ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE

Episode 45

Glory Norland sat by her unconscious son's hospital bedside holding his hand as she recited the Lord's prayer. Gerald sat on his other side, holding his other hand and staring at his still face wordlessly. Dodie stood by the window looking outside and texting Scott Sands that he needed to get over to the hospital.

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Richard kissed his husband right before Nigel was hurried away to surgery to receive the heart of former NYPD Detective Eric Fletcher.

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Andrew entered a restroom stall and opened a bottle of whiskey. He hesitated for the longest time before finally lifting it to his mouth and welcoming the long missed liquid down his throat.

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Sylvia settled herself and her young daughter Katrina into the backseat of the Uber along with their suitcases as Nicholas watched from an upstairs window.

" The airport," she commanded to the driver as she pressed a hand against her stomach. Maybe she could reunite with Harvey. The cheating bastard deserved to have to raise someone else's baby.

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Lyle stood in the hallway of his home. He stared at the masked intruder with the long deadly knife. His heart was beating too fast and too hard. His palms were wet as he held up and pointed the gun from his ankle holster at the person.

" Put the knife down," he demanded in a stern firm voice that didn't even sound like his own.

The person laughed as he pulled off the mask from his face. His long lean plain face that now bore a sharp red festering scratch on his cheek. To his horror it was Roman.

Roman said," I don't think so, my love. Not after all the work I went through for this little play of mine. Act one was Nigel Norland , my little one eyed cousin. Act two , the man slut of America Joe Jacobs. Act three , the man who bewitched me from you and then betrayed me with another. Act four turned out badly because Fletcher saw my face and hurt me. It was not even supposed to be him. I was wanting Reese Malden. Pity. "

" Why ? And put down the knife or I will shoot you ! "

Roman whistled the same odd tune he had the first time Lyle had seen him outside of the store. " Because I want the police and media to think there's a vicious madman targeting gay men in their homes. Random acts of violence. But I don't care about the other ones. Even my bastard born cousin. It was you. Always you. You will be my last. You betrayed me as well with the restraining order and calling the police. Why did you do it? I would have been so good to you. Much better than that boy - man you married. He's too immature for you. You were meant for me. And me alone. " He lifted his knife up towards Lyle. " If I can't have you nobody can. "

As he advanced on him Lyle's hand shook visibly. " Get back. I'll shoot you! I will. I'll..... kill you. "

Roman just kept moving towards him with the knife raised. He continued to whistle.

Lyle pulled the trigger and the bullet struck Roman in the chest.

Roman kept moving. His grip on the knife remained firm.

Lyle fired again. And again. He kept firing the gun at his stalker until the chamber was empty. He felt absolutely no emotion but relief as he watched the man fall down dead at his feet. The knife fell from his hand steadily.

Lyle pulled out his phone and dialed a number that he had in his contacts.

Nita Browne answered," Browne. Homicide. "

" Detective Browne. It's Lyle Anderson. I've found your serial knifer. He's in my house and he is dead. I just killed him. Please remove him from my home. "

He couldn't believe he sounded as normal as he did when inside he was screaming.