by Nicholaus James

 

I woke up to loud sirens outside my bedroom window. Michelle had already started running my shower, because after last night’s activity I needed one. I hurried and got into the bathroom before she saw me as the bedroom sheet was wrapped around me dragging on the carpet that hadn’t been vacuumed for days.

While I was in the shower I could hear Stederial, Michelle’s son, talking to Michelle about my birthday which was tomorrow. I was so curious in what they had planned for me but all I could think about is the last time I spoke to David. We had reminisced on all the good time we had together.

As I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror, as the hot steam cleared from it, my masculine chiseled body. After, I stared at myself, brushed my teeth, and slowly rubbed baby oil all over my body. I sprayed on my Escada cologne, put on a simple t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of fresh timberlands. Michelle came into the room.

“Wasn’t David Johansen someone from a previous case that you had?” she asked.

“Yes he was a case before but it was closed because of a lack of evidence and no leads. Why do you ask?”

She looked at me dumb-founded and said “Because I heard on the news that a body was found at Berkeley High’s parking lot and then Vicky called and asked me to tell you that something happened to David Johansen.”

“Ok,” I replied and grabbed my bullet proof vest, badge, handgun, and my windbreaker with POLICE on the back of it and ran out the house to my Dodge Charger srt8.

Leaving my girlfriend and her child without a goodbye kiss I took off down the street headed for the freeway that was only around the corner. Once I got around the bend and past the light, I got onto the highway high ending my car tachometer to about 6500 rpm pushing the wind into my curly long hair. I was damn near pushing 110 and feeling the adrenalin rush. My phone started to ring. I took a look at the caller id and read Fossitt. 

“Where are you? Did Michelle give you my message?”

“YEA AND IM ON MY WAY THERE NOW. PEACE,” I answered then hung up the phone.

I pulled up to the school as media began asking me what happened. I had no idea at all so I continued to the body just so I could see with my own eyes if it really was David. I recognized the body in the car. It was him. I turned around quickly and saw that Vicky was right there.

“How did he die?” I demanded.

“He was stabbed I the chest with what appears to be a kitchen knife.”

“A kitchen knife?!” I couldn’t believe it.

“Yes a kitchen knife. Why do you seem so upset about this case Raff?”

“I’m not upset, I’m just stunned at how I just was in a case with him and now he ends up here, dead, no more than 2 months later.” I answered trying to cover my panic.

I quickly finished up the conversation, and we got into our separate vehicles and headed down the block to the department where we expected to here from Captain Diesel Krunch.

“Ok you two, what do we have?” the captain asked as we headed toward our desks.

“David Johansen, male, 28, stabbed in the chest with a knife…” he asked me.

“Johansen, wasn’t he a witness to a crime awhile back that you investigated?”

“Yes,” I answered, then looked over at Vicky who was on the telephone and had just shot me a look.

“So then this might be revenge for snitching?” the Captain suggested.

“Not exactly Captain,’ Vicky said hanging up the phone. “I just got off the phone with the M.E. He says that the knife had the initials M.A.M on it. And there was a finger print on the knife as well as a piece of hair under the victim’s finger nails as well.”

“So, is there a DNA match” the Captain asked.

“Yea. And it belongs to Raff”

 “What! Me! How is that possible?”

“I don’t know Raff, but it is. So… partner, where were you the night of the 13^th?”

“You know exactly where I was Vicky don’t even act like you don’t.”

“I know but you did leave for a short period of time that night.” Vicky whispered.

 “But I came back to you. Remember. I went back to your house and we finished having sex. Or don’t you remember?” I don’t know what came over me. She just made me so mad then that my blood started to boil.

“Oh I remember Raff, but you don’t have to put my business out there like that. I didn’t want the whole department to know that we were sleeping together. Especially not the captain.”

“Look you too. I don’t care what you do outside this office or behind closed doors but its interfering with our investigation so end this shit now! ” the Captain said. “Raff, Give me your Badge and gun. You’re suspended until the investigation is done.”

Then I left. I slammed my gun and badge on the desk and headed home. I sat thought about how this was possible. How that knife has my fingerprint on it. All this thinking is making me hungry. A sandwich sounds great right now. Turkey and cheese on wheat bread with chipotle mayonnaise, mustard, lettuce and tomatoes. Mmmmm. Tasty. Now all I need is a slice down the mid…what’s this? I noticed something I never noticed before.

Boom

The door slammed shut. It was Michelle.

“Hey honey.” she said putting her purse down on the coffee table. “What are you doing home so early?”

“No reason. I just wanted to see you.” I said leaning against the living room wall.

“Aww, how sweet.” she said then leaned in and kissed me.

Ring Ring

“It’s Vicky. I gotta take this.” I said then answered the phone.

“Yes.” I said not wanting to hear her voice really. But the information she told me was so shocking I just had to say something to Michelle.

“Are you sure!”

“Ok.” I said then hung up the phone.

“What was that about?” Michelle asked.

“Nothing. We just got a break in the case and she was just letting me know.”

“So does that mean your going to leave right now?”

“No. but I just noticed that the knife set was engraved. What do the letters mean?”

“It’s my name sweetie. Michelle Alexandria Monroe. Why do you ask?”

“Cause I was curious. I never noticed that before so I decided to ask.”

“Really? Are you sure? I thought it was because you realized I killed your ‘Boyfriend’ with one of my knives? And let me not forget the lipstick that I left on him. I do believe it was your favorite on me.”

What the fuck! Is she serious?

“Michelle, what are you saying? Do you realize what you just said to me? You just confessed to a murder.”

Ding Dong Knock Knock Knock Knock

“Come in. the door’s open.” Michelle yelled.

“Hey Michelle. How are you?” Vicky asked.

“Pretty good. Well, I’ll leave you two to talk.”

“Actually, I’m here for you. Michelle Monroe, you are under arrest for the murder of David Johansen.”

“What? I didn’t kill anybody.”

“What do you mean you didn’t kill anybody. You just confessed to me.” I said. What the hell is wrong with her? First she says she did it, and then says she didn’t.

“Well whether you confessed or not, the evidence against you enough for you to be arrested.”

“Hahahahahahahahahaha. Yes. I confessed and am confessing. I confess to killing that David person with the knife. I kissed his dick and put a blue condom on it. I put Anthony’s fingerprint on it, and Yea Anthony, I know all about you and him sleeping together Thursday night. That’s why I did it. You bastard. If I can’t have you, no one can.”