MUD

Chapter 16~Truce

Helena and Zachri Dargis are hypocrites. They had their daughter here to watch me out, but are trying to incorporate me into her murder. Even though I didn't do anything I do not need this pissing killing haunting my career.

This is not going any further. I won't let it.
Pulling out on the curb I type in the phone number I have on the piece of paper.

"Privet*," the phone is answered abruptly by a rusty male voice.

"Do you speak English?"

"Who is asking?" Mr. Dargis inquires with a thick accent.

"I'm the man you and your wife have put in a very uncomfortable situation,"I say calmly.

"Archer. What a pleasant addition to my day."

"Do you really believe I hurt your daughter?"

The man hesitates to give me an answer and it is not one I expect.

" I know you did not kill Siria. But someone has to pay. It is not personal," he says casually. The man doesn't even sound sorrowful. Just revengeful.

"We should meet. Tonight, face to face. Because I did not do anything to your daughter and I do not appreciate being dragged into my place of work for questioning. In fact I have some questions of my own for you; and your wife."

"Time and place? I'll do my damn best not to run my dagger into your throat myself." Zachri says.

" 9 o' clock. Ask someone the directions to Hatcher Park. I'm receiving a call." with that I end his call and answer the incoming. It's Victoria.

"I need to see you later. We have a lot to talk about," she says. I cannot detect what she is feeling in her tone though.

"Tori. I have a thing tonight." I reply.

"Don't Tori me you whore. Whatever. Have fun with your thing. Whoever she is."

"You know this pissy attitude, it's getting old. Calm down. I will see you on the weekend." I say to her. Honestly now is not the right time for her smart comments she is acting as if I don't have a right to do what I want.

I don't know why I'm still so interested in her.

I've learnt to cope alone. I am just surviving. I gave up the idea of family, happiness even a long time ago. The reality had slapped me in my face that being around my family puts me in a dangerous place. I don't see what's wrong with getting some pussy every now and then. I'm just coping.

Tonight I am supposed to go one on one with the people who sent their daughter here to watch me. What the heck do they want? The thought stings, that at least she had people. She got letters. She wasn't alone. Over the past few years mail from America and South Africa has been overlooked by me, dumped in the trash. I don't need to be in touch with anyone but still... at times I wonder what those letters have in them.

When I get home I notice a blue car in my driveway and I have no clue who it belongs to.
I text Frank, asking him if he has any idea who's vehicle it is and telling him to let them know they need to move.

In about two minutes a grey pencil skirt and black heels come around to the area.

I stick my head out the window as she comes closer.

"What are you doing here? I told you I don't have time tonight." I say.

"It's now 4:45 pm. Daytime. I won't wait till weekend." her mouth ends up set in a pout which if so much wasn't going on right now I would find cute.

"Victoria.. since when do you show up unannounced?"

"Since when do you get routine questioning for murder?" She asks raising an eyebrow.

"Go upstairs." I say.

"What?"

"Go upstairs. Find my room."

Pulling her hair over to one shoulder she gives me an ugly look but does as she's told.

I tell Frank he can move her car out of the way and then I pull mine into the garage.

When I get inside I grab a bottle of wine and head up the stairs. Frida runs up to greet me as usual and doesn't leave my side until I open the door to my bedroom.

She is out on the balcony with her arms folded, and although she's not fully turned to my direction I can tell she has her eyebrows knit in frustration.

"Would you like a drink?" I ask her.

She turns and sweeps her eyes from my head, to my feet.
"What I would like, is an explanation. And what you want from me. I want to know you. I want you to tell me if you are a murderer. "

I walk over to her and immediately she tenses.
"Yes. We can talk about all of that, but not just yet," I whisper in her ear, "come inside with me."

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