughts and reining them in. “So what did she have to say?”

Elissa takes a page from Hector’s book by turning her attention to her notes rather than looking at him. “Evangeline claims Peter Hamilton called her Thursday evening to set up a get away for the two of them. The details and location were to be a surprise.” Elissa skips past the more intimate details and description given to her by Evangeline. Her cheeks warm in a furious blush at the memory of her words, the tone of her voice and the contempt on her face. Evangeline claimed her directions were to drop everything and be ready to go, that she ‘won’t need clothes seeing how they won’t be leaving the bed’.

That is more than Hector needs to hear at the moment. Staring blankly at the notepad Elissa straightens her back, strengthening her resolve. He needs her and she needs to be here for him. “I really am sorry, Hector.”

“We’re past this. It is all history. Life moves on and I need to move on, too.” The legs of the chair scrape along the tiles as Hector pushes away from his desk shooting a glance at Elissa. He hesitates for a moment when their eyes meet and he isn’t sure what hurts more: his ex-wife is Peter Hamilton’s mistress, or his ex-girlfriend moving on, finding a man who can give her what he can’t.

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CeeCee said...

Whoa! Intense much?

Her current (almost fiance) and his ex-wife are both involved in Hamilton's life?

Is there anyone who is NOT a suspect?


Anjel76 said...

Why am I not surprised that the two partners were once an item?