Morrie stared at him with rage. She struggled to set herself free. Once again, it was to no avail. She was full rage. “I do not care what Melanie did to you. You killed the mother of a child. Not only did you do that, you also framed your friend!”“I didn’t mean to drag George into this. He was the only way to distract the police.”“So those letters in his house were fake?”He shook his head. “They weren’t. He wrote those letters himself, but never sent it. As for the broken necklace, I planted it in his drawer. I knew you would doubt him and search his home. As for the diary, I ripped out the page that had my name in it.”“When did you do all this? You didn’t know he will confess loving Melanie, did you?”“I didn’t,” Neil shook his head. “But the night he did, I knew it wasn’t chance to frame him. I dropped him at his home and came back in the dead of the night to break in.”“You broke into his house?!”“How else could I have planted the broken necklace? It was my only way.” Morrie
“She isn’t home!” The sergeant told Neil as he knocked on Morrie’s door the tenth time. Neil already knew she wasn’t home. He got back into his rented car and asked the sergeant to get in. “Perhaps she went to see a friend. Let us see her some other time.”The sergeant didn’t look satisfied. “Can I suggest something?” He asked. Neil raised his brows. What’s the man doing? “We should ask her neighbors if they’ve seen her. That should help.”Neil shook his head. “No need for that. It is prying. We shouldn’t be prying.” “The CO said she sent a danger signal also. We shouldn’t be too relaxed.”Neil hated the insistence.“Are you teaching me my job?”“The CO will be angry with us if we come with no tangible news. Knocking on her door and leaving is not a good start.”Neil frowned at the sergeant. The sergeant was smarter than he thought. He was becoming a nuisance. One of Morrie’s neighbors stepped out and the sergeant went to her. Neil joined them with a carefree look.“Hello, ma’am,”
Detective Ronald (Third Person POV)Detective Ronald fidgeted with the watch in his office as his men brought in more boxes they found at Neil’s home. His visit was unexpected. He did that on purpose. He was once a secret agent during his younger days. So he knew what he was doing. When he heard of Neil’s closeness to Morrie and George, he thought of him as a first suspect. Not that Neil did something wrong or caused him to doubt. But the guy’s convenient way of getting away with cases, shocked him. Why haven’t they found Morrie’s stalker yet? Why was Neil conveniently slacking instead of searching for Morrie? It made no sense to him. Finding Morrie’s smartwatch at his home only made things worse. It barely made his doubt any better. “Open those boxes and tell me what is in there. Remember to use the gloves.”His men nodded and they began to bring out some old dusty items. The CO rushed in with disbelief. “How are you here so fast?” He asked.“We’ve got a case on our hands, sir,” R
Tears flooded Neil’s eyes. Once again, there was no response. He heard the sound of sirens coming from a distance which scared him. Without hesitation, he ran out of the building and escaped into the forest. He could barely think straight anymore. His phone buzzed and he checked who it was. It was the CO. Neil wasn’t sure if to answer the call or not. When he did, the CO sounded normal.“Where are you Neil? The new detective is here.”Neil wasn’t surprised. That was why there was so much going on. This new detective was too good. How did he figure him out so quickly?Neil hung up the call and removed his SIM card. He broke it into two and tossed it aside before slipping his phone into his pocket. He needed to get a new SIM card. He couldn’t risk being traced.He was lucky to find Fynn at the bar looking like he just saw a ghost. His nice blue shirt was moist with sweat. The weather wasn’t even that hot.“Are you fine?” Fynn asked.“Do you have a sim you aren’t using anymore ?” he asked
Neil didn't expect to be cornered by the police like that. In fact, he knew he crossed the line by coming back home anyway. This new detective was trouble and he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for it. Neil gazed around his room, thinking of a plan. He stroked his beard with a stern look, until his eyes fell on his window panes. He gasped with a smile. “Yes! Of course! The window!”Without hesitation, he jumped out of his window and scurried out of the compound, trying to make the least noise. “He isn’t here,” he heard the detective tell his mother with his thick British accent. “He was here a few minutes ago. I promise,” his mum was too naive to understand what was happening. Neil threw one last look at his home before blending with the citizens. In the forest, his mind wasn’t at peace. He thought of the mail that was sent to him and why it was sent. At that moment, he was stranded and needed all the help he could get. But how was he sure he could trust the sender of the mail? Wha
Neil narrowly escaped into the forest, back to his little home which ought to be his point of abode. How wrong he was! In less than thirty minutes, the police flooded the forest trying to comb the entire woods. Neil knew for sure that he was in trouble. The forest wasn’t safe for him anymore. He snuck his way out of the forest and made his way back to the highway, where he walked aimlessly. He had nowhere to go, or who to meet up with. He couldn’t flee the state either. After an hour of walking, he slept in a closed alley, with a few homeless people who didn’t know what was going on. “Do you want some bread?” One asked, offering him moldy bread. It was a woman with a child whose body was full of blisters. “Sure,” Neil accepted it nicely and stared at the young girl. The girl looked like she was in pain and needed help. “You should take your daughter to the pharmacy.”He told the lady, looking concerned. “We do not have the money for that. Please mind your business. I didn’t give yo
Neil was still unable to believe what he saw. Morrie stepped out of the car looking healthy, except for her bandaged head. Her blue eyes shone under the sun as she made her way past the police and stood beside detective Ronald holding a document. “It’s fine, CO. He didn’t push me. I slipped. This case is more about Melanie, than me.” Morrie said, showing them the document she held. Detective Ronald arched his brows. “I thought you were warned to stay indoors,” he whispered to Morrie in anger. “I am okay now. The hit wasn’t that bad. The doctor told you herself, right?” She drew herself from him and turned to the rest of the police force. “I have here a medical report of Neil Schoenfeld. While receiving my treatment because of the fall, I was lucky enough to meet Neil's therapist which I am sure neither of you knows he has. Neil is sick. He suffers from a borderline personality disorder, which is why he cannot bear reliving the same hurt. He kidnapped me because he thought I was go
Outside the court, Neil gave George an apologetic look, but what was the use for that? The guy already spent one month in jail for no reason. Their relationship would never be the same anymore. At least, George was sure of that. During the trial, different accusations were raised against Neil; Break ins, threats, murder, stalking and many others. Neil could swear that many weren’t the case but there was nothing he could do about them. They refused to let him defend himself. He stared at Melanie’s family. The poor mother wanted justice, that was all. After all, they all saw him threaten her with a knife while he used her as bait. “I can assure you my Lord that this man is not insane. He is as normal as every other sane criminal trying to cover up for his crimes.” Mrs Hopper’s lawyer insisted with so much certainty. “If he isn’t normal as his lawyer claims, his mother would have sent him to a psychiatric hospital a long time ago.”“Objection my lord!” Neil’s lawyer stood up in defense.