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Sunn Burnn

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Shakespir Edition Copyright 2016 Pamela Joan Barlow Shakespir Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Shakespir.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

 

 

Present day and place

 

 

Saturday June 1st

 

 

9:09 p.m.

Loxahatchee River

Beach town Venus within the US State of Florida (60 miles north of Miami)

Paddle boat setting

Partly cloudy night sky on calm river waters

91 percent humidity with four mph winds at 93°F

 

 

He nudged the guy next to him, watching the sports game and then saw the sexy goddess as she kissed the bar with a pair of big breasts. He smiled and wished that his lips were that bar counter. He enjoyed the new picture, attending the boring ten year Venus High School class reunion of his wife on a fake steam paddle boat.

The boat was machined by gasoline, not water. The water paddle was for decoration, not functionality in the middle of a fresh water lake. The boat had launched from the Venus Harbor at seven o’clock. Venus was a fishing town between the beach cities of Jupiter and Juno Beach with a population of 5,000 individuals, an hour drive north of Miami, his home town.

The current time was nine minutes after nine with tons of empty dinner plates for three hundred hungry high school classmates. He and the guys watched the baseball game while their respective spouses watched the former classmates grow older.

He could not hear her sexy words only see her moving lips, seeing her finger the beer.

The bartender slid over the brew and flirted with the sexy goddess too.

She and the beer pirouetted from the bar counter while he enjoyed the sexy strut in her tight mini-dress, watching the second parting of the Red Sea. Grinning guys forcefully shoved their fat wives out of the goddess’ way for their lustful enjoyment too.

She moved with a sexy priss towards the female.

He gasped and abandoned his television buddies, turning and plowed through the hungry crowd towards the goddess with a whisper for his eardrums only, “Di knows her.” He stopped and parked beside the goddess, chuckling at her jiggling breasts too. “Hey…”

“I am Prensess…Di,” smiled the tall curvy girl.

“Princess Di!?” The goddess turned and frowned at the tall girl.

He turned and frowned at his wife for butchering his surname. “Her name is Diane Prensess. I’m…”

“Brody Prensess, my husband. Brody, this is my former classmate Erik Seamus and his wife Poppy. They live in Miami with us, too,” Diane pointed to the goddess who was named Poppy and her tall husband Erik.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” Brody turned and smiled to Poppy.

“Hello.” Poppy turned and smiled to Brody.

“Coral Gables, not Miami, Princess Di, if you please,” Erik chuckled with Diane and turned with a sneer to see his wife Poppy. “My beer?”

Poppy extended a hand with the cold beer with a smile and a nod to her husband. “Here you go, your beverage, darling.”

Erik accepted the beer and jerked off the paper napkins from the wet bottle with a sneer. “This is a regular beer.”

Poppy smiled with a nod. “I know a bottle of beer.”

Erik pointed to the beer with a sneer to his wife Poppy. “No, I wanted a light beer, not a regular beer. I don’t like the taste of regular beer. I told you that I wanted a light beer.”

“O. I’m sorry.” Poppy looked down with a sad face to see her baby blue painted toenails.

“Did you pay for this, too?” Erik frowned at her blonde hair roots.

Diane reached and grabbed the light beer from the hands of Erik with a smile and a nod. “I’ll take the light beer, Erik. I love this brand of suds. That’s the term Southerns use up there in the state of Alabama, right, Poppy?”

“I guess.” Poppy continued to stare down at her naked toes.

Brody turned and growled at a verbal abusive husband. He saw lots of abuse, living in one of the top ten nasty cities within the USA. But that did not mean that he had to take it right beside his bicep, folding his hand into a tight fist.

Erik turned and frowned at the blonde hair roots of Poppy with a sneer. “Go back to the bar. Tell that damn bartender that I want a regular beer.” He exhaled. “No, I changed my mind. I want a whiskey and a water. Can you remember that word, whiskey?”

“Yes,” Poppy looked up with a smile and a nod to see Erik.

“Good! Go and get moving!” Erik ordered with a sneer. Poppy back stepped from the huddle, turning and moving back to the bar counter. Brody frowned at Erik’s nasty treatment of his precious and sexy wife.

Diane reached with a giggle and a grin and touched Erik on the arm with a set of unpolished finger cuticles, not in baby blue or babe beauty. She was six feet and one inch tall with a curvy womanly frame, a tone of ghostly tinted skin, since she did not use the bright Florida sunlight on her pale skin. Diane wore a pixie brown colored hair style, exposing a set of two caret diamond earrings from her last year’s surprise birthday party by her husband Brody. She was a successful attorney in the city of Miami. She wore a simple elegant designer business suit of chocolate brown pressed cotton.

Diane turned and smiled to Erik. “I’m glad that you finally returned to our conversation, Brody. Erik and I have decided to get reacquainted, after ten long years when we were…”

“Is there something between you and him that I should know about, Di?” He frowned at Diane and Erik.

Diane smiled at Erik. “No, silly boy, we are reacquainting our buddy friendship from our high school days. We both started our first day of kindergarten in the same year, going all the way to graduate high school.”

“Congratulations.” Brody sipped the warm beer.

Diane nodded with a smile to Erik. “Erik and I were the best clarinet players in the Venus High School marching band.”

“I played football, the best defensive end going all the way to State.” Brody turned with a smile and a chuckle to see Poppy at the bar.

Diane smiled at Erik. “We were ‘street ends’ similar to the word ‘book ends.’ Our parents’ residential houses occupied the same city block but at the opposite end of the avenue.”

“Opposite attracts.” Brody turned with a confused brow to Diane and finished the warm beer.

“I forgot all about our creative secret greeting.” Erik turned and winked to Diane.

Diane giggled, “Hi, street end.”

Erik chuckled, “Hey, street end.”

“Ho,” sung Brody with a chuckle, holding the empty glass of beer.

Diane turned and frowned to Brody. “Jealous, Brody’s jealous of our past friendly relationship. Don’t worry, Erik. Those taunt muscles only attack the weight machines inside the fitness room.”

Erik chuckled.

Brody sneered at his wife.

Poppy moved and nudged between Brody and Erik, holding a new beer with a smile and a nod in silence.

“Yo have a fitness room inside your house?” Erik turned and smiled at Brody.

“Here is your new beverage whiskey and water like you requested, sweetheart.” Poppy wiggled the brown liquid with a smile and a nod to her husband Erik.

Diane flipped a hand with a smile. “Erik was never one of my many boyfriends at Venus High, dear. He was the nerdy type.”

Erik chuckled to Diane. “I’m not the nerdy type. You, Princess Di were always the nerdy type, making good grades, since first grade.” He turned and frowned at the whiskey. “Where are the strawberries?”

“Strawberries?” Poppy frowned at Erik.

Erik pointed down to the wiggling alcohol between her hands. “Whiskey always contains red strawberries.” He turned and smiled to Diane. “The sweet fruit enhances the tart corn taste.” He turned and frowned to Poppy. “You forget the strawberries. Did you pay for this too?” He exhaled. “Go back to the bar. Tell that damn bartender to prepare me a fresh whiskey and water with three strawberries. And for gawd’s sake, do not pay for a second drink, since I don’t want to taste that alcohol with your cootie germ breathing over the glass.”

“I’ve never heard of strawberries in a tumbler of whiskey, Erik.” Brody turned and smiled down at hair roots of Poppy as she looked down and stared at the whiskey.

Erik turned and nodded with a smile to Brody. “Like Tom Sawyer of the Quartet, who likes to drink whiskey with tons of strawberries…?”

“What the fuck?” Brody turned and frowned to Erik.

Tom Sawyer was one the e-novel fictional characters inside the fictional e-book “The Quartet.” Brody enjoyed the e-books too but did not enjoy Erik, flirting with his wife.

Erik looked down with a smile to see the baby blue toes painted like a high school teen on Poppy. “No fault really, Poppy doesn’t drink alcohol, only sweet milk, part of her southern charming lady manners. Right, dear?” Erik looked up with a smile and turned to see Diane. “Southern belles don’t drink or fight, only look pretty.” He turned and frowned at his wife.” Get going, I’m thirsty.”

Brody wrapped an arm around Poppy, sneering at Erik. “I’m coming with you, Poppy. Let me explain to the bartender that a whiskey always comes with tons of strawberries. Since, it’s totally illogical to send someone for a whiskey beverage, who hasn’t tasted a tongue pinch of alcohol.”

Erik parted lips at Brody. Brody spun around, shoving people to the side to the bar, moving him and Poppy down the crowded aisle. “Did Brody insult me, Diane?”

Diane giggled with a smile. “No, he’s funny. That’s his lame humor roaring, when he’s hungry like a lion. When’s dinner being served?” She looked down with a sour frown to see the designer wrist watch.” The time is passed nine o’clock.”

 

 

Bar counter setting

 

 

Brody shoved the last guy from the pathway, using those taunt muscles and slammed into the bar counter, pulling Poppy beside him, “Hey, buddy, give me a whiskey and a water, please.”

“The strawberries…” Poppy stared at the bartender with a worried brow.

Brody leaned down with a smile and sniffed her sweet perfume. “The bartender will make the alcoholic beverage first. Then I’ll kindly ask him to add the strawberries. That okay with you, honey?”

“Yes,” she smiled at the bar counter.

“Okay with me, too?” He watched the bartender pour the whiskey. “Is Poppy a nickname of some kind? The flower is colored red, needing lots of sunshine to grow short, not tall. I don’t really see the resemblance to your beautiful self, baby.”

“Thank you,” she smiled at the bar counter.

He looked at the bartender. “Hey, buddy, please add about four strawberries on top like an ice cream sundae.” The bartender nodded in silence. “Thanks, man.” He looked down with a smile, seeing her body. “You got long blonde hair, long tanned legs, and a long sweet twang to your fluttering flute.”

“I’m from the South, specifically Alabama,” she smiled down at the bar counter.

“I can hear your pretty twang. I like the way you talk. It’s cute. So, your daddy called you, Poppy, back home in Bama.”

She frowned down at the bar counter. “No, my daddy calls me, Veronica. Erik renamed me, Poppy.”

Brody sneered. “Erik!” He reached down and lifted out from a pocket, handing the bartender a twenty dollar bill for the hard work and obedience service, waiting on a bunch of asshole former classmates at Venus High School. “Keep the change, man!”

“Thank you, sir.” The bartender smiled with a nod, scooping up the money.

Brody back stepped from the bar counter and spun around, moving them back toward the huddle of Erik and his wife Diane through the crowded and hot room inside the auditorium of a paddle boat.

Veronica said with worry. “Erik said not to pay the bartender for another new beverage.”

Brody smiled. “I like Veronica much better than Poppy. Is that okay that I use your formal name, Veronica? And I paid for Erik’s drink out of the kindness of my pocket book. That’s our little secret, right, Veronica?”

“I like for you to call me, Veronica, too.” She smiled with a nod, moving through the crowded room back to her husband.

“Great, we’ve accomplished our assigned task, Veronica. Erik has a new drink with tons of strawberries. Let’s give him this present and then search for some food, before I starve to death.” She smiled in silence as he scattered the crowd with more taunt muscles. Then Brody lifted the new beverage into his lips, smelling the tart strawberries and rolled a tongue inside a mouth, wadding up his personal mouth spit into a ball. Brody parted his lips and spat the mouth salvia down into Erik’s whiskey and strawberry beverage, lifting the drink into the air without spilling the precious commodity. He whispered for his eardrums only. “Yeah, that secret ingredient should really make Erik’s taste buddies sing in manly baritone.” He chuckled with delight.

Sunday June 2nd

 

 

11:54 a.m.

Venus Beach setting

Atlantic Ocean location

Sunny and blue sky

95 percent humidity with four mph winds at 95°F

 

 

Brody moved from his parked vehicle last.

Erik and Diane had quickly dashed over the hot sands in shoes and grabbed two of the empty chairs underneath a shared umbrella over the heated beach sands.

Brody slowly moved toward the rear set of the chairs with Erik and Diane, spotting Veronica, who played in the ocean waves. He moved ahead with a smile, kicking off a flip flop, squishing a pair of naked toes through the sand toward Veronica. Then he pounced on her, wrapping both arms around her waist, tapping her breasts, smiling with sinful lust. He chuckled. “Good morning, darling.”

“Morning, Brody.” Veronica felt his heat and his heaviness, covering a body with a grin and a giggle of his silliness.

He fall backward and landed on his ass-cheeks inside ankle-deep water, planting both feet into the cool water with a chuckle. Veronica fell backward and landed inside his lap, placing the basket between her legs in the sandy water with a grin and a giggle of his silliness, “Brody!”

He chuckled into her eardrum with a grin, “Not sorry, but it shore was fun, baby doll.” She struggled to stand from his hug with a giggle. He lifted her upright over the sand, heating a face with her naked ass in that small throng with a smirk and a chuckle.

