Ordinary Life

Suspicion

July 26, 2014

I sat in my office, observing and collecting more data from the video I viewed on from the other night. I found a surveillance video, of the burglars invading the home of Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

The two men, who are vividly caught on camera, hid their identity very well. They most definitely knew they were being watched. About 20 minutes into the video, the front door opened and the men carried out boxes. The last man out, ran off, but dropped the knife. The knife that severed Mr. Jones' neck.

When the man dropped the knife, I paused the video, and began to zoom and clear the picture as much as possible. On the handle of the knife, there was a carving of a zodiac sign. "♏"

I resumed the video, and that man came back immediately and retrieved the knife and sped off in the get away car. The police arrived about 12 minutes later.

"Hey girl." Faith knocked on my door. "Hi." I said. "How are you?" She asked me. I was pretty angry with her and Charlie for parading around the office about me going on a date with Bruno Mars. I thought it was distasteful, and unecessary to be announced.

"Why in the hell would you tell Wyatt that I went on a date with Bruno?" I asked in a forceful whisper. "Me? I didn't tell him anything. Neither did Charlie."

I scoffed. "Well, obviously you did, because he brought it up to me, and I was practically forced to go on a date with him the other night. And that was just awful." I explained. "Genevieve, we didn't say anything to anyone. We have better sense than that. Maybe someone was ease dropping in our conversation, and it got back to Wyatt, but we never said anything direct to him." Faith pleaded. "Whatever." I rolled my eyes ad continued to watch videos and search things up.
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Without permission, I drove over to the Jones murder house and entered inside to find clues on my own. This was actually illegal, and I could very well lose my job for trespassing, but I took the risk. I went out of my way, to cure my sense of curiosity.

I walked around, and I feel like I can hear the screams, the gunshots, the cutting of flesh, blood splattering on the walls. It was terrible what these men did to this couple.

I had my latex gloves on, as I touched many things. I looked through the closets, the bathrooms, and I even went through the bedrooms. Everything was wiped out.

However, I found a paper, stuck in between the dresser and the wall. How could anyone have missed this? I picked up the paper, and it was a note.

To my dearest daughter, Leila, I hope you're safe and happy. To my eldest son, Langston, I am proud of you, and I pray you work hard to be better than your mother and I. Be better than us, and don't follow the steps we did. Mama and Papa love you so much. We are your angels.
-Papa,
April 15, 2014

This bone chilling note, made me nearly want to cry. These parents knew they were going to be murdered. They knew they were going to be slaughtered soon.

I put this note in my evidence bag. This will come in handy very soon.

It was time for me to get out of here before anyone in the neighborhood became suspicious. When walking out, I noticed the landline was still hooked up and functioning. "What the hell?" I said to myself.

There were a couple of missed calls. 6 missed calls, to be specific. Some voice mails were even recorded.

I pressed the button to press the recordings. Most of them were reminders of doctors appointments, salesmans, until the he last one came up.

"We're coming for you. You can't run. You can't hide. We see you. Your every move, and death will be the debt you pay."

A deep voice grunted and hung up the phone. I even felt scared. I was terrified. These men were ultimately dangerous. They needed to be stopped. But how can I stop men...if I still don't know who they are?