Aaron, after a little struggle with his inner demon, took a step backward, giving the inspector space and a second chance to do the needful. “Walk away inspector. She will pay a visit to the station, once she is fully awake and sober.” He assured the inspector, who appeared to realize Aaron meant every single thing he said and would not mind throwing him off the premises without thinking twice.“I'll be back by noon tomorrow. I am certain she will be well rested and fully conscious to answer my questions and come with me to the station. Like I said earlier, I am just doing my job, Mr. Churchill.” The average height, tanned-skinned middle-aged man, walked away, finally, but his retreat did not signify defeat. He most certainly would be back.Aaron opened Helen's room, her peaceful face and light snores almost caused him to laugh, but the situation was dire and not one that required some form of comic relief. Helen slept soundly on the hospital bed, her worries temporarily thrown out t
After the poor outcome of the 100th anniversary of his ancestors who built up the business he exhumed and took control of, the paparazzi did not fail to twist the narrative in their favor.Therefore, leaving Aaron with little or no means to defend all their allegations. “The Churchill Dynasty In Ruins.” One of the numerous magazines read out.“I suggest damage control, sir.” Ariel chirped in. So much for absolute bed rest, Aaron had to forgo his earlier persuasion for her to stay home and rest. He needed as much help as he could get at the company and with Helen in a turmoil he had no control of, Ariel was the only viable option.“No, that won't quell their vile words Ariel, let them do what they do best, talk and make up stories without concrete proof, that is what they do,” Aaron stated the truth was they both knew, the paparazzi would grovel at anything and everything including dust and made up stories just to earn their keep.Anna had become a silent slithering snake in the house
Aaron, oblivious to the chilly night air and the snow that had to fall in light torrents, listened with rapt attention to what the inspector had to share. “So you are saying harmful objects were forced down his throat? This makes no sense, inspector.” Aaron, perplexed and utterly confused at how gruesome the young man had to die, wondered to himself why his body was dumped in his home.“Were you able to identify the body?” He asked the inspector who was on his second stick. The chilly night air is enough reason to puff out the chill. “Julian Sullivan, an Italian immigrant, twenty-eight years old and fresh out of college. He had a promising future,” it was too bad, to say the least, that he died an early death. Aaron helped himself to the cigarette that was offered to him earlier.He barely smoked, but the situation called for it. “Who do you think is the culprit, Mr. Suarez?” He was the inspector here and knew better how to fix the mystery puzzle. Suarez crushed his cigarette butt
Helen's ward was empty, but the side door in the foyer that was ajar meant she did not flee the scene out of fear of the unknown.Helen stood in the foyer, basking in the cold air that even caused Aaron to shiver. He picked out one of the rainbow-colored blankets and headed towards her direction. She shook a bit, oblivious to her environment, she failed to notice when he came in.“It's cold out here,” he expected her to move in sync with his hands on her shoulders, but Helen remained rooted to the ground, where she stood. “Why do I have to be the victim, facing different misfortunes at a time, it isn't fair.” Aaron had never seen her in such a state of devastation, he wanted to ease her of her burden, make it all go away, but Helen had become a fountain of pessimistic thoughts.“Look at me, I want you to remember that you always scathe through whatever situation you find yourself in. You've been different shades of optimistic vigor ever since I met you. Don't let something like this,
“I ordered Chinese food, what do you want on the menu?” Aaron slightly knocked on Helen's door as he spoke to her without invading her private space. She kept mute, not replying to his question. He tugged on his hair, ready to break the door open if she did not let him in.“Helen, I'm coming in.” He announced again, this time around, the door opened with a click. Helen looked disheveled, and underneath her eyes, had prominent eye bags. “I don't eat Chinese.” She finally responded to his question. That was one of the biggest fallacies she could come up with. Who didn't eat Chinese? “How about chicken and chips with a glass of cold beer?” He made a salutation sound in the air, but her dead-on stare still did not change.“I just need a good night's rest, Aaron. Let's talk tomorrow.” Before he could say anything, she shut the door back with a click. Aaron stood in front of the door, perplexed and disturbed by Helen's behavior. “I'll be right here whenever you need me.” He spoke into the
Aaron woke up with a throbbing headache and his head was placed on one of the cushion pillows on the hard floor. He tried to recall what had transpired in the early hours of the morning but came up blank. All he could recall was gushing out his heart to Anna. Fuck! He just did what he would not have done on a normal day.“Good morning.” The sing-song voice of Anna had him rising to his feet. Still blinded by the effect of the liquor, he held his throbbing head in his hand. The crackling sound of scrambled eggs and the fresh scent of coffee filled his nostrils. “You woke up quite early, I expected you to sleep straight into the afternoon. You are a light sleeper.” Anna bent down on the floor he was subjected to for the night and smiled…“ I made breakfast.” She whispered, in her smile-laced voice.It took Aaron a while to take cognizance of his environment and stand on his feet. “How did I get here?” He asked in blankness. He could barely remember a thing. “It took me a while, but I
“Gus, any news?” A call from Gus came in not too long after Helen exited the threshold. Aaron held onto the rail, hoping that Gus found some dirt on Lucas. His gut instinct told him that whatever occurred, behind closed doors, had Lucas's name boldly imprinted on it. But he needed enough proof to vindicate Helen.“Nothing so far, but, I asked around and found out Lucas returns to the quarters later than the others,” Gus reported, a hint of mystery in his voice. Aaron wanted to get to the bottom of this. So far, the media and their voluptuous appetite were yet to get a hold of the deets surrounding the arrival of the FBI and ambulance. But, a single sniff would send their senses on overdrive.“Follow him closely, Gus, I trust your intuition.” Aaron had to give Gus his well-deserved accolades. Gus was going to get to the bottom of the mystery that plagued the Churchill mansion. Aaron returned to the dining area and found Anna enjoying her meal. “I made a plate for two,” she offered A
"ew evidence has been found, Mr. Churchill.” Aaron listened with rapt attention to the newest development in the murder case of Julian Sullivan. Inspector Suarez continued in his grumpy voice, “His neck has lots of bite marks that show he either was bitten by a rabid dog or we have a wild human being on the loose.” Inspector Suarez informed Aaron, who found it difficult to believe such a gruesome death was meted out to an innocent fellow.“I need Helen to report to the station.” Inspector Suarez finally hit the nail on the head on why he called. Suarez had to perambulate for a while before saying his main reason for calling. Helen was needed back at the station, for further questioning. His heart went out to the lady who had to go through such a rigorous process. Suarez's gut instincts never lied, it had stuck with him all through his years of service and this time around, it pointed to Helen as a victim of circumstance.Helen kept her head high and shoulder higher as she walked in