She moved forward from him and dropped down on both kneecaps into the water, picking at the sand in silence.

He turned and frowned at Diane. She and Erik were lounging inside a beach chair that was built for two assholes, watching Erik play with her right hand, since her left hand held a twenty thousand dollar diamond engagement ring and a wedding band set.

A beach towel covered them from the waist down, wondering if Erik was playing with his dick with a right hand, not seeing the limb within Brody’s acute vision.

 

 

Last night on Saturday

Bar table setting

 

 

Erik had flirted with Diane throughout dinner and dessert in front of him, Veronica, and the table guests, pissing Brody’s ego all the way to the moon and then back down to the eating table.

Then if that wasn’t enough, Diane had vacated their posh and lush ocean-view fourteen floor hotel suite for a new parking lot view from a room within Erik’s shitty motel while attending after dinner drinks with her former classmate.

Veronica had pooped out inside the bar around eleven pm along with Brody, while Erik and Diane partied until early Sunday morning.

 

 

Sunday morning

3:02 a.m.

Hotel room setting of Diane and Brody

 

 

Diane had rolled into the motel room smelly, sweaty, and swearing from alcoholic consumption.

Brody had covered a face with the pillow for more unhappy slumber, rolling onto a side of the queen sized mattress.

Then Diane had rested and spent the night alone inside the second queen-sized bed of the shitty motel room.

The reunion class had planned a picnic outing for meeting the children of each classmate. However, Diane and Erik didn’t have any children, so they elected to sleep overtime on a nice sunny morning in Venus, Florida.

 

 

10:04 a.m.

 

 

Brody had awoke first and then was drafted to gather coffee for the weak-minded idiots and then dictated to drive his car to the beach picnic scene.

Erik only owned and drove a two-seater sports car.

Brody had driven and parked his utility vehicle over the golden tinted sands on the far side of the beach, since Diane had picked a spot with a set of empty beach chairs that was far away from the nosily kids with the bragging parents.

 

 

Present day and place

11:11 a.m.

Beach setting

 

 

Brody turned and stared at the ass of Veronica. She stood in the water exposing her sexy nakedness. Her big breasts bounced side to side, while her ass nicely fit inside a throng. He grunted with pleasure. He decided that if Erik was flirting with his wife, then Brody would flirt with Erik’s wife.

He recalled from one of his English Literature classes at Miami-Dade University. All things were equal in both war and love.

He fell forward over the sands in a doggie style pose, padding ahead on fours (his palms and his toes) toward her ass for a second attack. He bumped into her body and sat back onto both kneecaps, wrapping both biceps around her breasts, before Veronica tumbled down into the ocean waves. She giggled with a grin of his fun attack. He leaned over her collar bone with a chuckle and a smile. “What are you doing there in the sand, Veronica, sweetheart?”

“Picking up seashells,” she stared and hunted through the sand for a new shell within the shallow water.

Brody turned and frowned at the basket of shells near her kneecap. “You got a basket full of pretty ones, small ones, medium ones, some nice large ones.”

She reached and captured, smiling down at the new shell. “Thank you! All shells are pretty with shiny colors of tan, white, silver, and pink.”

“Why do you need more of them? Your basket’s almost full to the rim.”

“I use the seashells as art.”

“That’s sweet. What kind of art?” He watched her dig into the sand.

“Children’s art,” she found and captured another seashell, reaching up and placed inside the full basket.

He smiled at her kind-hearted behavior with the precious little children. She would be a great mom, one day. Brody asked. “That’s very sweet. Can you show me your art, one day, darling?”

She pulled out a seashell from the basket, placing it down on the sand and drew a set of curvy lines with her finger and a smile. “I take a seashell and glue it down onto a piece of white or tan construction paper, the thicker, the better. Then I take various pretty colored crayons, drawing a series of half-moon circles, completely surrounding the seashell and beyond toward the four edges.”

“A rose,” He grinned down at the art work in the sand.

She smiled. “Thank you. I made a Florida rose. The shell is the center seed while the curves are the petals, imitating a full bloom rose.”

“That’s too very sweet. Why do you do that, sweetheart?”

“I give the pieces of my completed art work to the children, coming into the radiation therapy department at Charity Coral Gable Hospital, where I work. Or sometimes, I glue a seashell into the middle of the paper and then provide a small pack of crayons for the child to busy their active mind, before they’re required to be treated with nasty laser beams for their cancer disease.”

“Awe, that’s too sugary sweet. You’re a nice girl, Veronica. Erik’s a damn lucky guy.”

“Thanks, Brody. I just want the little children to feel better during their painful radiation treatment.”

“I feel better, watching you pick the seashells, drawing the art work, and telling your sweet story.” He reached down and dug into the water, pulling a broken shell, noticing that she only selected the un-damaged shells. He tossed the broken shell back into the ocean water continuing the search for a new one.

“Thanks, Brody.”

He reached down and hunted for a complete shell, placing in the full basket. “Here ya go, darling!”

“Thank you, honey,” she pulled out three more seashells, placing into the basket with a smile.

He hunted and found two more new shells, smiling at her. “You are fine, I mean, full. We filled that basket full, baby.”

“I should’ve brought along a second basket. I was rushed living Miami, yesterday.”

He chucked. “Girls, you should pack your delicate things, the night before.”

She fiddled with the basket and shells. “I did that but Erik wasn’t happy with my clothing selection. He provides guidance, sometimes.”

“Erik!” Brody turned and sneered at Erik. Erik was holding a beverage in the right hand. He guessed wrong that the asshole was not fucking a dick but seemed to be mind-fucking Diane’s vagina, snarling at Erik.

“Is there something wrong, Brody?” Veronica stood and frowned at the hair roots of Brody.

He stood and turned with a smile to see Veronica, smiling. “Well, you looked really pretty last night in that blue dress. I guess Erik’s got really good taste.”

“That’s kind of you to share. Well, that’s my stash for today.” She lowered and swung the basket side to side with a deep sigh.

He reached down and grabbed the basket. “Let me carry that, darling. You can pick dozens or hundreds of seashells by the seashore in Miami Beach or Key Biscayne Beach.” Brody wrapped an arm around her shoulder, guiding them toward the food, since he was hunger for both sweet things.

“Yes, you’re correct. But I have to traverse by myself, since Erik doesn’t want to accompany me far away from our house in the Gables. And he forbids me to go anywhere out, alone.”

“Man, Erik’s right about that, honey. You should never go anywhere alone by your sweet selfie around Miami, without an armed escort.” He turned and looked down with a smirk at her wiggling big breasts.

She stared at the smoke from the cooking grills of food with a grin and a giggle. “I can’t live in a seashell, Brody.”

He cuddled her. “Right, darling, how’s this? We eat some good smelling hamburgers prepared by the amateur chefs of Venus High School and then run you and me to a near-by store. I buy about ten more wicker baskets for hundreds of seashells. We spent the rest of afternoon, hunting our prey for the children.”

She turned and smiled at his nose profile. “The children, thanks so much, Brody.”

“My pleasure, baby doll,” He smiled at her, moving them back to the picnic area with a grin and a chuckle.

Monday June 3rd

 

 

4:27 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Erik and Veronica Seamus

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

The front door sound with a loud knock.

She ran through the house, stopping and stood in front of the closed door with a whisper, “Right on time!”

The door opened.

She smiled at the young adult. “Hola, Egordo!” She handed a brown colored package to the gopher for the law firm with a nod and a stern face, “Are there any new contracts for me, today?”

“No, Senitora,” Egordo accepted with a smile and a nod, dropping the package down inside the bag along with others for the local law firm.

She said in limited Spanish words with a nod and a smile, since lots of people spoke two or more languages within the city of Miami. “Si, Gracias! Good night, Egordo. See ya, tomorrow.”

“Buenos dias!” Egordo back stepped with a smile and a nod, turning and dashed to the bicycle.

She leaned over and grabbed all the postal mail from a mounted mailbox near the front door, back stepping and closed the door. She turned, moving ahead into the dining room, flipping through the monthly invoices. Her personal mobile telephone sounded with a southern song.

She dashed and stopped in front of the dining table, seeing a familiar photo on the mobile telephone and lifted the phone, swishing it active and landed into an eardrum, saying with a smile and a nod to her husband, “Hi, darling!” She continued to sort his mail from her mail at the dining room table surface.

Pause.

“I had a good day at work, too. And guess what? Great news, I don’t have any legal work to fix, this evening. I could skip my modeling session with Felix at five. So maybe, you can come home, a little early. We could go out to dinner around the corner and try a new…”

Pause.

“O. You’re working, tonight. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Your clients are very demanding. I wish you could speak to your supervisor about all your overtime hours…”

Pause.

“It was a fleeing mental thought. That’s all, darling.”

Pause.

“Yes, I’m going to model, tonight. Yes, I’ll be home around nine o’clock or so, my usual arrival time, sweetheart. Have a good time with your client! Enjoy your dinner, babe. See ya later, much later, in the evening, Erik.” She lowered and disconnected the telephone call, placing the mobile telephone on top of the dining room table.

She continued to sort the mail into his and her stacks, since her husband Erik had ordered her to never open his private correspondence. She neatly shuffled the loose envelopes into a neat pile, since Erik was a neat-freak with his mail, his clothes, his furniture, his car, and his house.

She lifted and examined her personal mail with a stern face, “Junk. Junk. Junk. Bank statement,” she ripped the flap, smiling at the money amount on the paper with a nod, “Looking good, darling!”

Sunday June 9th

 

 

11:50 a.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Erik and Veronica Seamus

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunny

 

 

The door bell sounded with a ding.

“Where are the linen napkins?” Erik squatted down over the floor in front of the last drawer of the stoneware cabinet, tossing individual small boxes of serving utensils onto the floor with a sour frown.

Veronica dashed from the kitchen to the front door and stopped.

The door opened.

She stood with a smile and a nod to the teen, reaching out and grabbed the numerous pizza boxes, back stepping from the door and turned, shuffling to the side table, resting the pizza boxes on top. She back stepped and turned, moving ahead with a smile to the teen, offering cash money for the delivery plus a nice tip and accepted two more bags of food, waving a hand goodbye for the home delivery of the pizza.

The teen looked down at the nice tip with a smile in silence, back stepping and turned, dashing to the rusty car. The pizza delivery teen left the property of Erik and Veronica Seamus.

Erik continued to kneel on the floor with sour frown and a shout. “Do you tip more two dollars for the pizzas?”

The door closed.

“Okay.” Veronica back stepped from the closed door with a grin and a giggle, tipping with a twenty dollar bill to the nice and sweaty teen for the pizza delivery and swung around.

He continued to toss more small boxes from the open drawers onto the floor with a sour frown. “Where are the napkins?”

She moved ahead and stopped, standing in front of the dining room table, holding the two bags with a smile. “The napkins are in the kitchen.”

He continued to squat on the floor with a sigh and a sour frown. “Why in the hell are the expensive linen napkins inside the kitchen? Where inside the kitchen? Which cabinet drawer? The expensive linen napkins are supposed to be here inside this bottom drawer of the first curio.”

She turned and moved, stopping and stood in front of the buffet cabinet, dumping the sacks of food into an individual serving dish and halted the motion with a confused brow. “Why are we using my great-grandmother’s delicate bone China serving platters and the individual plates, Erik?” She turned and scanned the nice table setting of China dishes and silverware, and crystal goblets of iced drinking water.

Erik continued to squat and returned all the small boxes back into the last drawer with a sour frown. “We have company coming in three minutes. Where are the linen napkins, Poppy? You need to replace anything back into the proper drawer, damn.”

“Erik, this is my great-grandmother’s China setting. It’s about hundred years old. I don’t think we should be using this particular placement for eating pizza, dear,” she started to unload and arrange the food over each serving dish with a worried brow.

He swung around a sour face and frowned at her body. “Poppy, you act and look like a redneck princess. Where are your shoes?” He turned around and opened the last box, finding the expensive linens, standing and spun around, moving ahead to the decorated dining room table, stopping and stood in place, folding each napkin for the lunch meal with sour frown.

She stopped decorating the dishes, looking up with a smile and a nod to see his hair roots. “It’s just Diane and Brody for our fun pool party. Geez, we see them almost every weekend. Actually, we see them at the bank’s social dinners, every Friday and Saturday night. Then we entertain them every Sunday, since June first, the night of your ten year high school class reunion. Remember, darling?” she looked down with a smile, slapping the food into the two large serving dishes.

Erik looked down with a growl to see her clothing. Veronica wore a see-through netting bathing cover over the bikini with a blue jeans skirt underneath her naked legs and a pair of bare feet. He snarled at her body. “Why do you mention that particular date?”

She arranged the food with a smile inside each serving dish. “I remember all dates and events, all the time, Erik. That was the night, you introduced me to Diane. She called herself, Princess Di. That’s cute!” She giggled.

