-The lightning is far enough away that the storm seems calm, but that doesn't stop the infrequent distant flashes of greyish-purple streaks from backlighting the large estate building ominously as I approach the driveway. On a brighter day one might understand a little more easily the appeal of the large property hidden amongst the land outside the city. However, tonight the green of the trees and hills is negated, and the dark night seems to paint the surroundings a little more appropriately for tonight's meeting.
This far from the rest of the city it is easy to empathize with the curious widow's laments of her neglect and solitude. If she was feeling that way before the loss, it must be worse now that her husband is gone. Unless, of course, his absence is her doing, and the stories of loneliness are just meant to disguise the relaxation she feels now that he is out of the picture.
More than just the weather has me on my guard tonight, as my car comes to a stop on the paved brick outside her front door. The wife is still a top suspect on the case, and her constant calls and eagerness to know all details at all time don't help stave off suspicion. Unfortunately, unusual behavior can be both a sign of guilt or a sign of grief. Tonight she invited me over because she wants details of the case, and I agreed to visit since I want a better read on her. The goal tonight is to get what I want, while only giving her the illusion she is getting what she wants. If her intelligence is as great as her beauty, that goal won't be so easily achieved.
Exiting my car, I hurry quickly through the rain to the covered porch. Through the small windows of the door I see no lights on, and hesitate to knock. Although, there are many areas in the big estate, and, with how eager she has been to be updated with case details, I doubt she would forget her offered invitation. I ring the doorbell, and listen as it hums inside the walls.-
This far from the rest of the city it is easy to empathize with the curious widow's laments of her neglect and solitude. If she was feeling that way before the loss, it must be worse now that her husband is gone. Unless, of course, his absence is her doing, and the stories of loneliness are just meant to disguise the relaxation she feels now that he is out of the picture.
More than just the weather has me on my guard tonight, as my car comes to a stop on the paved brick outside her front door. The wife is still a top suspect on the case, and her constant calls and eagerness to know all details at all time don't help stave off suspicion. Unfortunately, unusual behavior can be both a sign of guilt or a sign of grief. Tonight she invited me over because she wants details of the case, and I agreed to visit since I want a better read on her. The goal tonight is to get what I want, while only giving her the illusion she is getting what she wants. If her intelligence is as great as her beauty, that goal won't be so easily achieved.
Exiting my car, I hurry quickly through the rain to the covered porch. Through the small windows of the door I see no lights on, and hesitate to knock. Although, there are many areas in the big estate, and, with how eager she has been to be updated with case details, I doubt she would forget her offered invitation. I ring the doorbell, and listen as it hums inside the walls.-
