“Mummy, why isn’t daddy home yet? It’s already nine p.m., he was supposed to watch Cinderella with me today.” My daughter whined.
I was getting worried too. Jake should have been home latest by 8, but whatever. Maybe he had a meeting or something. So acting like everything was okay, I turned to my whining daughter and sent her off to bed, ignoring her complaints. Where was Jake? Megan was right, he was supposed to be back to watch Cinderella, and Jake was a man who never forgot his promise. Not wanting to go to sleep yet in case Jake was in trouble, I slumped onto the sofa and stared at the door, counting the seconds.
“Mummy! Mummy!” Megan’s startled cry jarred me awake. How long had I been napping? A quick glance showed only a half over. That’s strange, I did not remember me falling asleep. ‘What is it, Megan?’ I dazedly asked, somehow not quite able to shake the sleep off me. ‘There’s a man in my room! Come quick, come quick!’ I could hear her frantic pounding on her bedroom door. ‘Don’t be silly, Megan. Your door is locked. I locked it. No one could have gotten in. Go to sleep.’ I mumbled. The pounding got more frantic, and slowly stopped. I could hear her slump onto her bed in defeat, and the tendrils of sleep pulled me under again, only to be woken up fifteen minutes later by the sound of the door being unlocked. Jake! He was home!
“Hello, darling. Sorry I was home late. Had this last minute call to attend to, let’s go to sleep, shall we?” He carried me upstairs to my bedroom door, ‘You smell different. Kind of like rusting iron. Was it a murder scene this time?’ I noted. “Yeah, some guy killed his friend. Life sucks when you are a detective.” He answered vaguely. “Sleep now, look at you you’re exhausted!” He exclaimed, kissed me on the lips and I soon fell asleep again.
The next morning when I woke, I saw a note saying that he let me sleep in and brought Megan to school already. Next to the note was a steaming pot of coffee. I stared questioningly at it. Neither Jake nor I drank coffee. Well maybe he made an exception today. When I stepped out of the house and headed to the car however, police turned up and stopped me. “what is going on?” I questioned. A gun was pointed at me. Soon, three others were as well.
“Mrs Hollin, you’re being arrested for the murder of husband Jake Hollin, body found in Beach Pier last night and the murder of daughter Megan Hollin, found outside her school this morning, each with multiple stab wounds to the neck.”
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Jack being late, he must have used carbon monoxide to let me sleep with no issues, the man in her room, the smell of rusting iron, the coffee being there to poison me, Jack leaving early. But if all were true, then who was the man in my bed last night?
My mental stability collapsed, and I was laughing, laughing because the world was too good sometimes. “Ma’am, everything alright? I need you to freeze. FREEZE!” But what they didn’t know was that there was a man, holding a knife, standing behind them, covered in blood.
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