Myla Roams Around

VI

VI : REVELATION

"He surrendered already?"

The man in a white coat scoffed. I rolled my eyes as my grip on the newspaper tightened. I exhaled the cigarette smoke. I smirked mischievously at Tom's picture on the breaking news. Hah, this fool.

"Yes. I guess it worked. Your techniques." I puffed more smoke. He nodded.

"Of course. He's playing detective all this time; I must say I'm impressed of his determination to solve the case that ends with him." He laughed.

"We're done with our job here, then?"

I ripped the paper apart. I went to the chimney and placed the torn pages in here. I glanced at the grey sky. He stood up and contemplated at me. We gazed at the whole city on his house's roof.

"Lance."

I looked at him when he called my name in baritone.

"Do you think no one will find out? About the truth."

"You're still mad serious about that? Tom is under your hypnosis, Doctor. He'll feel like it was really him. Psychology's a lit."

He laughed. "But you are Benedict Stuart."

My body went frozen. I can't move my tongue to say anything. He walked to me and patted my shoulder, leaning to whisper.

"You killed your own daughter because your wife cared more about her than you. And now, you took your friend as a scapegoat."

My blood boiled. I shoved his hand and dusted my coat, as if something filthy got on it. He chuckled and raised both of his hands upon seeing my flushed face.

"I'm going." I turned my back on him and started walking to the roof's edge. I jumped down quickly and fixed my hat.

He thought he did it but proved it wrongly.

They thought it wasn't a crime because there wasn't a body.

But he found it and took the blame with my schemes.

I couldn't care less and start living a peaceful life as Lance Andrews.

Guilty, but will never surrender.