Erik looked down with a sigh and finished folding the napkins and then straightened the delicate crystal goblets of drinking water, making the dining table look elegantly pretty, saying with a sour frown. “I know that fact. Damn it, Brody has captured a market of physicians. His law firm represents almost ninety percent of the medical physicians within the inner city and surrounding communities of Miami. And physicians have money to spend or save. And they need banks and bankers, like me, to save their monies,” grinning.

She looked up with a confused brow to see black hair roots of Erik. “But I thought Diane was your old high school classmate. And this was fun for us, having a new couple to spend time and do fun activities in Miami. Are you just using Brody for his ninety physicians?” She looked down with a smile, slapping more food items into the large serving dishes.

He looked up with a gasp and a sour frown, seeing her hair roots. “You’re a dumb shit, Poppy. No, I’m not using Brody for his ninety physicians. We’re having a fun time with Diane. I’m an investment banker. I got that way by investing money, other people’s money. Since, I don’t have millions of dollars to invest for myself. That’s how I make my bonuses and monthly salary by investing other people’s money, like physicians with millions of dollars…”

She continued to arrange the sacks of food inside each serving dish with a confused brow. “Okay. I’m sorry. I misunderstand the social arrangement. But I still don’t understand why we’re using my great-grandmother’s…”

“…to impress Brody with our good taste, Poppy. Put on a pair of high heels for gawd’s sakes! You act and sound like a hillbilly from Alabama, already. You sure don’t need to look like one, as well,” he reached over and fiddled with the real flower arrangement on top of the dining table.

She stared down at the pretty display of food with a smile and a giggle. “But I am a hillbilly from Bama. This is the middle of the summertime in Miami. It’s hot, sizzling hot. The cool terrazzo is comfortable to my naked toes, ya’ll.” She looked down with a smile to her wiggling toes in the colors of yellow, looking up to arrange the dessert over the large platter. “The pizzas are on top f the jewelry display case.”

“Geez, for gawd’s sake, Poppy, it is a glass side table, not a jewelry display case. You make the piece of flat glass and tacky black paint sound grandiose and royal like an English princess. A glass table,” he back stepped from the dining room with the formal setting with a nod, satisfied with the arrangement, turning and stomped to the glass table, stopping and lifted the boxes into the air, turning and toted all the boxes into the kitchen, placing on top of the counter.

The door bell sounded with a ding.

He frowned at the pizza boxes inside the kitchen. “Damn, they’re here. I’m not ready with the proper presentation of the food.”

“I’ll get it,” she dropped the bags over the table, wiping both hand onto the one of the cloth napkin and dropped the napkin over the table too, swinging around with a smile, dashing toward the front door.

The door opened.

Brody and Diane smiled and stood inside the archway, wearing a pair of assorted shoes. Veronica smiled with a nod. “Come on it, ya’ll!” She back stepped from the front door, topping and stood inside the foyer.

“Hey, babe,” Brody entered through the archway, stopping and stood, wrapping both biceps around her tiny bikini, chuckling with lust.

Diane marched forward on a pair of designer ballerina flats toward Erik. He exited the kitchen, stopping and stood in place inside the dining room with a smile, wearing a dark green shirt and a pair of khaki trousers underneath a pair of boat shoes, without socks. Diane leaned over and hugged Erik with a smile.

Erik pulled back with a sour frown. “Sorry, Diane, the food presentation is a mess. I was rushed.” He looked around Diane to see the naked feet of Veronica with a sigh. “I always have to dress the child, before any social event. Poppy, put on shoes now!”

Diane turned and frowned at the same naked feet of Veronica in silence.

“What for, Erik?” Brody pulled back with a confused brow from Veronica, turning her around, swinging an arm around her shoulder. They moved ahead and stopped, standing in front of the well-dressed couple Erik and Diane.

Diane and Erik, both wore a dark green blouse and a khaki skirt with a pair of walking shoes.

“Diane, we should be going.” Erik turned and smiled into her cheekbone.

Brody wore a set of swimming trunks, a pair of flip flops and an old T-shirt, staring with a confused brow at Diane and Erik. “Going where, man? We just got here. And why are you dressed like going to a funeral.” He chuckled. “This is a pool party. Right, baby?” He cuddled closer to Veronica with a smile and a nod.

Veronica smiled with a nod, “Right, honey!” She frowned, “Erik, where are you going, sweetheart?”

Diane reached up and palmed the necklace, matching the dark green blouse on her fashion outfit, not for swimming.

Brody stared with a sour frown at the glittering emerald necklace on his wife. “Return the gems, Di.”

Diane caressed the necklace, the bracelet, and then the matching ring with a smile. “O. Your emeralds made my formal flock on Saturday night look very exotic and extravogrand, Poppy.”

Erik smiled at the cheekbone of Diane, “Extravogrand, good one, honey! And you did look divine, Diane, like a royal princess.”

Diane slapped a chest with a smile and a nod, facing Brody. “Prensess Di, that’s me.”

He frowned at his wife. “I glad you remembered to bring back the jewelry, Di. Now, place the stones back into their home,” Brody turned and viewed the glass table that held all the jewelry of Veronica.

Erik turned and smiled, reaching down and patted Diane on the arm with a nod at Veronica. “She can wear them for a little longer period of time, right, Poppy?”

“Of course, you’re not properly dressed for swimming, anyways?” Veronica smiled.

Erik turned and smiled at the cheekbone of Diane. “I think you should give the emeralds to Diane, Poppy. You never wear them, anyplace. Diane is an important attorney for her law firm. She needs to impress her new clients.”

“Well…” Veronica frowned with puzzlement at Erik.

Brody turned and growled at Erik. “Hell, naw, that jewelry belonged to Veronica’s grandmother. These rare items are family heirlooms.”

Erik smiled at his wife. “Poppy, you possess lots of extra jewelry. You should share your gifts like the Holy Bible reads with your good friends.”

“Well…” Veronica frowned with puzzlement at her husband Erik.

Brody turned and frowned at his wife, “No, Erik and Di. If ya wanted some gem stones, girl, I can buy you any type of jewelry piece from the Miami Diamond Store. I’m your husband. Husbands give gifts to their wives for both love and honor. Hell, honey, we can leave, right now. I can take you to the Miami Diamond Store on Miracle Mile and buy you some emeralds. What do you say, Di?”

Erik turned and smiled at the cheekbone of Diane. “No, not right now, Diane and I are going to meet the next store neighbor.” He turned and smiled at his wife Veronica. “He is…uh…one of our…uh…long last school mates…uh…from years old.”

Veronica frowned at her husband. “Really, the young couple is? I don’t recall their first names. I don’t think I’ve never formally met them. When did you meet them, Erik?”

Erik tossed an arm with a sour frown at his wife. “You’re always too busy, working all the damn time. You don’t socialize with any human body, Poppy, but the computer keyboard at Charity Hospital or the evening gown, you bear cuddle during your modeling assignments. Right, Poppy?” Erik and Diane chuckled.

Veronica turned red faced with embarrassment. Brody turned and snarled at the evil twins. She exhaled. “I spend my free time with the children at the hospital and three year old kids at the church during Sunday school.”

“That’s not socializing with your peer adult group, Poppy.” Erik chuckled with Diane.

Veronica nodded with a stern face. “I do work lots of hours from sunup to sundown, but we need the…”

Erik released Diane and stomped into the face of his wife with a sneer, viciously grabbed, yanking her arm from Brody. Then they scooted around Brody, moving into the darkness of the hallway that was located between the dining room and the master bedroom and stopped, standing out of sight of the other couple. He released her arm and leaned over, sneering with a whisper into her. “Do not discuss our dirty laundry in front of visitors.”

“I find that I have to defend my person…”

“Do not…” Erik growled. “Don’t act like a Bama redneck from whence the place that you came either. We do not ever discuss our private lives with anyone, but my family members.”

“But…”

Erik sneered, “Never, me and Diane are visiting our old friend for a few minutes. You’re to get all the pizzas heated, since the meats and breads are cold. We’ll be back in about an hour or so.”

“Then I’ll heat the food when ya’ll return to…”

Erik reached out and grabbed her arm again with a sneer. “Now, I want the food heated, now. I want you to obey me, now. You’re my wife. I’m the man of the house. Do as I say like the Holy Bible states and quit embarrassing me in front of my company.”

She jerked her arm from her husband with a gasp. “You’re hurting…”

He shoved her from his face, swinging around with a fake smile, moving from the hallway and stopped, standing in front of Diane. He extended an arm with a smile and a nod. Diane accepted the arm. They twisted around and faced the front door, wearing a secret smirk, moving ahead tot eh closed door. Erik shouted with a smirk to his wife and Brody. “We’ll be back in an hour. Then we eat and have some fun.”

Veronica moved ahead with a stern face, coming out from the dark hallway, passing behind the back spine of Brody and entered the kitchen.

Brody stared at Erik and his wife with a confused brow. “Not much water fun in a pair of stiff pants, Erik! Di, where’s your bikini? The new expensive red colored one imported from the foreign country of Italy, I purchased at the Miami Mall here. You just had to have special for the pool party at Erik’s, today.”

Diane stared and marched forward to the closed front door, passing by her husband with a smile. “We’ll be back in an hour, Brody. I’ll return your jewelry upon coming back from visiting our old class mate. Why don’t you entertain Poppy for Erik, Brody?”

The door opened.

Erik and Diane moved outside into the heated day.

The door closed.

“Gladly,” Brody turned with a nod and a grin and dashed into the kitchen, coming up from behind and stopped, standing and wrapped both biceps around her body, touching her fingers. She fiddled with the pizza boxes. He stopped her from opening the boxes, saying with a grunt into her eardrum. “Hey, darling, let us go and have some fun inside the warm heated pool water, while they…”

She stared down with a smile at his hands as his hands tickled her fingers with delight. “I’m supposed to heat the cold pizzas.”

He leaned into her hot body with a smirk. “Naw, baby doll, we heat them, later.”

“Erik told me…”

“And Di told me to entertain you. You know I always obey my boss lady. Since, women really rule the world in my fantasy novel.”

“You’re silly, Brody.” She reached down and touched his hands with a smile.

He pulled her from the kitchen counter, swinging her into his face with a wink. “And you’re sexy, Veronica. Come on. I don’t like swimming alone.”

She frowned. “Our pool is garden style more for landscape decoration, not swimming.”

“Hey, water’s water, and fun’s fun, and hot’s hot, I got my swimming clothes on. And you got your cute little tiny throng on.” He turned and dragged her toward the French door with a smile, leading out into the back yard and released her hand with a chuckle. He ran ahead of her with a smile. “Last one inside the pool has to fetch the beers.”

She dashed behind his back spine toward the door last with a giggle and a grin.

Sunday July 7th

 

 

City of Coral Gables

2:02 p.m.

Home of Veronica and Erik Seamus

Sidewalk setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

“Damn,” Brody slammed the car brakes at the city street intersection of Camilo Avenue and Salzedo Street with a sour frown. “Typical Gables, another old weathered sun encrusted old timer has bit the dust, folks. Seems all the available squad police cars from the entire Gables police department have occupied the entire 300 block of Camilo.” He steered and pulled the vehicle, parking onto the grass medium, which is owned and maintained by Coral Gables City Hall. “Get out, Erik. It’s the end of the line, chuckling.

“What!?” Erik frowned at the forward wind shield with confusion.

Brody leaned over with a smile and hugged onto Veronica who was sitting shotgun with him inside the front passenger seat.

Diane rode in the rear seat with Erik, coming back from the airport.

They all had returned from the Bahamas isles, celebrating America’s birthday over the Fourth of July weekend and getting a sizzling bright sunburn from the sands of the tropic islands within the Atlantic Ocean. They went swimming and sun tanning on the beach, except the couple of a pale skinned Erik and Diane who both drank bottles of alcohol and then ordered food platters of room service inside paid hotel room by Brody.

Brody always read the final invoice from a twenty-second floor rental hotel room. The room overlooked the bluish-green Atlantic Ocean for miles at six thousand dollars per night. The interior living room and bedroom suite were painted in golden hues of silky satin and black beading on the two long sofas and the six oversized soft sitting chairs. The color scheme had bleed into the three individual bedrooms. There was a dining room table, standing underneath a glass chandelier.

Looking at the ten thousand dollar invoice from the rental of the hotel room, Brody had guessed that Erik became really hungry, consuming three bottles of champagne and two teacups of caviar, after brilliantly playing Chop Sticks on the piano with two fingers inside the rented hotel suite. While Brody and Veronica went scuba diving around the coral reef, parasailing with the clouds, and finally built the highest sand skyscraper over the white sands of the beach.

“What the fuck, Brody?” Diane leaned over, bad breathing into the exposed rear neck of Brody, since he hugged on Veronica in the front seat of the utility vehicle.

