The Journal [A Sequel To Maya's Diary]

Chapter Eighteen

"I can't believe you Leone. You knew it all," I said walking into his office and gasping in sudden regret as I entered while he conversed with two men in uniform, forcing him to casually dismiss them.

"Hello to you too," he replied facing me.

"Oh please don't give me that crap. It was all part of your grand plan; stalling me. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well love if I told you, it wouldn't be a grand plan anymore. Would it?" he asked conceiving a smirk.

"Edward can't go to jail," I said firmly.

"Why is that? I thought you would have been the most excited about the news."

"I would have, but now I have something we both share; my kids. What am I supposed to tell them when they grow up? That their father is to rot in jail?" I asked as I listened to the drops of coffee pour into a cup, making a small black pool.

"No, not like that," he replied with a snigger, "tell them, that their father was an evil man just like Gollum in the Lord of the Rings or Scar in the Lion King or Dracula even. Read it to them as their bedtime story and remind them that if they follow his ways, they too would end up in jail just like him. Coffee?"

"I can't think of coffee right now," I started, laying emphasis on the word 'think', "but he said he was sorry..."

"I'm afraid that's not how the law works love," he replied dropping the cup on his desk and reaching for his drawer. He brought out a pack of rubber gloves from the wooden cabinet and wore it. He withdrew a white cloth that wrapped up a fairly long tool. He carefully unwrapped the cloth and took out a knife. He twisted the handle to a semi circle and observed a streak of blood at the tip before adding in an almost whisper, "you can't just say sorry and be let off the hook else the lot of them would have. You are journalist for God's sake," he completed with a smirk, narrowed his brows to mine in a flirtatious manner and dropped the knife carefully back to be wrapped within the cloth.

"What is that?" I asked, feigning ignorance of his explicit move.

"You tell me. I found this at Edward's, when I went to pay him a little visit. I can see specks of dried blood and I'll love to know of whom. I'm off to the forensic department."

"Wait!" I called back at him, pulling out a book from my bag. It got hitched by the zipper ends, but came out when I exerted a more domineering force, "when I was with Tess, we went through some old high school stuff then we stumbled on this; our year book. Look at this," I started, circling my index finger on a picture. Unlike the others, this one had a page of it's own along with three others. The rest of our pictures got crammed and patched to fit in square boxes with our brief details underneath.

My eyes fell like a flyswatter on my picture by the corner. I couldn't believe that was how I looked like back then.

While my eyes adored my picture, his was fixed on the other I showed him.

"Wow! That's creepy. This guy sure looks a lot like me."