Killing the Unfaithful

12. You Shouldn't Have Cheated

I didn't feel like writing this at all but didn't wanna break my update streak 😭

Next Friday my Boards are starting so the updates for the next month will be irregular, if any.

Dean Pinkard did not know what the hell to do.

After Michael left him in her office and sprinted out, he was as clueless as a penguin in the Sahara desert.

After being admonished by Michael and fed up of being useless, his resolution to do something or get out of this job was strengthened.

With Michael gone god knows where, he had decided to give Tristan a visit.

On his way he passed Thomas Weld, who ignored him completely. He haven't been this ignored in his life before.

When he reached Tristan's house, again he had to tell the police officers watching him about Steffen.

They glared at him as he went in. After all, he wasn't the favourite person around.

He knocked twice before a very disheveled Tristan opened the door.

He had expected him to look better than before, but he looked worst.

His eyes were surrounded by dark circles. His hair was a mess. He looked extremely tired as if having spent sleepless nights.

He raised an eyebrow in question at Dean.

"I'm just here to talk," Dean assured.

Reluctantly he let him in.

"Did Officer Michael send you?" he asked.

Dean nodded unconvincingly. Tristan didn't press him further, which was a relief.

"I'm glad she did. I have something to tell."

At that Dean perked up. "About what?"

"I had a key to Jane's apartment. The last time I used it, I heard Jane and Thomas fighting so I went away."

"How can I trust you? And why are you telling this now?" Dean demanded, remembering his encounter with Rosa.

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "I thought you would already know. After all, there are cameras all over the house."

"There are?" Dean asked surprised. He was sure this hadn't been brought to Michael's notice.

"For quite awhile, yes. Not many know about it. They are hidden well. I know because I helped in installing them."

"What did you see?"

"Jane!" I heard Thomas yelling. The man had money to buy anything, but apparantly not enough to make the walls of his house sound proof.

"Listen to me baby, it's not what you think. He's just a friend."

"Just a friend, huh?" A vase shattered. "Just a friend!"

"How many more lies will you tell me Jane? How many have you already told me? You used me Jane, you always have," his voice faltered with hurt.

After sonic moments of silence, a loud crash resounded.

"How stupid do you think I am? You call someone in my house?"

"How do you know?" She asked so feebly I hardly heard her.

He chuckled darkly. "Does it matter? He was the guy ogling you yesterday, wasn't he?"

When no noise came for a few minutes, I seated myself on the sofa.

"I'm done with your stupid games Jane. You are going to pay for this." With that I a door slammed open.

I could see Jane hugging her knees, sitting on the floor against the wall.

Her face was a mess. Tears ran down her face, with her mascara running.

Thomas gave me a hateful look, and I quickly gave him the documents in my hand.

He grabbed them and wordlessly took the suitcase sitting nearby and left.

I followed him, closing the door.

Tristan looked even more tired as he finished speaking.

And Dean looked like the holy grail was revealed to him.

He had heard some police officers whispering about Jane's another boyfriend.

That's it. "You are going to pay for it" that sounds like a threat- a death threat.

If he had to guess the killer, it would be Thomas Weld without any doubt.

The wine Jane was poisoned with came from India. And who had business in India? Thomas Weld.

He had also found out that the drug she was poisoned with was a medicine Thomas took.

That couldn't be a coincidence.

He hid the presence of CCTV cameras in his house.

Even with his limited knowledge about crime, he was sure there was enough evidence to frame him.

He left for India barely a day before Jane's death. He could have easily Poisoned the wine and he left to escape suspicion.

It made perfect sense.

He quickly left Tristan's house, dialing Steffen.

"Sir, I got the killer."

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