“Just shitting ya’ll, silly monkeys. Get out, Erik. I’ll help you tote your luggage to your Gables estate.” Brody didn’t bother to view the distorted face on Diane, leaning with a smile into the blonde soft hair of Veronica. “I’ll carry you and your bag, baby doll.”

“Brody, you’re too silly.” Veronica pulled back with a grin and a giggle, reaching over and touched the door handle of the passenger seat. The door opened. She slid out from the seat, standing in a pair of spiked heels, drowning inside the manicured grass, side stepping toward the rear hatch of the vehicle.

The hatch opened, revealing a set of numerous pieces of colorful bags and suitcases.

Erik exited from the rear passenger seat, standing in the grass, leaning inside and assisted Diane to stand upright from the vehicle. They cuddled and moved ahead and turned, stopping and stood in front of the open hatch door of the vehicle.

Erik leaned inside and grabbed four suitcases in both hands with a smirk, pulling the items back with a smile, turning and presented all four pieces of luggage to the open palms of Veronica with a smile. He dropped down from his open hand a set of four heavy suitcases into both of her open palms with a chuckle and a grin. She accepted the four pieces of luggage and quickly tumbled forward from the disproportion weight of four heavy suitcases against her slimness over the manicured grass.

Brody dashed from the front bumper of his vehicle, standing behind, grabbing Veronica around her breasts and her waist, before she smashed a bloody face into the rear bumper with a sneer at Erik. “Fuck, Erik, you couldn’t seriously injured Veronica.”

Diane stood in place, wearing a pair of designer flats, not holding a suitcase with a grin and a giggle. “Poppy looks like a rough and tough good sport to me, Brody. She’s a big girl and can take care of her selfie, right, girlfriend?”

Brody pulled Veronica into a chest, saying with a worried brow into the eardrum of Veronica. “Drop the luggage, darling! The thick leather is too heavy for your delicate hands. Diane can carry them. She got restaurant diner dishpan mitts from working as a lowly waitress during her law school days.” He looked up with a smirk and a wink to see his wife.

Diane sneered at her husband. “You b…being a poor sport, Brody.”

He smiled into the natural blonde and soft hair roots of Veronica. “Grab a suitcase in each hand, Diane. Then I’ll grab the other four for baby doll, Veronica. Why did you pack so much stuff, darling, for a three day trip.” Brody leaned down and retrieved the four fallen luggage from the grass, standing upright, holding two suitcases in each hand with a smile, staring at the back spine of Veronica.

Veronica moved ahead and stopped, standing and leaned into the rear hatch, jerking out a single bag of hot pink into the air with one hand with a smile. “I brought one bag with my bikini, since we only went to the hot sandy beach, all day and night. I didn’t need to wear anything else, Brody.” She turned and winked at Brody, moving ahead over the vanilla colored sidewalk, leading back to her house.

Brody pulled up beside her with a grin. “Fuck, are you gay, Erik?”

“No.” Erik strolled behind the back spines of Brody and Veronica with a sour frown, toting one of his personal bags.

Brody chuckled. “Cause, only a gay man uses more than one bag, buddy. Shit, if I had known that all the luggage bags belonged to Erik, I would have left it smushing the green Augustus grass,” laughing.

“Quit being a dick, Brody.” Diane moved beside Erik, totting another one of Erik’s suitcases.

They swiftly moved over the sideway, seeing the commotion ahead.

Brody stared with a confused brow at the house of Erik and Veronica. “Whoa, I think your neighbor died, Erik. Could it have been the nice old lady on the side of your bedroom? She looked pretty old.”

“Pretty dumb,” Erik chuckled.

Veronica frowned, “Not correct, Erik! Mrs. Hogan isn’t dumb or deaf. She’s blind. So sad, she was a librarian at the local high school, right up the street at the intersection of Ponce and LeJeune. Then she became really sick and was placed inside the ICU in the hospital, after collapsing inside her home. Her blood pressure dropped so low that it became even math numbers like sixty over sixty. And then, her oxygen wasn’t getting into her brain cells. She became blind. I visit her every Wednesday afternoon, right after work, bringing her cookies.”

Erik smirked. “That you purchased at the local baker. Poppy can’t cook nothing.”

Brody leaned over with a smile into her cheekbone. “That’s sugary sweet, babe. I like cookies, too. What kind?”

“Chocolate chip,” Veronica smiled.

“I like chocolate chips, too.” Brody smiled and stopped in shock.

Veronica stopped and gasped, “Erik?”

 

 

Front porch setting

 

 

Brody dropped all the luggage pieces on top of the concrete sidewalk with a confused brow, “Whoa, my man, Erik, I don’t know here. But I think your house has been robbed.”

“Fucking shit!” Erik dropped the single piece of luggage onto the sidewalk, dashing to a huddle of standing uniformed police officers of Coral Gables. There were three police cars and two fire trucks that were killing the manicured green grass inside the medium strip. Erik stopped and stood in place with a yell of panic to the nearest eardrum of the police officer. “I’m the owner. What’s the matter here?”

“You got some identification, sir?” The police officer looked up with a stern face to see the man. Erik reached down and pulled out his wallet, retrieving the Florida driver’s license with the current address of his house and handed it to the officer with a stern face.

Veronica dashed and stopped, standing in place, wringing her hands with sobs of tears to the second uniformed police officer. “My cats, I have cats. Did you see my cats? There are two of them inside the house.”

Erik turned and frowned at the front window of his house, “Who the shit cares about those stupid animals? Look at my house! Some bastard has stolen all our precious possessions, Poppy.” He scanned the exterior of his house for any damage, not seeing any destruction.

The first police officer near Erik doubled checked the driver’s license against the robbed address, handing back the item and said to Erik with a stern face. “Here is your driver’s license. Mr. Seamus, we’re finger printing all the windows and doors along with some of the open bedroom and kitchen wooden cabinets at the moment. Please don’t interfere right now. Once, we have documented and recorded the entrance and exit points inside the house, you can come down to the police station and collect an official police robbery report. And then, you can contact your insurance company. The insurance company will pay for the busted door in the rear of your house along with all and any missing items, including the television.”

Erik gasped. “My television is missing.”

The second police officer frowned at Veronica. “Cats, uh, yes ma’am, we found a couple of cats. Why didn’t you come and follow me, okay, ma’am?” He turned with a stern face, moving over the manicured grass and around the corner of the house, disappearing out of eyesight.

Veronica stomped behind the police office, wiping off the tears of worry with both hands, sobbing with concern over her pets. Brody pulled up next to her leaning over and hugged her for support.

Erik moved and stopped, standing on top of the front porch, jabbing a finger with a sneer at the front window of the house. “Gawd damn it, they stole my plasma television.” He could see numerous tan colored police uniforms inside the room, “Fucking shit!”

Another police officer sat inside one of the front porch chairs, typing on a police issued laptop with all the new information from the robbery, saying with a stern face to the screen. “Yes sir, they stole a lot of personal household items, if the blank spaces on the walls, inside the cabinets, and on the shelves held something of importance.”

“O Erik, I’m so sorry.” Diane moved ahead and leaned over, hugging Erik with a sad face.

Brody turned the corner of the house, seeing the hugging action between his wife and Erik with a growl of jealousy.

 

 

Side setting of house

 

 

Veronica halted, seeing the two cats over the manicured grass.

The second police officer stopped and squatted in the grass, pointing at the two cats with a stern face. “They were poisoned, ma’am. Some type of strong drug. They didn’t suffer much just slept like little babies going into heaven.”

Veronica wraps both arms around her breasts, sobbing with tears of sadness, losing her two pets.

Brody hugged her closer for comfort, since he had noted that Diane was comforting Erik too, wondering what the hell was going on between his wife and Erik.

Veronica sobbed with tears, softly saying. “My babies, I grew them up since they were six week old baby kittens.”

Brody leaned over with a whisper into her eardrums. “I like kittens too. We can go today and get you some new babies. How’s that, Veronica? I don’t wanna see you crying and unhappy. I’m so sorry about your cats.”

“My babies,” she stared with sobs and tears at the dead cats on the grass.

He rubbed her arms, staring with a deep sigh and a sour frown at the two dead cats, “Maybe, not today, how’s about tomorrow afternoon when you come home from work? I can go with you to buy some new kittens. I love Persians, too. They’re soft and fluffy like a girl.”

The police officer saw the hand signal from the other officer, standing and turned, facing Veronica and Brody with a stern face and a nod. “Ma’am, we’ve finished here. It’s okay to go inside and look around. You can start cleaning up the mess and the broken glass. We have everything that we need to file a police report. You should write everything down that was stolen and report it to your insurance company, as soon as possible. The window of the French door was broken, too. That’s how they entered from the back yard lawn. I told your husband. And I’ll tell you too. Those white metal French doors are pretty but not safe. You really need to purchase and install a home alarm system, ma’am. That way all of you will be safe in the future. Well, try to have a good day, ma’am, sir!” He nodded with a stern face, scooting around them, leaving the year and the house for the police station.

Brody stared down with a stern face at the two dead cats. “Thanks, officer. We will.”

Erik moved around the corner of the house, strolling with Diane and stopped, standing next to Brody, staring down with a sour frown at the two dead animals in the grass, “Jeezus, that’s the shitty smell. Clean it up, Poppy, before I vomit over the grass. I’ll have to get the lawn crew to dig up the blood stains from the grass and replant a patch of new sod, tomorrow.”

Veronica sobbed with tears, staring down at the two pet, “My babies.”

Brody released Veronica, swinging to face Erik with a sneer. “Erik, please show some compassionate for Veronica. They were her babies.”

Erik stared down with a snort at the two dead cats. “Baby pigs, they did nothing but eat, shit, and sleep. Gawd, I wished for that lazy carefree life. Fucking bitches.”

Brody sneered at the nose profile of Erik. “A female dog is called a bitch, not a cat.”

Erik continued to stare down with a sour frown at the two dead pets. “Whatever! The bitches are gone now. Poppy, clean that up before the shitty smell hits the laundry room and then cascades all over the air conditioning molecules into the house. Now, stick the dead animals in a couple of trash bags, the garbage people can collect the trash, this week. I’m going to start inventorying my stolen items. I hope that they robbed us of these gem stones. We can bang the insurance company for thousands and thousands and thousands of dollars,” he chuckling.

Brody frowned at the nose profile of Erik. “You do remember, Erik, I’m a lawyer of both fairness and justice?”

Erik continued to stare with a smile at the two cats. “Not my lawyer, Brody. How much are the gem stones worth, Poppy?”

Veronica sobbed with tears, staring with a sad face at the two dead cats. “Don’t know.”

Erik chuckled at the dead cats in the grass. “Don’t matter! You got photos of the stones. Shit, we’ll just send in the entire picture book to the insurance company. They can assess the value of each piece of jewelry. Gawd, we’re going to be rich.” He back stepped and turned, shuffling away from Veronica and the two dead cats, running and cuddled into Diane with a grin and a nod. “Let’s go and see the damage! And the money, I’m about to collect from the insurance company. Too bad, the damn pets can’t be insured.” He moved ahead with a laugh, stopping and stood at the edge of the corner, cuddling with Diane, staring at the city street, where the police cars and the fire trucks were leaving his property. “Poppy, go and find that picture book of the stones, now…”

“I’m going to remove my cats.” Veronica stared with tears and sobs at her two dead cats, not moving.

Erik frowned at the city street. “Now, Poppy, I want that picture book. Now, move it, I wanna call the insurance company today.” He leaned into the cheekbone of Diane. “Brody will bag the dead things for your, right, Brody?”

Brody hugged Veronica with a nod, “Right, Erik, I’ll do anything for Veronica.”

Erik moved ahead and disappeared around the corner of the house with Diane, entering through the front door to examine the damage of the robbery.

Brody exhaled with a whisper. “I’ll take care of your babies, okay? I don’t want you to do it, anyways. Go inside and help Erik find some type of picture book, okay?”

Veronica continued to stare with a tears and a sad face at her babies. “Thanks, Brody.”

Brody smiled. “No prob! The garage bags are…”

She pulled back from his warm hug, turning and moved into the open archway of the laundry room. The robber had left the door open while the cats exited into the yard. Then the robber had poisoned them with a can of tuna fish and a box of rat poison. Veronica could smell the familiar odor of tuna fish lunch for her babies, seeing the two empty items on the manicured grass by the trashcans also. She stood inside the archway, pointing into the dark room, “On the left, next to the last wooden shelf in the corner.” She scanned the room with a sigh of annoyance. “What a mess?”

Brody turned and moved, stopping and stood behind Veronica, studying the mess over the floor of the laundry room. The wall of keys had been attacked by the robber also. An assortment of individual silver tinted and golden tinted individual keys were strewn and rested over the floor and underneath the empty laundry baskets. He grinned, “Yeah, your wall of keys is now, the floor of keys. The robbers must’ve been in a hurry. They used the laundry door for an exit point that was smart, since the neighbors couldn’t see them leave out the rear of the house. They probably took some of the keys, just to be shit asses. One is your house key, right, Veronica?”

