‘And?’
‘ “Marriage. Doesn’t think he’s catering for his wife’s needs sexually. Symptoms: searches the internet for help tips and drugs to assist him”. Doctor Jacob diagnosed it as low self-esteem and social anxiety. I guess he was yet to decide the cure.’Inspector Charles said, ‘Why do most of the doctor’s patients only have marriage problems? You’d actually think that for a guy who tries to fix marriages, he’d keep his intact.’ The inspector laid his forehead on the desk. He was now facing the floor. ‘This can’t be the end, James.’James replied, ‘I’m sorry, sir but Jevez is the last file.’ He snapped it shut and laid it on top of the three-foot stack.‘Then what will we do, James? Where do we go from here? This snake has us in a whirlwind with our tails tucked between our legs.’ He began to bang his forehead slowly against the edg
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His eyes opened wide. He kicked the covers from his body and sprinted to the door. He peeked outside for about five seconds then closed the door, very silently. ‘Mother; where are you?’ he spoke into the phone as he scurried back towards the bed. His voice was hushed. ‘Everyone is looking for you. And by everyone I mean the police.’‘How have you been, son?’ she asked him. She sounded like she was in high spirits.He could feel her smile. Its warmth was radiating through the phone. He smiled too. ‘I’m fine, mother. Everything is fine this side but you…where are you? Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.’‘Do not worry about me, my boy. I’m fine, I’m seriously fine,’ she laughed as if in emphasis to her claim.‘Maybe now but definitely not for long,’ said Sineas. ‘The police are looking for you. You were on the news…’‘The new
Psych 63. DO'NT Trust Anyone
They finally disengaged.‘Now that you are out, what’s the next step?’ he asked her enthusiastically.She looked ominously ahead of her. Her cap was pulled down way too deep on her head almost covering her eyes. She answered, ‘I'm not sure yet. Maybe somewhere quiet like Madagascar…or Australia. Somewhere far from all this lunacy. Anywhere but here.’‘That’s a good idea,’ he said. ‘If the police ever get a scent of where you are then it’s over. They’ve already looked for you in Aunt Janice’s house.’She shook her head. ‘These boys must be serious. The jackasses want to lock me up in that hole for another eleven years even after I convinced the doctor that I’ve recovered. It’s still not enough for them. They just still want to keep me holed up in there, pumping drugs down my throat four times a day, everyday. Eighteen pills a day! And after my escape, they might
Psych 64. The Foyer and Bale Memorial (Part I)
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He continued, ‘I loved Miss Bale too. She was a good teacher with so many years ahead of her. May the heavens keep her safe.’ He waved conclusively towards the stands, then the families and headed back to his seat amidst heavy applause.‘This has been one hell of a memorial,’ Clarissa said to Sineas as they sat in the stands waiting for the principal to announce the next speaker. Everyone had delved into hushed conversation whilst the principal scoped a piece of paper in front of him.‘What do you mean?’ Sineas asked her.‘No one seemed to know a lot about Miss Bale. It’s making this event look a little one-sided.’‘Are you saying that no one knows anything about Miss Bale? The whore that slept all the way to her job? Miss Bale, who dresses worse than a ghetto hooker? Miss Bale, who…’‘Okay, okay, I get it, Sin,’ she said stopping him with a hand. She looked remorseful. &lsq
Psych 66. The Foyer and Bale Memorial (Part II)
‘I, uh…I never knew Justin. All I’ve ever heard about him is that he was a man of honour and promise and a man with a very bright future. And all I can say to that is…’ he looked up into the stands.Clarissa was still wearing that smile. She gave him another thumbs up.He turned back to the other eyes. The hundreds of executioners’ eyes. ‘…Yes…Yes he was,’ he continued. ‘Justin was a true sportsman. He was multitalented and was, in my opinion, the best student role model this school will ever know. He had plenty of scholarships in his pocket, awards in his closet, more than enough open doors but unfortunately, a sick and twisted person…or people, for their own unknown reasons, decided to cut Justin’s destiny short. I never knew Miss Bale that well either. But for the short time I was in her presence, she was able to bless me with her well advanced intellect and deep wisdom. I felt a sense of
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Psych 68. The Interrogation
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Psych 69. Alibi
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