Murders Of The Past

TWENTY-TWO

Carlos' POV

"HAROLD ASSUMED HIS watch was simply on the fritz and never even considered that it might be trying to tell him something. In fact, Harold had never once paid attention to his watch other than to find out the time. And, honestly, it drove him crazy. And so, on this particular Wednesday evening as Harold waited for the bus, his watch suddenly stopped."

Where did this guy get a watch like that? I should get a watch like that. Maybe I could find one on Amazon.

"Thus Harold's watch thrust him into the immitigable path of fate. Little did he know that this simple, seemingly innocuous act would result in his imminent death." In the movie Harold looks up at the sky and starts questioning why he's going to die. That's a question I wonder myself.

I wonder how I would react if I suddenly had a voice narrating my life in my head. That'd be pretty weird. What would it sound like?

"Carlos watched Stranger Than Fiction on Netflix, trying to get by in life, but his mind kept wondering to Sadie, his wife who doesn't love him anymore. Adam's girlfriend, Pheobe, walks into Adam's office."

Hell, I don't know how to write a story.

"Hey, Adam- You're not Adam." I shake my head, not taking my eyes off the computer screen.

"You're not Sadie," I murmur. Pheobe sighs.

"Why do I have to keep the secret?" My head snaps up to her.

"What?" I ask.

"Uh, nothing." She shakes her head. I sit up, pausing the movie.

"Pheobe, do you know something about Sadie?"

  "No. Why would I know something?"

  "Pheobe," I warn, rising from my chair.

"I have to find Adam. Have you seen him?" Changing the subject. She definitely knows.

  "Tell me what you know."

  "Maybe Jack knows where he is." She turns to walk away so I run to the door, grabbing her before she can run away and pressing her against the door.

  "What do you know?" I ask in a cold, when voice, trying to intimidate the answer out of her. She could be my only hope here.

  "Carlos— "

  "You need to tell me."

  "I don't know— "

  "Carlos?" We both turn our heads to Adam who's standing at the other end of the hall. "What the hell are you doing?" Phoebe pushes against my hold but I still won't let her go.

  "She knows something about Sadie," I tell Adam.

  "Carlos," Adam cautiously walks towards me, his eyes burning with fury but his voice so serene. "Let her go." I look at Phoebe before huffing and letting her go, watching her run to Adams side.

  "She knows something!" I point at her, refusing to drop this.

  "Carlos, you need to go home and get some rest."

  "No! I will not rest until I find my wife!" Adam stares at me for a while until realizing how stubborn I am and taking out his phone.

  "Well if you want to be like that-- "

  "OK!" We look at Phoebe who's hands are up in surrender. "Fine. Fine. Maybe I do know something..."

"Tell us!" I demand. She looks between Adam and I before gulping. Finally.