Black Estate Murder: The Tales Of The Tired One

A Pair Of Tired Eyes

The day had already been stained and tense. And the murder just made it worse. The cloudy grey sky copied the atmosphere that hang around the estate. Depression and suspicion seem to fill the place.

Delilah had been in a fowl awfully sort of mood that you only got away with if you were elderly and rich but a pair of tired eyes watched him closely on this day.

His last day.

You'd think the man would a crack a smile even a smirk at his companions celebrating his successful life. And what a wonderful dark life he was living.

Well, lived.

Kieran bet he was scowling even now, in his death frozen state..Wouldn't you be? What an awful sort of birthday present he had received. Death gift wrapped by the murderer themselves.

And fifty suspects as well. He, himself included.

Like one of Pegasus Murkwood fine soups the plot was thickening and only time would tell when the whole thing boiled over and explode with harsh heat.

Was he really comparing murder to soup at the moment?

Insomnia will do that to you. Perhaps he was just hungry. A murder will that to you.

Despite what others may think, Kieran was actually fond of Mr Black and his heart pained him greatly to think the man a cold corpse now.

It was at his suggestion that Kieran even lived here today. He had been diagnosed with insomnia for as long as he could remember and it had made him a bitter and lonely child- even more now that he had reached adulthood.

But since coming to the estate he had thought--he had thought he might have made some companions if nothing less. But now he realized he didn't know them all that well at all.

He was living with a murderer. And it may, possibly, even be himself.

Even so, there was still a few he felt bonded to. Maria Simmons was one. The paranoid lady was quite the friend when she needed to be and they had long chats over coffee and tea, mainly comparing medicine bottles and his habit of catching chickens and the latest book she had dig up.

Of course recently they talked of other things too. How close Grace Knight and Lesley Griffen had been associating as of late as well Daniel Close Soliciting and Ashton odd finger cut. its also how he learned of Edward Livingstone was treating a burn. Which was more then odd because he was supposed to know Edward better then Maria.

He was sure at one point or another he'd follow up on those claims. He just didn't have the energy at the moment.

Or the social networking skills.

And so their talks had gotten more...interesting.

So had his chats with Miss Palmer. At first she was quite intimidating but he come to know her as a clever woman who was high witted and who could be very informative. That didn't mean though, that he fully trusted her.

Did he really trust anyone anymore?

Then he remember Edith Greene. He had overheard her talking about murder mysteries. Unfortunately he hadn't gotten close enough to see with whom she was speaking with. Kieran was sure of one thing.

Who ever it was, may have been the first to hear Edith new bestseller or her confession to murder.

No, no Edith wasn't like that and she had to have been talking with Emma. They were nice good people.

Wasn't they?

Kieran shook his head. The thoughts were flying away again.

He had bonded with many other fellow tenants as well. To his utter surprise mostly women who were strong and intelligent with class. Hmm, perhaps he was becoming, what was the modern word? Ah yes, a ladies man.