“Remember, ladies and gentlemen: this is not your typical perp. She has the ability to do almost magical things, including making you disappear. Now, I want some of you to stay here.” He pointed to five of the junior patrol officers. “I want one of you at each of the entrances to this building. Her pointed to four more officers. “You three come with me. We’re going to go up to the sixth floor, room 618, where her residence is, and try to talk to her, and see if she’ll cooperate.”
All the officers who were to stay on the ground outside the building situated themselves in their respective positions. Sergeant Chambers, and his three aides walked into the building, took the elevator to the sixth floor, and knocked on the door of room 618.
The door opened a couple of moments later, and a yawning Evie answered it.
“Pardon the intrusion, ma’am, but we have reason to believe you have a roommate who is of South Asian descent, and she is a person of interest in our investigation.”
Poisonous answered, “Don’t worry Evie. I’ll handle this.”
“Okay,” said Evie with a worried look. “I’ll be praying for you.” Evie walked away, and went back to her bedroom.
“I’m fully aware the District of Columbia police department is looking for me in association with many crimes in the last few months. I understand, and I am behind them. Tell Chief Haywood that I would like to talk with her, Agent Hightower and Attorney Dwight Ordman. I’ll turn myself in then. Right now, I must sort out some issues in my life. I hope you understand, Sergeant Chambers.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, but we need you to come to Headquarters right away. If you cooperate, the consequences will get no worse.”
“I understand, Sergeant, but as I said, I will talk with your boss, the agent, and the lawyer later. Please don’t make me resort to having all of your officers and yourself being washed of any memory of me. I would really hate to see you and your loved ones relationships go down the tubes, but mark my words: I can make that happen. So, please; call your boss, and tell her I’d like to arrange a meeting with the three persons who are heading my investigation. Is that reasonable?”
Her look, even though she had been greatly humbled the day before, meant business, which did not escape his notice.
“I’ll call her and relay your message, but you had better show up, or the whole Police Force will be after you, magic or no magic. Am I understood?”
“I understand. I’m a person of my word, Sergeant. Now please excuse me. I’ve personal business to attend to.”
“Very well, ma’am. We’ll be on our way.”
Poisonous had to see Snakebite. The conviction in her heart so weighed her down, that it was all she could do not to break down and cry again. The Light had been made clear to her, and she finally understood and dared to feel hope. In her deepest tender heart, she was finally willing to listen to the Truth, and the Creator of that Truth had replaced the blackness of all the hatred and anger she had felt for many centuries.
“Evie. I need to spend some time with Snakebite. He and I need to come to terms with what we are going to do next. I know I must pay for my crimes, and I’m willing to do that. But I want to say goodbye to my friend.”
“I understand, honey,” said Evie, whose gentle look, which heretofore had made her upset, now comforted her.
“Evie,” she said, as her eyes glassed over, “do you love me?”
“Yes, Poisonous. I love you and always have.” Evie’s gentle arms held her in a warm hug.
“I love you too, Evie. My angry eyes have been opened, and I’m no longer afraid of true love, which I now realize is an act of service for the good of another.”
“Go to your friend, Snakebite, and work out your plans. I’ll always be praying for you,” said Evie.
The crispness of the early Autumn air pushed cold through the early morning, brushed up against her coat, and batted her about. In human form, she felt the effects that didn’t bother her as a dark angel. Right now, her thoughts were elsewhere, and the chill of the day just blew past her thoughts.
She got off the Metro train at DuPont Circle, and walked with determination towards Snakebite’s apartment. Arriving at his door, she knocked gently, and moments later, was met by the friend she loved.
“Hi, Snakey. May I come in?”
“Of course,” Snakebite answered.
Settled on the couch, she said, “Honey, I love you; completely, and I’m now not ashamed to say the words out loud. But I must atone for all the evil I’ve done, and turn myself in.”
“You realize that you will probably spend the rest of your human life in jail.”
“Yes, but you and I both know it’s the right thing to do.”
“I understand, but I honestly can’t say I like the idea.”
“I know, but I must do what’s right. If I do end up in jail, will you at least come visit me?”
“You know I will. I’d rather see you when you are behind bars, than not see you at all.”
She said no more, but tenderly kissed Snakebite.
“Goodbye, my love.”
* * *
Like a dark cloud of black smoke, the seven spirits of murder flew down into the alley and found the very human they looked for. He was tall, marked with a pocked face, and pyorrhea-laden gums.
The leader of the squad looked at the man, eyes blazing with suggestion, and said, “Say yes.”
“Yes,” said the unwitting resident of the streets.
