Slowly putting his hands down and reaching for the inside of his jacket, Sean shook his head and warned him against it.
“Are you sure you want to be making such moves considering I have a gun pointed at you right now?” he asked.
Seemingly unperturbed and wearing an eerie smile, the young man responded, “You will want to see what I have”.
Unsure of whether to trust him or not, Sean reluctantly agreed and permitted him the opportunity to take out whatever he had on the inside of his jacket. Staring at the green jacket and remaining cautious of whatever was coming out of there, he eyed the young man and held his gun in perfect shooting range.
Gently taking out a brown bloodied file and holding it out for Sean to see, he explained, “This might just be what you need to nail whoever killed the Captain because I have the feeling they might have killed the police lady everyone’s been talking about on the news too”.
Shocked and unable to keep his emotions in check, his widened eyes continue to widen and his nostril flare as he leaned closer and asked, “Luke is dead?”
The intruder seemed perplexed but couldn’t make any snide remarks considering his current position.
“It is all over the news and the internet… where have you been living these past days?” he sounded smug.
Pacing around frantically and shaking his head, Sean muttered, ‘Luke cannot be dead… what the fuck is going on… Luke cannot be dead”.
“I’m sorry but someone snuck into his home and killed him… they found his body mutilated in a bizarre way the following morning and it is why I came to see you”, the young man explained at length. “You have to believe me”.
Sean figured he would get details on the information later in the day but firstly, he still had to deal with why the man before him had broken into his house. He obviously didn’t seem to be any form of threat but looks could be deceiving while he also pondered on what level of confidence the young man must have swirling inside of him to attempt what he had done.
Still somewhat reluctant but thawed in cautiousness, Sean asked, “What’s your name?”
“My real name is Alexander Reynolds”, he replied. “You can call me Alex”.
Sean nodded, “Okay Alex… I can see blood all over that file but what exactly am I meant to be looking at?”
Alex chuckled briefly and reached for the inside of the file before halting as Sean held up his gun once again. “Calm down… I came to help okay?”
Sean motioned for him to slowly retrieve the items within the file and he did in obedience. Taking out pictured from within the file and heading to the kitchen table so he could lay them out in good spread, Alex shot Sean some quizzical glance before finally laying them all to rest. The pictures in total of ten were without doubt stunning to see and even more, disturbing to view without having a heavy heart.
“Where did you get these?” Sean asked without looking away from them.
Alex held back in response for a while before finally speaking upon noting the angry look on Sean’s face. “The Captain paid me to follow Susan around for some weeks before she disappeared… he feared she might have been cheating on him with some dude but I never figured it out”.
Silent and slowly perusing the content of the pictures, from those of Sarah walking in the park late at night to others of her walking into exotic night clubs and bars dressed in stunning and ridiculously revealing dresses.
“At first I thought she was a hooker you know… seeing that’s how she would dress on her night outings”, Alex explained further. “He would ask me to make sure I follow her and get enough pictures but I needed to know what I was getting myself into and also some insurance”.
Sean ran his finger along an image of Luke and Susan sharing a passionate kiss in his bedroom with the picture obviously taken while Alex stood outside their window.
“I didn’t really count anything into it until I saw her picture on the television that she was found with those dead bodies in the swamp and that all the women were hookers except Susan who is a police officer”, Alex continued.
Sean remained silent and continued to pour his thoughts into deciphering what exactly it was that he was staring at. His wife looked no different from the red district prostitutes in every picture taken asides the ones she was snuggled up to Luke in bed or where they were out dining. The images made his heart sink and his stomach churn in pain.
Holding back his emotions as best as he could, he spoke without looking at Alex, “Why me?”
Alex drew closer, having not heard the man’s question.
“Why did you decide to show me this and not take it to the police instead?” he asked in better tenses.
Taking in deep breaths and sighing out loud, Alex shrugged, “I was meant to hand over the images I took of you through your investigation into Susan’s death to the Captain but on getting to his house that night… “.
Sean turned to him with bitter red eyes. His clenched fists indicated he was furious but still managing to maintain his emotions.
“What happened?” he asked, hoping Alex would spill and not make him yell.
Alex sighed again and continued. “I saw a man walk out the back door, which is where I go through because the Captain never wants me getting seen due to the nature of my job”.
Sean nodded and helped himself gain some support by leaning against the kitchen table.
“This dude walks out the back door looking all suspicious and gets into a black Sedan parked just
