Words! Many words! Words repeated over and over again. Over and over in Mason's mind. He could not sleep that night. Everything that transpired kept whirling around in his mind. Words! His words - other people's words - kept going around and around in his mind.
Who wanted him dead?
Who did he harm?
What did he do wrong?
What happened?
Who did he displease?
"A Senior Lecturer!
At such a young age.
Forty-four years old.
Doctorate.
Impressive.
Where did he have to go from there?
He was almost at the top.
Almost at the top.
Almost.
Top."
Mason jumped up off Gigi's sofa, giving her a fright.
"What is it?" She shouted.
"I know who engineered this whole thing and I know who killed Ceyon Montcliffe." He announced with a smile on his face.
"Who?" Gigi anxiously asked.
"Oh, to bring these persons to justice and give this nice family peace and some closure that is what I want to see."
"Who?" Gigi repeated because Mason was ignoring her question.
Just then his cell phone rang.
"Hello."
"Mason? Timar here. Can you come down to the police station right away? We have something here we need you to see, urgently."
"Sure, I am on my way."
He grabbed his jacket while talking to Gigi.
"Who?" Gigi asked again.
"That was Timar. He has something he wants me to see urgently at the police station."
"Whooooo killed Ceyon?" Gigi, sitting on the sofa with her legs curled under her, slightly turned her head and shouting the question in vain as Mason ran out the front door of her house.
When he got to the police station Timar was anxiously waiting for him.
"Thanks for coming. Look here, we have a video-cam from Manor Park in Kingston. Look...." Pointing to the television screen they see Ceyon's car drive into Manor Park parking lot. The car slows then excellerates, then slows again, then stops.
"He is searching for someone. You see?"
"Yeah! His killer, unfortunately." Mason said regretfully. Shaking his head.
The car stopped then turned into a parking spot. Ceyon got out of the car. The two men walked towards each other. When they reach each other they shook hands.
Timar paused the machine, "See? There is Julian Williamson."
"Do you see that the he is as tall and big as Ceyon? It could not have been a small man that struck him in the head with a heavy object like the toilet tank cover. And he needed some leverage and velocity and some momentum."
By this time many of the policemen that were on duty and in the station were gathered around the television watching. Making their comments about when they get their hands on that guy....and so on. Mason noticed that the whole police force seemed to have cared a great deal for Ceyon.
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Wrongful Dismissal
Short StoryA Senior Lecturer at the University of Jamaica is found dead. Loved by thousands, hated by ....no one! It doesn't make sense. Who would murder someone like that? Why would he be murdered? Was he a part of criminal activity or part of a conspiracy go...
