Solomon Stone: Beyond

Chapter 11

A sound of a very powerful car engine can be heard getting closer to the mansion. All of the staffs inside the huge house suddenly panicked, like a category 5 storm is coming.

Jerry quickly ran to the window of the hallway at the second floor and looked outside. He saw a two door red sports car, is on its way to the parking area. He climbed down the stairs going to the main lobby, and opened the main door of the mansion. "The master is here." He said on the radio transmitter he is holding.

Detective Lynch finally reached the parking area of the mansion; he saw is son's car, and was surprised why all of a sudden he comes home. He slowly pressed his right foot onto the brake pedal, and fully pressed it again after he's properly parked beside the black sedan. He moved the shift stick from drive to parked, until finally, turned the engine off.

The mood of the old detective quickly shifted from happy to angry, as he remembered what Solomon did to him three years ago. What exactly did Solomon does to him, why until now that three years already passed, he still mad at him?

Detective Lynch smeared, raised his eyebrows and breathes deep to pacify his anger at the moment. He slid his left index finger to a panel on his left, and then the door on the driver's side automatically swiveled going to the outside direction.

He stepped out of the sports car, went at the back and opened the compartment. Inside, are his .22 LR semi-automatic hunting rifle, and three lifeless ducks that he captured earlier with his hunting buddies. He took all of that's inside and closed the door of the car's compartment again.

He walked towards the main door of the mansion, while carrying his favorite hunting rifle and trophies he earned earlier.

Jerry approached Detective Lynch with an impressive agility from a man of his age. He quickly took the riffle and the three dead ducks from his mater's hand, and asked how his hunting trip is. "Good evening sir, how is your hunting day with your pals?" He asked.

Detective Lynch did not answer Jerry's question, instead, he asked about his son. "Where is he? What is he doing here?" He said in a serious and deep voice.

"He's in his room sir" Jerry said, politely.

Detective Lynch's curiosity strikes again, that is why, he asked Jerry another question. He knew his son well; he won't go home if he's not in big trouble. "Did he tell you why he's here?" He anxiously asked Jerry.

"No sir, but perhaps, it is time that the two of you talk to each other." Jerry paused for a while and breathes deep. "With all honesty Mr. Stone, I am very much worried of what I saw to his eyes earlier. I haven't seen anything like it before". Jerry added, in a very serious and bothered tone.

"Is that so?" Detective Lynch replied. Very few words are coming out of his mouth, like he's a different person. He is well known for being candid of his feelings, but this time, it was very unusual of him. He is very worried about Solomon, he knew that something dire is going to happen; he just can't figure it out.

Detective Lynch walked towards the center hall, and stood in front of his own golden statue. "Think Lynch! Think!" He said to himself, forcing his brain to function.

He stood there for almost twenty minutes, until suddenly, his heart beats fast, and sweats like he just finished a 200 meter dash. A cold feeling succumb his whole body like never before. Something terrifying went inside his mind that made his brave heart capitulated in fear. "It can't be." He whispered while breathing heavily. It reminded him about the ink that his Son stole to him three years ago; but what exactly can a small bottle of ink do?

Jerry saw Detective Lynch catching his breath heavily, and his body shaking. He rushed towards him and held both his arms just before he fell to the ground. "Sir, what is wrong?" He asked.

Detective Lynch sat on the floor, with the help of Jerry. He leaned back on the golden statue, and responded to Jerry's inquiry. "Nothing, I just felt tired. Our hunting trip is a bit exhausting." He said, looking down the floor.

He didn't give Jerry a straight answer; however, Jerry is not stupid. The old butler knew that something odd is happening; he's not just in the position to ask so many questions.

"Sir, do you want a glass of water?" Jerry asked kindly, eager to calm the detective.

"No thanks, I am fine, you can go now." Detective Lynch answered politely.

"Ok sir, rest well" Jerry stood up, and resumed doing his usual house chores.

The heavy thorny feelings of Detective Lynch to his son unexpectedly disappeared, and replaced by a feather floating inside his chest.

What exactly is going inside his mind right now, why all of a sudden, the fearless man became frightened?