The Life of the Wife

Chapter seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

DET. MORRIS

the sun seeped through the blinds and bright yellow and orange striped across the bed. I had barely got a wink of sleep and I was feeling it everywhere. My head ached as if someone was squeezing my brain, and my body was stiff and sore. Marian was still asleep beside me and I kissed her cheek before getting up as quietly as I could, I wanted her to sleep in.
I was basically bolting on the treadmill until my fast breathing turned into wheezing. I almost collapsed and quickly stopped the machine before wobbling over to the closest chair. Air felt like razor blades going in and out of my lungs and I could barely drink my water.
The hot shower perked me back up just in time for Marian to jump in with me.
'Saving water and all that.' She exclaimed sarcastically and grabbed a loofah. She was so amazingly beautiful, I watched her wash her perfectly brown skin with the loofah, creating white bubbles to dribble down. Her hair looked even longer with the water forcing itself down her black curls and comforting themselves around her shoulders and top of her arms, she was beautiful and she was mine; I had to take her right then and there.

After a great morning I had the confidence to take the day ahead of me. We were back at the cottage today after finding some bodies a little ways back in the small forest behind the property. They were very decomposed and the forensic team concluded that one was at least four years old. I wondered how someone could be missing for four years and nobody looked for them, but had to push that thought away to do the job at hand.
Seeing bodies in person, rather than photographs again was hard, but luckily our team was efficient and I only threw up once.
I was hoping to not throw up at all today.

As I drove into the property and parked my car next to Jerry's I made my way to the tent set up, just left of the cottage.
'Anything new today?'
'Three more were found, unfortunately.' Michael gulped back his water then went on to show me the dug up graves, not far from where we found the original few yesterday. I held back the bile building up in my throat and tried to do my work thoroughly, recording everything for evidence. I looked at the third grave where the half decomposed body layed, mangled and squished in a tiny grave, fit for a small animal.
'Has anyone identified this one?' I didn't dare look away from her rotting face.
'Not yet.' Some one replied, I didn't know who but they sounded tired.
'Well I know who she is. That's Quinn Mahoney.'

The officer got Jerry and he pulled me aside and I slumped with relief seeing something other than her lifeless face.
'You know her?' He looked me in the eyes with worry,
'Quinn, she was one of the junkies in the overdose case back in February. We would talk for a while when she was considering getting sober, but then she stopped talking to me.' I stopped talking after I realised why.
Jerry's worried eyes met mine again, he looked so tired and worn out, was that what I looked like?
'Go home and get some rest, someone might ask more about Quinn later though.' He didn't want to argue and basically pushed me to my car. I put on the radio and drove back home, listening to some jazz station the radio fell on, it was surprisingly calming.

I pulled up to the driveway to find another car parked in place of my spot, so I parked behind it. There were always people at our house lately because of the renovations and I just brushed it off for the decorator. When I opened the door however, the house was silent except from faint music coming from the bedroom.
I made my way down the hallway, heart pounding hoping to God my paranoia would be justified. It wasn't. There she was, naked and in bed with a man, sweating and pounding at her. He stopped and quickly grabbing the sheets to cover himself revealing me to Marian. We were both mortified. Me for finding her with a man, and her for me being home early and catching her.
'Who are you?!' The man spat his words, as if he had a right to be here.
At first I was so shocked I couldn't speak or move, but I finally blurted out what I hoped was understandable through my upcoming tears.
'I'm her wife.'

I ran out and through the front door grabbing my car keys and ignoring Marian's screams for me to stop and let her explain, I couldn't be around her right now, and no explanation could justify her actions, not ever. I sped off screeching down the street and made my way to the station.
Once I arrived I basically ran to the shrinks office. She wasn't in. When would she be in?
I swayed from one wall to the next, impatiently waiting for her to arrive.
I overheard some detectives and officers speaking, so I wandered over to see the fuss.
'They're looking for a detective to lead the team looking for August on the road.'
I wasn't thinking straight, I had so much adrenaline and anger going through my head that I didn't know what I was doing, I just wanted to get away.
'Count me in.'

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So morris is on the move!
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