A FATAL RECONCILIATION - PART 2
As she stepped out of his house, she felt nervous, and wild thoughts kept pounding inside her head about how John really died.
It was late morning, and the fog had just lifted so that the bright rays from the sun shone on her little Volkswagen Beetle. Right now, it looked like a real beetle that was about to bite her, and she was cautious of it. She approached the white vehicle hesitantly. A chilly shudder ran through her as she thought,
"What if he rigged the damn brakes?"
She entered the vehicle, turned the engine on and drove it slowly forward slamming on the brakes to make sure it would stop. It did, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She turned her head towards the house and saw his tall, slim, dark frame standing in the doorway. He had his hands on his hips. She noticed a wry smile on this face, and her heart beat very fast.
This was becoming a nightmare, and she felt haunted, and hunted by this stupid man, whom she foolishly married.
She lit a cigarette to calm her nerves and drove off. Her beetle was behaving itself. She phoned the police division that investigated John's accident. She was told the address of the morgue where the hospital had sent him.
The morgue was a dreary old dark building. It looked like a warehouse. She was greeted by an old thin man wearing a grey cap which matched his grey eyes in the midst of waves of deep wrinkles. He said,
"The cops told me you're here to see John Brown. His mother has already identified him, but the cops think a second identification would be helpful, so please follow me."
Her dress shoes made a hard clicking noise on the ceramic tiled floor, and she was led into a large windowless room where there was an array of huge filing cabinets. The old man opened one labeled B2, and as the metal drawer slid out, she almost froze in panic and grief.
He lay there; silent and still, eyes and lips closed. His head was turned to the side; his neck looked limp as if made of jelly. It was a horrible sight! She did a positive identification and almost ran out of the building, her stomach in a tight knot.
She had to find out what really happened in that car crash.
She drove to the police division and saw a stocky man with dark little eyes and thin lips. He looked like the desk sergeant.
She spoke assertively,
"I was the partner of John Brown. I must know the full details of that car accident that killed him.
The sergeant leaned towards her,
"All we know is he skidded on the icy road and crashed against a tree. It is that simple."
She drew a deep breath and screamed out,
"Did you examine the brakes to see if someone had tampered with them?
He stroked the thin mustache scribbled above his lips and questioned her,
"Why would we examine the brakes? Why do you ask? Anyway, the vehicle must have exploded, and you could not find anything out from that wreckage. Why are you talking about someone tampering with the brakes?
She was silent for a while thinking about her answer. She was scared, if she told the police about what Tom had said, it could cause him to turn very nasty towards her.
"I just want to be certain that this was an accident. I have a friend at the Center for Forensic Sciences, who is an expert engineer in finding out if brakes or steering has been tampered with, so I am curious."
The sergeant had a broad smile and told her,
"Look, as far as we're concerned the case is closed. If you go to Jimmy's Salvage, the mass of metal was transported there." He then gave her the address of the salvage yard.
END OF PART 2