Veronica nodded. “Yes, one is the house.” She squatted down and reached out, grabbing the key, lifting it into the air with a smile. “This particular one is the key to my car.”

Brody scanned with a worried brow, seeing all the scattered items. “Geez, Veronica, you need to tell Erik that a few of the house keys are missing. He needs to call a locksmith tonight and change all the door locks. Wow, lucky, the robber didn’t take off with your spare car key. That’d be a nightmare to replace and costly, to boot.”

She stood and held the house key in the air with a nod. “There’s only one master house key. The key opens every door inside to outside. I’ll do that, Brody, since I’ll sleep safer, knowing no one can open the front door, while I slumber. I have four sets of car keys to my personal sports car. Erik keeps locking his person out of his car. So, he had four sets of spare keys to both our cars. Yes, it was rather costly, to boot.” She smiled and felt better, since Brody was cheering up her sad feelings about the dead cats.

Erik yelled inside the house. “Poppy, come here, the robber didn’t steal the gems. I can’t fucking believe it. Here, they are twinkling and winking with tiny gleams in the sunlight. Poppy, where are you?”

Brody reached out and snatched the exposed house key from her hand with a grin, gently shoving Veronica away from him and the laundry room with a nod. “Go on now. I’ll take care of the cats. I’ll also clean up the floor of keys. I’ll inventory too, using Erik’s word, finding out how many keys were stolen.” He looked down with a grin at the messy floor.

Veronica tip toed around the messy floor, moving ahead, entering the kitchen space and swung around with a smile and a nod to see the hair roots of Brody. “Thank you, Brody. You and Diane are wonderful friends, helping us out like this.”

Brody looked up with a smirk and a wink to see her. “Baby doll, I always help the ones I love. Look then, we’ll all go out for some good dinner to take our mind off this thing. Then you and Erik can stay at our home for the night, until the locksmith fixes all the door locks.”

“Poppy, where are you?” Erik yelled inside the house.

She nodded with a smile. “Thanks, Brody.” Veronica swung around, moving through kitchen with a stern face, “I am coming, Erik.”

Saturday July 13th

 

 

City of Miami

2:01 p.m.

Thrill Kill Gun Range

152nd Street of Quail Roost Road

Hot temperatures with partly cloudy and sunlight

 

 

Four bodies wore an assortment of clothing attire, including a T-shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of cowboy boots or a dress shirt a pair of trousers, and a pair of dress shoes. But all four bodies wore a sleeveless vest with various shirt pockets, covering a chest.

Brody turned and pointed to the three-story building with no outside windows. The center front door displayed a set of iron bars between two settings of decorative gray colored limestone rock gardens with one short green brush. He smiled. “A shooting range or firing range is a specialized facility designed for only firearms practice overseen by a range master or RM. The guy will check our weapons, ensuring all weapon safety rules are followed at all times.” He stood in a pair of cowboy boots between the open hatch of the truck and three upright warm bodies.

Veronica stood next to Brody, turning and stared through her sunglasses at the squat gray colored concrete building, feeling not friendly but cold. Her possessed her personal hand gun still housed inside the shoulder hostler, since Erik insisted that she and he be armed at all times, for the next home invasion of their home at 328 Camilo Avenue. She smiled. “Is there a cozy lounge with beverages for me to wait, Brody?”

Erik and Diane back stepped from Brody and turned, moving back toward the black colored sports car of Erik.

Brody leaned closer and cuddled into Veronica with a smile, seeing through his sunglasses at the squat building too. “Naw, darling, you can shoot with me inside my cozy station.” He continued the lecture about guns and a gun range, since this was Veronica’s first time.

Veronica stared at the building with a worried brow. “I’m nervous about our day adventure, Brody.”

Brody chuckled. “Not with me by our side, baby doll, all gun ranges possess a proper ventilation system to pull smoke and lead particles away from the shooting line, sending them into hand gun heaven.”

Veronica turned and frowned at his nose profile. “Smoke comes from a gun?”

Brody grinned at the building with a nod, “A smoking gun, baby doll!”

Veronica patted the hostler, not settled around a shoulder like Erik was displaying, turning to see the back spines of Erik and Diane. They were standing and head bumping underneath the raised hatch of his sports car. Veronica frowned. “O right, a smoking gun. Will my gun smoke, too?”

Brody sniffed the fresh summer breeze, vacationing away from the city streets of a heated Miami for a little while, saying with a nod and a smile to the squat building. “Smoke and heat produce gray particles that cling to your fingers, sometimes.”

Veronica turned and looked down with a worried brow at her hand gun which was safely stored inside the leather pouch. “I really am nervous about this, Brody. I know that Erik wants me to learn to shoot a gun for home invasion, but I don’t know if I can do this thing now.”

“The ventilation is important to prevent lead poisoning…”

“From shooting a gun?” She looked up with a worried brow to see his nose profile.

He chuckled at the building. “We all die of something, babe.”

“I feel not so better, Brody,” she frowned.

He looked down with a smile, cuddling her closer. “You got me, babe! I’ve been shooting since I was eight years old with my dad for fun.”

She smiled. “I feel much better, Brody.”

“That’s the physical stuff now for the invisible stuff.” Brody side stepped from Veronica, turning to see the back spines of Erik and Diane, shouting. “Ya’ll come over here. I get gear to pass out.”

Erik and Diane back stepped from the sport cars as Erik slammed the hatch trunk shut.

They had replaced an individual hand gun back inside an individual pouch that surrounded a right armpit, turning and strolled back to Brody and Veronica.

Brody turned and leaned into the rear of his vehicle, pulling out the gear with a chuckle at the two silly city slickers, standing upright and holding up all the new gun gear. “One single discharge from a firearm inside an indoor range produces a noise level of one hundred and forty decibels, measured in terms of sound pressure level. So, you get and use two types of ear protection. A set of earplugs stuffed inside your eardrums and then over your hair another set of earmuffs like snowing.”

“It doesn’t snow in South Florida, Brody.” Veronica turned and smiled with nervous energy at Brody.

Erik stopped and stood next to his wife, staring at Brody with a sour frown “Shut up, Poppy.”

Brody turned and nodded with a smile to Veronica, “Right, baby doll, okay, you wear earmuffs like you’re listening to a rock and roll song from the era of 1980s, when we were babes within our mama’s arms.” He turned and placed the gun gear on the edge of the trunk.

“I can live with that.” Veronica accepted the new gun gear with a smile.

Brody said. “To protect us, the paid guests of the indoor range or shooters, we enter the locked forever in your arms, just kidding.” He grinned. “We will be inside a private air locked station with maximum sound-proofing of eight feet of concrete between the shooting booths.”

Veronica smiled. “Wow, it sounds like a tornado shelter bunker.”

“Shut up, Poppy. Let Brody talk.” Erik frowned at Brody without wearing the sunglasses.

Brody smiled at Veronica. “That’s a very good description, honey. Since evil Miamians love their private privacy along with flaunting their money monies. I reserved us three stations.”

“Three stations?” Diane parted her lips at Brody.

Brody pointed to each person with a smile, “One for Diane. One for Erik. One for us.”

“Erik is going to shoot,” Diane turned and frowned at the nose profile of Erik who had turned ghostly white.

“His new hand gun, yeah, that should be a hoot to toot home about.” Brody extended a hand to Erik with a smile and a nod. “Hey, man, let me check your weapon.”

“Why?” Erik slapped both hands over the gun hostler with a sour frown.

Brody continued to hold out his hand with a stern face, “Weapon safety practice! And where’s your boots?” He looked down with a sour frown to see a pair of dress leathers on Erik. “Did you bother to read the email that I sent to your work station about the indoor range safety, Erik?”

“Busy.” Erik stared down with a sour frown at the empty palm of Brody.

Brody exhaled. “This exclusive indoor gun range requires all guns be unloaded with the safety clip on irrespective of whether you hold a concealed carry gun license, before you can enter. Or we don’t go inside but go home. And them are my orders, slick.”

“O.” Erik frowned.

Brody exhaled. “Lemme see your weapon, Erik.”

Erik jerked the gun from the hostler, holding it near his smile with a chuckle. Brody frowned with the silly childish challenge. Then Erik slapped the gun into the open palm of Brody.

Brody clicked the magazine from the vertical bend, catching the falling magazine and tossed it to Erik. Erik fumbled it in the air and then cradled the ammo clip into a chest with a sour frown. Brody chuckled, “Unloaded. You are required to unload the magazine, after you empty all the bullets from your firing exercise. Or you go straight to jail or hell. Either one is fine with me, dude.” He laughed.

Diane reached over and tenderly patted Erik on the arm with a sneer at her husband. “Stop taunting Erik, Brody! You’re acting like a big high school bully.”

“…or heaven,” Brody examined the hand gun of Veronica with a grin and a laugh. She had slipped it out from the hostler and then gently extended the gun to him.

Diane continued to pat the arm of Erik with a sour frown at her husband, “Stop it, Brody. He’s joking, Erik. Brody loves to tell his unentertaining lame stories.”

Brody placed Veronica’s two gun magazines into his gun vest, swinging around, leaning over into the rear hatch of his vehicle and grabbed all of the gun protection gear, turning to see his friends with a smile. “Yeah, I guess better than a little high school fart, right, Erik? You each wear eye protection.” He handed out a pair of plastic eye glasses to each person. “The pair of eye glasses is to protect your eyes, before you enter the shooting booth.” He handed out the ear gear to each person. “There is a pair of ear plugs and a set of earmuffs to protect your delicate human hearing. The RM will inspect you as well, before entering the shooting booth. Now, are there any gun questions for me?” He grinned.

“No.” Veronica smiled. Brody leaned over and assisted her with all the gun gear, loading into the different pouches of her gun vest with a grin.

“No.” Erik fumbled the gun gear down into his gun vest.

“No.” Diane placed all the gun gear inside her vest, since she has been here before shooting with Brody.

Brody patted the arm of Veronica with a smile, “Alright, let’s play follow the leader, me.” He spun around, moving toward the squat building first, stopping and stood, slamming open the steel door with the iron bars, allowing Veronica to enter the building first.

 

 

2:10 p.m.

Gun range reception setting

 

 

Veronica moved ahead and scooted to the side, removing her sunglasses and placed into the gun vest, waiting for Erik and Diane to cross the archway.

Brody entered last and removed his sunglasses, leading and stopped the group in front of the desk counter with a smile and a nod to the registration clerk. “Good morning, I’m Brody Prensess. I have a reservation at two sharp for three stations.” He pointed at each shooter with a smile, “One for Diane. One for Erik. Veronica and I both will utilize one station.”

The gun range clerk wore a pink colored cap and a brown colored ponytail in a set of pink and white military fatigues, banging on the keyboard of the computer with a smile and a nod. “Yes sir, I see your name and your reservation for today at two pm sharp.” She looked up with a smile to each shooter. “May I please have your driver’s license, Mr. Prensess? I will need a copy of all your valid driver’s licenses along with your valid gun permits. Also please place your individual weapon inside the yellow pretty square. This firing range follows all NIOSH safety rules and regulations posted by the US Federal Government.” She pointed to the opposite wall with a smile and a nod. “That wall poster details all the reading materials for your delight and pleasure. Thank you!” Each shooter parted with the legal documents and a weapon. She looked down with a confused brow at the weapon tray. “Who’s missing a weapon?”

“I am,” Brody hugged on Veronica with a smile.

The gun range clerk smiled. “We do allow shooters to rent out any type of firearm, such as, handguns, rifles in various calibers, full-auto weapons, suppressed firing weapons, and others.”

Brody shook a skull with a smile. “I’m going to use her weapon, giving a personal one-to-one tooting and tutoring of gun safety and control. Since, we will be sharing a firing booth for the afternoon.”

The gun range clerk nodded with a smile, “Very good, sir! I’ll be right back. You folks, please enjoy our refreshments inside the Thrill Kill Lounge with a tray of complimentary beverages and snacks, while you wait on me. I will be waiting on your brief, but short criminal background check. Once passed then I can clear you for a go. Thank you!” She turned and processed the paperwork on the computer.

Erik spun around to see the opposite wall, pointing with a sour frown. “Look at the dorky sign! A picture of a brain colored in brown with a series of wiggly noodle lines like the gray matter in a skull. It’s next to a big math plus sign beside a second picture of a middle finger of a human hand,” he laughed with Diane.

Brody spun around with a frown to see the wall too, “A trigger finger, your index finger, Erik.”

Erik frowned. “O. The picture of an extended single trigger finger is next to a mathematical equal sign. Is there a test, later, teacher?” He elbowed Diane with a grin and a laugh.

