Day 232 – Palm Her – Short Story
“You’re lying!” He says through clenched teeth, a spray of saliva shoots out with each word.
“Why Devon? What benefit would I get from lying? Evey word I have said, is the truth.”
“Because, you needed to know what was really going on, you need to know who the true killer was, instead of thinking what she wanted you to believe,” he says, the smile on his face growing wider, as Devon stares tragically towards the floor.
“B-B-But, if that’s true, then, she, she was the, she was…”
“She was the one who killed Harry?” He says, smugly. “It’s true, she did, gutted him like a lamb to the slaughter, and then, pinned it on me, because, well, I deserved it, and normally I would take it, another notch on my belt is nothing now, not with those who had fallen before me. But Harry, he was not worthy of my blade or my belt, she saw an opportunity and took it, to remove a problem for her life and to save you the horror of knowing what they were up to behind your back. It’s poetic really, but, near sighted, she never realised you wanted me alive, not on a slab, where I would be forever silent.”
“Why are you telling me all this? What do you hope to accomplish? You’ll still go to the chair,” he says, giving him a spiteful look of anger, mixed with curiosity.
“I don’t care for the chair, IO earned my place in hell, as did your wife, do what you feel you have to do, send me where I am ready to go, but, deal with her, for your code calls it to be done, do it or I will lay her sins bare for the world to see.”
Devon looks to the ground again, his eyes darting around in his head, then, grips the handle on his revolver tightly and pulls it from its holster, and raises it towards him nervously, sweat runs down his brow, stinging his eyes.
“Really Devon? How will you explain this? Killing an unarmed man, it’s not in you, you don’t have it, even for her,” he smiles broadly, and begins to laugh, then he hears the click, as the hammer snaps into place, igniting the chamber, and his smile softens, his eyes grow wide, as he reliases, maybe, his plan was not going to go his way.