Craving Forgiveness

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"Now step through this metal detector, arms across." The tall man said from behind you and you did as instructed. There was another man on the other side holding your things.
He handed them to you after you stepped down from the detector," You're all set Ms. Kennedy. The elevator is at the end of the hallway take it to underground level 6 they'll be someone expecting you. I'm sorry for your loss."
You nodded and gave him a weak smile before heading to the elevator.
You stepped in the elevator and followed instructions going down to the 6th underground level.
When the doors opened there was a short balding man waiting for you. He walked you to a room before turning to you.
"He's in there. He confessed a day ago but he won't really talk so good luck with him."
"Thank you," you said in your soft voice and began walking in when you felt a hand on your shoulder.
"May I ask you a question Ms. Kennedy?" He asked
"Yes I suppose." You responded lightheartedly.
"It's just not common to see someone want to sit in a room face to face with the man who killed their father."
"Well I'm not very common sir. That man in there claims to have killed the only person who loved me unconditionally and wanted me despite my skin color. And I want to know why he did it. I don't expect you to understand. To be honest sir, I don't even understand."
You turned back around and opened the door in front of you.
There was a dark haired man sitting at the table, he was handcuffed to the chair he was on. You took the seat across from him and he slowly looked up at you.
He had cold, dark, soulless eyes. He gave you an evil grin.
" So. You killed the president huh?" You said.
He said nothing.
"I'm not a cop. You can tell me."
Still nothing.
"Look. The man you say you killed is my father and I deserve to know why he's in a box six feet under the ground."
He cocked his head to the side.
"Don't you think you're too dark to be his daughter?" He said with an evil smile.
You rolled your eyes. How original.
"I ask the questions. What's your name?"
"Tom King."
"So. Tom. Why?"
"Why not?.."
You listened to him talk for a few more minutes before you exited the room.
"Well?" The thinning man from earlier asked.
"It isn't him." You responded, "nothing he said matched up to the crime. I don't think it's him. The bullet was tampered with somehow. There's no way he was shot from the building he said he did it at. Bullets only go in a straight motion. This one curved."
He sighed. "Ms. Kennedy. I've been told to tell you to give it up. The man who done it is gone. We can't find him. Let it go. It's been two years."
"I am well aware sir. Two years and you can't find the man who did it? Two years since I've been able to spend time with my father. Two years since my family has talked to me. You know they blame me right? They think maybe if he didn't adopt a black child people wouldn't be so opposed to him. Let me know when you find who really did this." You said and walked away.
You got in your car and drove home.
You had a penthouse suite courtesy of your father.
You crawled into bed and took a nap before heading to dinner.
You sat in the slightly crowded restaurant enjoying a glass of wine.
You looked up to see piercing blue eyes staring at you.
You stared back never being one to shy away from a challenge.
He was incredibly handsome. He had brown hair and a defined jaw structure.
He looked familiar. Too familiar.
You pulled out a picture from your purse. A picture taken in Dallas the day of the assassination.
You saw your parents waving from the car.
In the background with an outstretched arm is the man in the restaurant.
He was finishing his meal. You had to act fast.
You told the waitress to call the police and you went over him to stall for time.
"Hi handsome." You said fighting anger.
"What do you want?" He said coldly.
"Well," you placed a hand over his," you looked a bit lonely so I figured I'd keep you company."
He looked you up and down with narrow eyes.
It felt like an eternity passed before he spoke again.
" I like lonely." He pulled his hand out from under yours.
"Oh come on." You grabbed hold of his tie and pulled him towards you. "Everyone likes a little company."
He glared at you," I don't. Now go away."
"You're missing out." You smiled as you heard sirens getting louder. "Suit yourself." You shrugged and walked out the front door and waited for the police to arrive.
You pointed to the man in the window and watched as the went in and restrained him.
You stood watching him with a smug look as they put him in the back of a cop car.

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