Brody shook a skull with a sour frown. “The equal sign is beside the bright green sign in capitals, safety. The gray matter plus the finger equals safety. Thus, your brain triggers safety, boy.”

“O well.” Erik chuckled with Diane.

“O hell.” Brody whispered for his eardrums only with a sour frown.

The gun range clerk looked up with a smile and a nod to see the back spine of the new group of shooters. “Good news, folks. All of you are clean. No criminals in the lot. I enjoy announcing that. Here are your driver’s and gun licenses. Thanks again for cooperating. Mr. Prensess, please sign your name here at the top and then pass the clip board to your pretty girl. Each one sign-in your name below Mr. Prensess’ signature. Then Mr. Prensess initials beside each one of your guests.” She extended the clip board to Brody.

Brody accepted the clip board, signing on the first line and passes the clip board to Veronica.

Diane frowned at gun range clerk. “I’m his wife.”

The gun range clerk turned and smiled at Diane. “You are a guest to the Thrill Kill Gun Range. Mr. Prensess takes full financial and legal responsibility for leasing three of our firing booths. His name goes beside each invited guest.”

“I have my own firing booth.” Diane frowned.

“That Mr. Prensess has reserved and paid, Mrs. Prensess,” the nice gun range clerk knew her job and how to deal with the rude grouchy shooters. She pointed to the male, standing behind Diane. “This is your assigned RM or range master. He will lead you to your shooting stall, ensuring you are wearing your protection gear. Once he has examined your hand weapons, please follow his lead. Thank you again for your cooperation and obeying all the rules of the Thrill Kill Gun Range. Good luck, shooters.”

Veronica signed the form and then passed the clip board to Erik. Brody turned and frowned at the nose profile of his wife. “Di, please follow the clerk’s good advice and range’s proper rules. The regulations are for all of the shooters’ protection.”

The RM wore a gun vest, a pair of ripped blue jeans, a pair of polished cowboy boots, extending an open palm to Diane first with a stern face, watching the gun hand. “May I see your personal hand gun, ma’am?” Diane gently placed the gun into his palm. He pressed the magazine and released the clip, nothing fell down from the chamber. Then he returned the gun to Diane, reaching out an empty palm to Erik, repeating the procedure for Veronica, not Brody.

He handed the gun back to Veronica with as smile at the pretty female. “That was the weapon ammo inspection. On the wall behind my right shoulder, there are the gun range rules in big bold electric blue letters. Place over your eyes your protection glasses. Always keep the muzzle pointed down at the range flooring. Always keep your finger off the trigger, until you are ready to shoot. Always keep your firearm unloaded, until ready to use. No cross range shooting, only fire at your assigned lane. Do not shoot the walls, ceiling, or floors. Unload all firearms, before leaving the Thrill Kill Gun Range,” he turned and smiled at Veronica again. She smiled back at him.

Brody nodded with a stern face to the RM. “Thanks, RM. Please lead the way for our gun party.”

The RM spun around, moving down a narrow and well-lighted hallway. Veronica turned and followed behind the RM first. The RM pointed at the first open gun station.

 

 

2:20 p.m.

Gun station setting

of Veronica and Brody

 

 

Brody stopped and gently shoved Veronica into the private booth, following behind her back spine and closed the door. The door locked automatically, protecting the shooter.

The private booth had enclosed gray colored solid three walls and one telephone that hung on the side wall. The open space displayed a stationary target in the far, far distance which was an outline of a human figure with a round skull, a set of wide shoulders, a chest, a waist, two legs, and two shoes.

Veronica stood in the front of the open space, placing the hand gun on top of the counter with a worried brow.

Brody stood behind the back spine of Veronica, gently teasing with his kneecaps into her cute ass, talking over her blonde hair roots, since he is six feet and six inches compared to her five feet and ten inches with a smile. “Let’s dress out for the kill.”

“I’m really nervous.” She frowned at the open window, seeing the outline of the human being and the yellow wall, leaving the gun on top of the counter.

Brody gently touched her shoulders, spinning her about, saying with a smile. “I’m with you all the way, darling.” He reached down and pulled out each gun gear item with a grin. “You wear the protector mask around the eye sockets like a pair of sunglasses. Place the plastic glasses on first.” He decorated her face than his with the clear pair of eye glasses. “Now, the ear bugs are specially designed for us to talk, while I instruct. Place them inside each eardrum.” He reached down and pulled out her ear bugs, shoving them down into an open hand. She looked down with a stern face to see the gray ear bugs, shoving one into each eardrum. Brody placed a gray ear bug into each eardrum, pressing down a palm-sized devise, softly saying into her eardrums with a smile. “Can you hear me, sugar?”

“Yes.” Veronica smiled with a nod, touching both eardrums with the gray ear bugs.

“Good, now, we are going to communicate until you are ready to shoot, okay?”

“Okay.” Veronica said with a worried brow.

Brody reached down and grabbed the ear muffs, placing them over the plastic eye protection glasses and her earlobes with a wink, gently swinging her toward the shooting hall.

They both could in the far, far distance a white object which was a human being outline of the shooting target.

Brody whispered via the ear bugs to Veronica only. “That’s our target, girl.”

Veronica narrowed her eyelashes at the white target with nervousness. “Okay…”

Brody gently shoved her body closer to the counter with the hand gun, whispering via the ear bugs, standing behind her back spine. “Remove the gun from the hostler and place it on the wood. Stand your precious body against the low counter. The hand gun is going to kick…”

“I don’t like this, Brody.” She slid the gun out with a shaky hand and a worried brow, feeling really unsure and nervous, staring at the human outline of the shooting target.

Brody smiled. “Naw, doll, it is okay.” He positioned her in the middle of the shooting stall, directly in front of the stationary target. “Come and stand like a good babe solider at the counter. Boots apart. There is no scope on a small hand gun. So just use your pretty eyeball and target his skull.” He reached down and adjusted his right hand around her wrist. His left hand steadied the gun in both her shaky hands.

She whispered via the ear bug. “There’s no rounded circle for a skull.”

“I know. For more fun, we’re going to rip the fool’s head off his neck. The outline of the dummy is called a stationary target.”

“The wall is yellow.”

“Cute, ain’t it? I like this indoor range best of all the ones around Miami. The indoor range has a rear wall with a sloped earthen bank of yellow rubber. Hold and extend the gun outward with both arms and hands, babe.”

Her hands and arms extended out, shaking the hand gun with a worried brow. “I feel really uncomfortable with this entire concept of shooting an innocent wall of rubber.”

Brody leaned over and steadied her hands, stabilizing the gun from bouncing up or down in the air with a smile. “You shoot at the paper dummy. The wall of rubber just catches all the flying bullets. It don’t hurt the wall, baby. I promise. And you’re a real cowgirl, probably the only one here in Miami, Florida. I see your cute lizard cowgirl boots.”

“An awesome fashion statement paired with my southern twang.” She giggled with a grin, holding the gun with a pair of shaky hands.

Brody smiled. “And, man, that’s works for me. Cup the butt of the gun into the palm of your right hand. Wrap a left hand around your right exposed finger and then wrap the right index finger around the trigger. But don’t pull it back.”

“I really mean it, Brody. I feel very uncomfortable, holding a live gun. Guns kill folks.”

“Naw, honey! Folks kill folks. And we ain’t going to kill any live souls. I promise, sweetheart. This is a fun activity, Veronica, not a calculus test.”

She exhaled. “I would rather take the calculus test.”

“You’ll pass both, babe. I promise.” He wrapped both palms around her hands, duplicating the shooting stance and form.

“Ready.”

“Not.”

He smiled. “Come on, baby doll. One shot. Shot the fool’s right eyeball. That’s on your left side, babe. I’m going to disconnect our vocal communication, so the sound impact of the bullet doesn’t harm our eardrums.” He depressed the devise, hearing silence within his eardrums. Then he back stepped from Veronica, not desiring to get kicked in the teeth with the recoil of her gun and gently tapped a hand on her right shoulder to fire.

One single 9mm bullet sailed toward the right shoe of the paper dummy with a loud pop.

Brody pressed the palm sized devise for sound with a chuckle and a grin, saying into the ear bugs to Veronica only. “Good girl, you killed the palmetto bug, grazing on the grass seeds, below the dummy’s paper foot.”

Veronica gently lowered the hand gun back down to the counter with a confused brow. “What? I hit the flooring.”

“It’s alright. This is your first time. You did good, baby doll. It takes courage to aim and shoot at something with a real weapon, sweetheart.”

The telephone buzzed next to the cheekbone of Brody for a verbal message from the range master command center. Brody hooked the cable line into his earmuff for communication, listening for the message and depressed the ear bug devise.

The RM ordered via telephone. “This is range master. The lady shooter is excused from the shooting slot. She has violated the Thrill Kill Gun Range rule number four. No shooting the bullet into the rubber matting.”

Brody slapped the button for communication with the range master command center, saying with a nod and a smile on the telephone. “Shore, I’m the lady shooter’s range buddy. I’ll finish the magazine round for her. Then we will be done for the day. How’s that, range master?”

The RM said via telephone. “Acceptable.”

Brody unplugged from the telephone, pressing the palm sized device to Veronica through the ear bugs.

She placed the hand gun over the counter, lifting both palms with a sour frown. “This is my first and last time shooting. I don’t like this, Brody.”

He reached around Veronica, grabbing her hand gun and released the magazine lever, double checking the ammo, almost completely full. He slapped the magazine back into the slot and slid Veronica behind his back spine for protection and safety from the bullets and bullet dust while she enjoyed the new gun show.

Brody whispered via ear bugs. “Alright, I’ll spend the remaining rounds inside the magazine. Then I say that we go and polish off the entire tray of powered donuts. I’m a fool for sugary donuts and sugary twangs and then drink the fresh coffee brewed pot dry.”

She back stepped and leaned against the lock door with a smile, standing away from Brody and the hand gun. “I like that alternative plan.”

“Anything for you, honey,” He depressing the ear bug communication for silence and safety between their ears and their lips. Then he lifted and aimed the hand gun, rapidly firing the remaining bullets into the paper dummy. He finished and upright the hand gun into the air and released the spent magazine, placing the empty cartridge into his gun vest and the hand gun into the shoulder hostler, readying for a breakfast meal. He pressed the device for ear bug communication and a button as the paper dummy rolled down the shooting hall to Brody.

Veronica moved ahead from the door and stood next to him with a confused brow, seeing the flying outline of the human being without eyeballs and hair. “What are you doing, Brody?” She easily identified his precise bullet strikes on the target dummy, right into a single eye socket of the flying paper. “Wow, you’re good.”

“I’m great, doll.” He chuckled with arrogance. “This is our prize, darling. We get to the keep the dummy target along with a ceremony photo.” The paper dummy swayed sideways like a real ghost as it was made of light weight paper. Brody captured and detaches the paper dummy from the skull and shoulder hooks, gently hauling it across the wooden counter and back stepped from the counter. He continued to back stepped and slammed into the door, pressed the lever.

The gun station door opened.

Brody back stepped into the hallway, smiling at Veronica, holding the paper dummy. She turned and led down the hallway. Brody pulled up beside, leaning over and cuddled her and the paper dummy with a smile.

They moved down the hallway toward the lounge.

 

 

2:31 p.m.

Thrill Kill lounge setting

 

 

The lounge contained no other shooters.

Brody and Veronica entered through the archway together, selecting a table near the door. Brody stopped and stood in front of the chair, vertically landing the paper dummy into an individual chair like a real person for fun.

Veronica turned and moved, standing in front of the refreshment table of donuts and coffee.

Brody pulled a chair out for Veronica. She sat with a smile, staring at the paper dummy with a smile. He pointed at the paper dummy like a human person with a smile and a sneer for fun. “Dummy-boy, I want you to meet my gal, sexy Veronica. Veronica, this here is dummy-boy.” He leaned down into the skull of the paper dummy with a growl for fun. “Don’t you be flirting with my sexy gal, dummy-boy. ‘Cause, man, I will be toting and tooting your paper ass, right back into the wood shed for some more punishment,” laughing.

Veronica laughed and stared at the paper dummy. “You’re funny, Brody.” She sipped the coffee.

“You’re sexy, Veronica.” Brody sat and straddled the chair next to her, leaning down and stirred sugar into the coffee.

“You’re a very good shot, Brody. All your bullets went into the same hole. It looks like the size of a cherry. Dummy-boy is missing his entire right eyeball. That’s the eyeball, correct?” She ate the food, chewing.

Brody smiled. “Yo, boy, dummy-boy has a blind right pupil. He filled his purpose today.” He ate and chewed the food.

She swallowed the food, turning with a smile to see his nose profile. “Thanks for understanding, Brody. I feel bad that you paid for the shooting booth. I was too afraid to shoot the little gun.”

