LIV/E (Rewriting)

Chapter 18

I was at Walters apartment this morning. Since he didn't have any family I offered to sort through his belongings as I am the most OCD person I knew.

I conjured up a "donation" pile and a "keep" pile. I just didn't have the heart to conjure up a "throw away" pile.

When I walked into his apartment I noticed a folded news paper lied on his coffee table. I picked it up and it had the date of two days ago stamped on the front of it. I didn't typically read the paper but right then, I sat down and read it from cover to cover.
There wasn't anything in there that I didn't already know about, our country was still falling apart as presidential election debates successfully turned most of America into vile, non-seeing embasils. Kim kardashian posted a new naked selfie causing people to rage over it instead of noticing the struggles of syria and Palestine as it was printed out as fine print on the last page of the rag.

Same old, same old, right?

I decided to keep the newspaper and a vintage wooden box where Walter stored all of his variety of tea's. Granted I'd never drink the tea's, I just needed it to feel close to him I guess.

Something I found this morning while I was up there kept seeping into my thoughts and it bothered me all day. I had gone into Walters bedroom to clear out his closet when I seen a bunch of old, scrappy envelopes all kept together by a strained out rubber band. I opened one (taking into consideration that I'm committing mail fraud) and then opened another until I opened them all and flopped onto his closet floor.

Dear Anabeth

Dear anabeth

My sweet Anabeth

Anabeth seemed like she didn't want to hear from Walter as all these envelopes had "return to sender" stamped across them.

Could this be a lover perhaps? Did Walter just get abit interesting? I noticed that the address written on the envelope was situated in New York, New Jersey to be exact. I struggled with the option of reading those letter or not as they lied on the floor of my car. I'll just leave them there for now till I figured out what to do with them.

I rented a moving truck and got a couple of guys to move Walters furniture out of his apartment. They were beautiful arm chairs and victorian sofa's. Walter did have exquisite taste when it came to choosing vintage pieces.

I had decided to approach a lady I'd seen pictures of on park benches and buses around most of LA, more so in East Los. She specialised in auctioning off anything that met her criteria for a fee ofcause. I wasn't about to get rid of Walters belongings. They should go into someones house where they'd care for it and I'd give the money I collected from the auction to a charity, just in good faith. And to make sure Walter continued doing good even after his death.

Altogether Walters belongings raked up twelve thousand dollars, with Maggie's fee being a thousand. Maggie had alot of those rich pseudo celebrity type contacts that loved the flair for the dramatics thats why they invested in dramatic vintage furniture. No wonder they sold for so much. These people would throw money at anything if it meant showing if off at their next brunch.

Those letters are still bothering me though. I didn't want to envade someones privacy but the curiosity was killing me slowly. Anabeth even though she didn't want to hear from Walter deserved to know what happened to him. This is the only human being that I've come across that was remotely related to Walter. I refuse to think that Walter was some kind of creepy stalker.

After weeks of deliberating I decided to not read them and instead venture to new york. Unsupervised Ofcause. I convinced Miles that I had a lead in New York pertaining to the Wolf case and he half - heartedly agreed to letting me go.