Birds In The Drop Ceiling

Chapter 8

Revelation

A clicking sound from a clock on the wall was creating an ambient noise throughout Bernstein's office. He sat at his desk, holding up his face with his hand, gazing over a newspaper clipping. He thought to himself about that night, when he saw Devon. But Bernstein was more interested in Tom. He looked familiar. Starring at his photo from the newspaper clipping, the kidnapping made no sense to him. Suddenly Bernstein got up out of his chair.

"My goodness, it is him." He said to himself.

Running to his filing cabinet, he went through all of his assessments.

"You're in here, I know you are."

He stopped, his heart raced in his chest. A thick folder, he took it out and slammed it on his desk.

"My God."

(Devon)

Devon had arrived back home sometime in the early morning. Stretched himself on to his couch, he rubbed his head, knocking back his third bourbon on the rocks. His hands were shaking uncontrollably. Nothing seemed to help anymore. He was wondering about his next move. Now what?

"Dad, are you okay." Skye asked from across the room."

Devon didn't answer her. Just continued drinking. But then, suddenly the phone rang. It felt louder than usual. Devon didn't budge,

"Are you going to answer that?" Skye said.

Feeling impatient, she answered it,

"Hello?"

"Is your father there?"

Skye looked towards Devon, His head was bobbing back and forth from the solo party he was having with himself,

"Sort of—"

"Well tell him it's important please."

Devon sat the glass on the table in front of him and stumbled his way to the phone.

"Yea?"

"Devon, you're not going to believe this.

"What— I'm sure I could believe in almost anything right now."

"You're partner Tom Wilson; He was a patient of mine, fifteen years ago.

Devon Paused for a moment,

"Okay, I find that very interesting, but I don't believe you."

"Then we should meet, Jane's coffee shop, one hour, be alone."

Bernstein was frightened; Devon could hear it in his voice. He hung up the phone, starring at the police ring on his living room table.

"Dad what is it?"

"Skye, I know I said I will include you with everything, but please stay with Ryan and Marisa across the street."

"Dad—you're scaring me, what's going on?"

"Please Skye, just do it."

Devon grabbed his wallet. And other personal belongings, he loaded his 9mm sidearm, and proceeded out the door.

Moments later, his cab arrived.

"I'll call you later, I promise."

He jumped in the back seat, and wove good-bye.