Brody swallowed the food, wiping a mouth with a chuckle. “Gun ain’t little, honey. Don’t worry about it. I’ll make Erik submit it as a business expense for his bank client.” He sipped the coffee.

“You’re one of Erik’s clients.” Veronica frowned.

“Not I, but I’m get one of my docs to open a bank account, so the bank can pay for our fun, today. That’s truly how business transactions work.”

“Will Erik do that?” She sipped the coffee.

Diane and Erik entered the lounge, holding a paper dummy each.

Diane stopped and stood in front of Brody, saying with a laugh to Veronica. “I saw your bullet pop the floor, Poppy. You broke rule number four.” She lifted and fingered the missing right eyeball of her paper dummy with a smile and a nod. “I got a bull’s eyeball with all seven shots from the one magazine.”

“Good job, Di! This is only her third outing to the gun range. You’re a natural shooter with a pistol, girl.” Brody winked with a smile at his wife Diane. She swayed the paper dummy side to side with a smile.

The RM entered and strutted to Brody, leaning down and presented a single sheet of paper with a smile. “Here is your shooting range invoice, Mr. Prensess.”

Brody captured the flying paper, reviewing the money amount as the RM left the lounge. “Thanks, man! Hey, Erik, how did ya do, today, buddy?”

Erik stood next to Diane, pointing a finger at each hole inside the paper dummy with a sour frown, “One in the left rib cage, one in the stomach, one in the center of his dick.” He laughed. “I shot one in the right side of the leg, three in the right foot, all in that particular order.”

Brody frowned at Erik. “Hmm, your formed a perfect vertical array from the left down to the right. That happens when your feet are parked to close together, Erik.” He folded a hand into the shape of gun. “When a shooter shoots the pistol, it kicks upright into the air.” He tossed his hands upward to the ceiling. “When your pistol kicked up, you overcompensated for the next shot by lowering both your hands, buddy.” He tossed both hands down to the floor.” Then you fired the pistol, hitting the body part below the eye sight target. You just kept doing that funny hand movement over and over, until you spent your ammo. You need a range buddy on your visit here. A range buddy can help the proper stance, leading to a bull’s eye like Di.

“Di has a tendency to shoot upward, going right to left. She aims for the heart but ends up hitting a right eyeball. Either way, that sucker’s dead, if an asshole bothers with Di. Good shooting, honey! Pretty good for your first outing, Erik.”

“That’s wonderful shooting, darling.” Veronica smiled with a nod to her husband Erik.

Erik frowned at Veronica. “How would you know, Poppy? You can’t aim and shoot one of the walls inside our house. Diane told me that she saw your single stray bullet hit a bug on the floor.” He sniggered. “Let the real marksman Brody judge my gun killing performance!”

Diane smiled. “And they take away your gun and gun permit for a year, when you mess up the yellow rubber matting.” Erik and Diane laughed.

Brody stood and turned, assisting Veronica from her chair like a true South Florida gentleman, saying with a smile into her face. “Our time has expired here at the gun range. Let’s all go and get our ceremonial photo.”

“Stay here, Poppy. You don’t get a ceremonial photo, since you didn’t have your own shot-up paper dummy.” Diane frowned with a nod.

Brody turned and cuddled Veronica with a smile, reaching down and lifted up the paper dummy, holding on the other side of body. “Veronica assisted me with my shooting, today. She and the paper dummy get a photo together to remember our time. Right, Veronica?”

“Well…” she stared at Erik for permission.

Erik backs stepped from the table, turning and moved to the open archway with a sour frown. “Alright, let’s finish here. We need to leave, rushing back and get dressed for the Tiara Charity Ball in downtown Miami, tonight. I must be present at five for meeting and greeting some of my bank clients.” He exited through the archway, turned, moving down the hallway away from the gun stations.

Brody and Veronica moved behind Erik and Diane. Brody said to the back spine of Diane. “Di, I really don’t wanna attend another suit and tie thing, tonight. Can’t we stay home, eat pizza, and rent a movie?”

Erik turned and smiled at the nose profile of Diane. “This is a formal affair with formal attire like a tuxedo, not a dull business suit. And I need you there with me, Diane. I want to introduce you to some of my younger bank clients, who are in desperate need of long term estate planning.”

“Excellent! I will receive a set of new clients,” Diane turned and smiled at Erik.

Brody frowned at the nose profile of his wife. “Di, I thought you had accepted that new job.”

 

 

3:03 p.m.

Shooting gallery photo setting

 

 

Diane turned and entered the photography room, stopping in front of a hollow square archway, saying with a smile. “I have Brody, next week. But one more client doesn’t hurt my fine legal reputation. This is the photo shoot. Get it? Shoot like a shooting range.” She giggled with a grin.

“Move inside Veronica, sweetheart!” Brody led her into the square archway. Veronica entered the hollow archway and swung around with a smile, facing Brody. He smiled. “Stand between the wood archway and face the pretty camera girl. Hold dummy-boy next to your pretty face on the left, pointing your pinky-pink gun with your right shooting hand at the blown out right eyeball. This is the kill shot.”

“Faked,” Erik stood next to Brody with a sneer, looking at his wife.

“Fun,” Brody smiled at Veronica.

The camera girl smiled at Veronica. “Say, dead.”

They smiled and sung in union, “Dead!”

The camera girl snapped the individual photograph of Veronica with a smile and a nod. “Good photo, lady shooter. Who’s next into the photo shoot?”

“Me,” Diane shuffled forward and turned around, standing inside the box archway with a smile, holding the paper dummy target next to her smile, pointing her hand gun at the blown our right eyeball.

Brody lifted and smashed the paper into the face of Erik, blocking the image of Diane with a smile. “Here’s the money bill for the Thrill Kill Gun Range. Please get your bank to pay my tab. Then I will toss you a doc, who needs a new banker,” he leaned over and cuddled with a smile and a whisper into the eardrum of Veronica.

The camera girl snapped the solo picture of Diane and her paper dummy.

Erik captured the paper and looked down with a gasp, parting his lips, seeing a four thousand plus gun shooting invoice, “What?”

Tuesday July 16th

 

 

10:33 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Brody and Diane Prensess

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with clear sky of bright stars

 

 

The front door closed with a slam.

“Di!” Brody stood in front of the long sofa, pointing to the archway for his three invited guests to leave and wait outside within the darkness of the manicured yard. He shouted for a second time. “Di, I’m inside the Florida room. Please come in here.” He leaned over to the sofa, lifting and hiding the items behind a back spine with a stern face.

Diane slowly moved on a pair of naked feet, stopped and stood with a swollen red colored face inside the archway of the Florida room with a sissy whine. “I’m tired.”

He stood in front of the long sofa with a sour frown and both arms cupped behind an ass. “I’m tired, too,” he shook a skull, staring at her red colored face from drinking alcohol again.

“Let’s go to bed,” she looked down with a swollen face to see her unpolished toenails.

He exhaled. “Di, we…I have to talk to you.”

She stared down with a blank face and a deep sigh at the clean floor. “Let’s go to bed and talk.”

“I wanna converse with my wife now, since I don’t see you…”

She looked up with a sour frown to see her husband. “Don’t start this debate, again. I’m tired. I have a new position as…”

“…the business manager of the Moot Court at the Miami-Dade University School of Law, Di.” He exhaled. “I helped you land that particular job.”

“You did, Brody. Why are we arguing about my work?”

“Work, I didn’t want you to work, Di. I didn’t want you to be an attorney. I want you to have a baby, my baby. As my wife and the mother of my child, you don’t have to work, ever, Di.”

“I like. No, I love my job and working. I’m an attorney, a unique species of beings, who service the public community better than a postal worker. An attorney works in wind, rain, snow, and whatever,” she giggled with a grin from drinking too much alcohol.

“Di, I just turned thirty years old. I want a family. That’s you, me, and a little smelly spitting up baby, making three of us.”

She inhaled a fresh breath to debate. “Gawd, do not start up that old debate with family, children, child…”

“Di, what has happened to us? We met in law school, having fun and then got married, having some more fun. Then what?” He exhaled. “What has happened to us?”

“I’m tired, Brody. I wanna go to the bed. Nothing has happened to us. We can discuss this cold topic tomorrow morning, if you stick around for a plate of hot breakfast.”

“Di, I want you to quit the business manager of…”

“No, I’ll not quit my new job, since starting yesterday. There’s lots of work, setting up a fake court case for a gang of smart ass sleazy future lawyers.”

“I don’t appreciate that vile term, Di.”

“Smart ass,” she giggled from the alcohol again.

“Sleazy lawyers, not all lawyers are dishonest.”

“Yeah, all lawyers are dishonest.”

“The lawyers at Prensess and Prensess Law Firm aren’t either sleazy or dishonest.”

“And the lawyers at Prensess and Prensess, PC never win a legal criminal case, especially that she-criminal lawyer.”

“She can’t help that all her clients are really guilt, true criminals,” he laughed.

“And servicing their true time in a true jail cell,” she giggled.

“Di, I am nicely asking for you to quit your job. I wanna start a family. You, a mama and me, a daddy, we can have a baby. I’ll support all of us. You can stay home, being a loving mom to our child,” he smiled, not offering a set of open arms of love.

“No,” she back stepped from the archway with a stern face.

He exhaled. “I wanna divorce.”

She stepped forward, dropping open a mouth. “You…you want a divorce from me. I think that’s my line, dude. I’m the one, who should be asking for a divorce. I have noticed in the past two months, you have acted rude, insensitive, in-supportive…”

“Unsupportive. The proper English word scrambled inside your numb neurons is unsupportive. You’re drunk on whiskey, again, Di,” he shook a skull in disgust and pity.

“No,” she said meekly, looking at him.

He lifted an item, coming from behind an ass into the air with a left hand.

She stared at the brightly colored object.

He asked. “And what about this item?”

She giggled from the alcohol, “A handbag, so?”

“Di, I purchased this gift for your birthday on May twenty third, a present from me.”

“I remember.” She did not nod from the dizzy headache but stared at the brightly colored object.

“Di, you had a fit for this original designer handbag in pink ostrich skin along with the matching pink ostrich wallet, and the matching pink ostrich checking book cover, and the matching pink ostrich coin purse, and the matching pink ostrich cell mobile pocket, and the matching pink ostrich sunglasses pouch, and the matching pink ostrich car key chain. And all the items were priced at over five thousand dollars.”

“I know. Thank you. I’m tired. Can we discuss this tomorrow during breakfast, Brody?”

“Di, I don’t understand. You continue to use that old beaten yellow purse, instead of your fabbie birthday gift, I generously gave you for your birthday.”

“I know,” she moved forward and stopped, leaning over, snatching up the new pink handbag, tossing it over a shoulder. She felt all the matching colored items roll side to side inside the silk lining of the designer handbag. “I’ll use it tomorrow for work.”

“Di, tomorrow is not work, at least for me.”

“I didn’t know. Tomorrow is Wednesday. I’m tired, since I’m going to work tomorrow as usual for work to make money to pay for stuff.”

He side stepped and blocked her from leaving the room with a stern face. “Di, our marriage isn’t working out. I’m young. I want to end the suffering of us.”

“You’re tired. And I’m too tired to disagree. We can discuss this issue tomorrow morning, before work.”

He parked both hands on a fit waist with a sour frown. “Di, I’m going to be at my best bud’s wedding. Remember? The one, he started planning last year. I’m one of the groomsmen. So I can’t discuss this issue with you, tomorrow. I’ll be driving to Key West in the morning.”

She frowned. “O. That’s here, so soon.”

He shook a skull. “Are you drunk or stoned or both, Di?”

“No.”

“This is stopping for me. I…I feel left out of your life. You leave early in the morning. I can never reach you at work or at home or at wherever you are. Then you come home late, every night.”

“I just started a new job, lots of new stress and new adjustment time. Gimme some more time, I’ll be my old selfie, soon,” she giggled from the alcohol.

“This isn’t about you.” He chuckled. “Actually, this is about you.” He frowned. “You’re ruining my life, Di.” He exhaled. “I am out of patience. And you, my former love are out of time.” He pulled out a stack of papers, coming from behind an ass with a right hand, waving the item in the air with a stern face. “This is our newly designed divorce decree that was delivered into my hands about five hours ago. But you didn’t bother to answer my multiple telephone calls, so we do the nasty thing in face-to-face person here inside the Florida room.”

She stomped forward on her naked feet toward papers and stopped, snatching the stack, reading the familiar words on the first page, since she was a lawyer, too.

He smiled. “I will sum for both of our intelligence brains. You keep your personal stuff. I keep my personal stuff. You know the clothes, the car, the credit cards, and the cats. However, you can have all our home furnishings and furniture, the linens, the dishes, the electronics, the paintings, the patio furniture. I don’t want the stuff.”

She looked up with a confused brow to see his smile. “We don’t have cats, Brody. And I didn’t hear about our shared bank accounts.”

He smirked. “My bank accounts, Di, I’m the rich one here. I was born and birthed into money. And I was wedded and married into a pre-nuptial agreement that you signed, willingly. The document is located on the next to last page in the thin stack of papers. The divorce decree just mentions irreconcilable differences between the husband and the wife, without any of the ancillary paperwork of financial disclosures or splitting the assets or liabilities as stated in Florida marriage law code. However, I ain’t in debt, babe. But I can’t say the same for you, darling.”

She lifted and jabbed a shaky finger with a sneer at his forehead. “We were married for three good years, dearest bastard. I’m fighting the pre-nup. I’m a great lawyer, too, Brody. So you’ll see my pretty ass inside the courtroom on our designated divorce date, darling. Once the judge hears my side of our fairy tale story, we will be splitting properly all the assets and liabilities, getting your precious divorce.”

He lifted both palms into the air with a sneer, “Woe, babe! First, you are intoxicated on some powerful stuff, Di. Second, you are talking silly nonsense, Di. Third, you should review the divorce paper, especially the last page, Di. And finally fourth, you should not never ever threaten me, girl.”

She back stepped with a side to side wobble from the alcohol and her husband stopping and stood at the edge of the dining room table with a sour frown. The Florida room was a large space, combining a living room, a dining room, and an open kitchen area for entertainment. She slid down into the chair, looking down and flipped to the last page of the papers and snatched the picture into her eyeballs. The picture was a solo glossy colored photograph.

He moved to the side of the same dining room table, standing in front of four stacks of papers, waiting on her violent verbal or physical reaction.

She gasped and lowered the glossy colored photograph of her and Erik, kissing in front of his black colored sports car at the local hotel, dropping it onto the table surface, turning with a sneer to see his frown. “Ya snake, you spied on me.”

“Actually, it was accidental, Di. I lunched with one of my clients at the famous Baltic Coral Gables Hotel, when I happen to see you, coming out the door of the lobby, first. You were slipping on your designer business jacket and then Erik pounces out the same lobby, second. He was slipping on a sports jacket. You both met in front of hiss black shiny two-seater foreign sports car. I couldn’t resist the ‘love bird’ pose with my cell phone. I had the digital photograph zapped to my email then got it enlarged for posturing, posting, or proving. Pick one of these perfect adverbs, Di?”

“I can’t explain this situation to you.”

“Di, it is over for us. You will be free of me then you can have him.”

“You will be free of me?” She sneered.

He exhaled. “I’m not a beast, Di. I mentioned before you can have all the furnishings and furniture. I don’t want any sprinkle or smell of you inside my house. I’ll sum again for your dizzy sinuses, since it has been three years. I own my house, my property, my car, and my money. You can have everything else. But you must leave with everything else, tomorrow.”

She gasped. “Tomorrow, I have work. I can’t arrange a moving van by tomorrow.”

He smiled. “Di, I’m not heartless, just hurting. I guess.” He reached out and touched the first stack of papers on top of the dining room table which was near her chair. “In the first stack of papers, there are three moving vans coming tomorrow at seven in the morning. The movers will pack, haul, and carry all the furniture you lovingly desire into a great big local storage facility for three months. You don’t have to do any packing, since the movers will do that for me.” He chuckled. “And I have hired a professional maid service, fifteen folks to assist you with everything and anything. They will be here at six thirty. They will clean, after the furniture is moved then start replacing the door locks. I’ve paid the moving company in advance, so any monies left over from the haul will be paid directly to you. The storage facility is in your name paid with our shared bank credit card. The shared bank credit card of course will not be used anymore, tomorrow. I will pay off the credit card then close the bank account. Please don’t try to use it. The bank will get really mad at you.” He slid the first stack of papers to her with a grin.

She looked down with a stern face to see the first stack of papers, “Understood.”

He side stepped to the second stack of papers with a nod and a smile. “I’ve acquired a small one studio apartment within the heart of Coral Gables for three months in your name. You can use it or not. That’s your choice. You should change your physical address as soon as possible with the US postal service for your personal mail. I’ll collect what mail comes here and then mail to this new apartment’s address or your work address, just leave me a note.” He slid the second stack with a nod to her.

She stared down with a stern face at the second stack of papers with the new Coral Gables address, “Understood.”

He side stepped with a stern face at the third stack of papers. “Your car needs servicing.” He lifted a palm.” I know that I have always taken care of our vehicles, man’s work. Therefore, you are scheduled for the standard maintenance stuff like oil, tires, rotation, and alignment at the Miami Tire Center around the street corner from the house. I’ve been going there for years along with my family. I’ve already set up a service account in your name, paying it in full. You just need to drop by and get that car stuff done, Di. You need the vehicle for your job and your job for money. And money is to pay your personal expenses, since you’ll be a single gal in six weeks.”

“Six weeks!” She looked up with a dizzy headache to see her husband.

He laughed with a nod. “Yep, six weeks, we don’t have children or assets to attack. We will be divorced in six weeks, maybe a little less around August twenty seventh or so.” He side stepped with a nod to the fourth stack of papers. “This is the real divorce decree here. I just provided you with a copy. Honestly, you can’t change any wording on the legal document, since we don’t have children or any financial money entanglements. Please sign, witness, and notarize it tomorrow. The movers will be working for almost six hours, including a lunch time period then leaving my estate delivering at the…your storage facility. They are instructed to run furniture to your new apartment, if you want. That should give you plenty of time to find a witness and notarize the divorce decree document, just leave it on the kitchen counter. My sister is dropping by to inspect the house and pickup our divorce decree. I will be in Key West for the rest of the week and entire weekend but that doesn’t matter, anymore.” He slid the third stack of paper to her with a nod.

She reached out and snatched the papers, flipping through the individual pages. “Fuck,” she stood and jabbed a finger with a sneer at a signature page. “She is your witness to our divorce, Mrs. Veronica Seamus. How fucking-ass convenient for you, Brody?”

He exhaled. “Di, my sister is handling our short and sweet divorce in total secret. My parents do not know. I don’t want my parents to know just yet. Since they have sadly seen all their children divorced, without any grandchildren. Therefore, I didn’t want any of my close friends to find out about our troubled marriage and our permanent solution. Veronica agreed to sign the divorce papers as a secret friend. She doesn’t know my family or my friends. She’s the perfect eyewitness for me.”

She slapped the signature page with a growl, looking at Brody. “She is perfect all right. I see all the damn time you and her, her and you tucked into each other arms.”

He exhaled. “Di, you’re the one tucked into something else arms, not mine, either.”

She smiled with a soft voice. “I love you, Brody. We can forget all this. We both have made some poor choices and a few mistakes. We can go on a honeymoon to the Bahamas and kiss and make up.”

He exhaled. “Di, if you really love me then please take away my misery…”

“I rather take you out with my gun.” She crossed both arms with a sour frown.

He chuckled. “Di, that’s not a good retort under a bitterly circumstance of divorce.”

She frowned. “It’s a great retort under a deadly circumstance of doubt.”

He shook a skull. “I do not doubt anything.”

Diane hopped up and down with screams, waving both arms. “You will never have her, Brody, never. I’ll see to that, boy. I can read your sickening signs of puppy love of Poppy. And Poppy doesn’t want you or desire you. She loves Erik. And Erik loves me. And Erik wants me, not you.”

He shook a skull. “Di, stop it! What nonsense is dog drooling out of your mouth, girl?”

She jabbed a finger with a snarl at him. “I know what you’re doing here to me, Brody. I won’t let you get away with it, either.”

“Bye, Diane! Have a nice life!” Brody back stepped from the dining room table, turning and moved toward the kitchen archway, moving inside and slammed the garage door. He entered outside and moved to his set of friends, who were lounging at the front door.

Wednesday July 24th

 

 

5:58 p.m.

Home of Erik and Veronica Seamus

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with dull sunlight of sunset

 

 

The sports car parked inside the garage, killing the engine.

The car door opened.

Erik slid out the car and locked the door.

The car door closed.

He moved into the hallway through the open door of the garage without any proper lighting toward the master bedroom.

She rushed from the rear door, running inside the hallway, meeting him half-way and then halted.

He stopped and looked with a confused brow to see a pair of naked foot and then her smile. “Diane, how did you get inside my house, without me being here? O. Poppy left the back door open again while sunbathing with a sunburn. I have told her and told her and told her…”

“Tonight!” Diane thumbed over a collar bone to the hidden second garage behind the kitchen space with a smile and a nod. “She comes in through the garage like always and then I pop Poppy with her own hand gun. Where does she keep it in the bedroom, in her panties drawer? I’ll blast out three of the bullets into her right eyeball, killing her instantly. She won’t feel a thing, Erik. I can hit the right eyeball, each and every time. I’m good with my shooting skills. You saw my gun skills at the gun range.” She pointed the open door of the first garage behind his back spine with a stern face and a serious tone. “We both need to leave the house, until the correct time. I’ll return slightly before nine o’clock tonight as she leaves the Photo Shop on her way back home to the house. Then, you gimme fifteen minutes to kill her and steal the gems. This is a simple home robbery like the one you had duplicated and executed on July fourth, during our vacation trip to the Bahamas isles. But this time, the robber comes back for the gems and…”

“No!” Erik shook a skull, not wanting to piss off Diane for a second time. She was really upset and fighting mad on the mobile telephone call earlier with the cancelled plot of Poppy’s death plan. He frowned with a nod. “I’ve called it off for tonight. I found out the divorce papers were delivered today, probably inside the mail box. She needs to see the divorce papers, making her emotional, justifying her death.”

She dropped her hand with a grin and a nod. “That fits into the original plan along with me stealing the gem stones tonight, remember, Erik?”

He shook a skull with a sour frown. “No, not tonight, Diane, Poppy needs to get mad about the divorce first, before we steal the gem stones from her.”

She pointed to the open garage door again with a stern face and a serious tone. “You need to leave, now. When she comes home at nine fifteen, I pow Poppy with her own pinky-pink gun. You come back home at nine thirty, finding a dead wife. The Coral Gables police will chalk it up as a home invasion gone wrong, again.”

He shook a skull with a frown, “No, tomorrow night, she’ll be badly upset about the divorce then you can steal the gem stones, right before she comes home from the Photo Shop, tomorrow night. She’ll go absolutootly crazy, fighting with the robber. Then she gets shot dead. This is my new brilliant plan, Diane.”

“Te detesto…” yelled Diane in the Spanish words with a sour frown.

“Veronica needs…” he shouted back at Diane.

“Te odio…” she yelled in the Spanish words again, waving both hands.

“Veronica needs…” he shouted back at her.

“Voy a matar…” she yelled in the Spanish words and sprinted to Erik, reaching over and stole his hand gun from the shoulder hostler, holding it in the air with a grin and a laugh.

He shook a skull at Diane’s silly teen-ass behavior.

Diane swung around, dancing to the rear door, leading into the back yard, exiting the house of Erik.

The rear doors locked shut behind her ass, keeping Diane out of Erik’s house.

Erik looked down with a smile at the clean terrazzo, back stepping from the hallway entrance toward the open garage door. He planned to leave the house, before Veronica came home from her night job. He quickly visualized the plotted murder plan, grinning with delight.

Tomorrow night, Veronica would come home, grabbing the mailed letter and then see the divorce papers, getting really pissed off at him. They would shout and scream at each other, setting up the murder scene in the darkness of the late evening. Then when Veronica was dead and buried, the millions upon millions would belong to him.

He smiled down at the clean, hearing the grunt that came from the Florida room, jerking a confused brow to see a shadow, blocking the hallway entrance and yelled. “Veronica…”

Three bullets hit Erik in the right eyeball and as his body fell backward and then forward, landing on a face and bounced off the nose, landing on a back spine inside the hallway aisle.

 

 

9:04 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Erik and Veronica Seamus

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with starry night of bright stars

 

 

I moved on a pair of designer spiked heels through an open front door, trending the latest clothing styles, too, “Black furniture?” I turned with a stern face and scanned the room, spotting my police detective partner Keel Palmer.

Keel and I, a pair of homicide detective officers worked for the police department of Coral Gables, since a dead body had exploded in red blood over the floor of 324 Camilo Avenue.

Keel moved ahead and turned, stopping and stood in front of the bloody crime scene.

I moved ahead, stopping and stood at the dining room table, resting my oversized designer handbag on top of the white butcher paper. The white butcher paper decorated the dining room table, protecting the crime germs from police contamination. I open the handbag, pulling out the police issued laptop computer, starting a new first degree cold-blooded murder. I placed the laptop on top of the white butcher paper, lifting the lid and rebooted the computer, hearing the musical beeps and his voice.

“Hey, third-girl, the body’s over here.” Keel pointed down at the floor with a smile and a nod.

I back stepped from the dining room, hearing the rustle of the loose paper underneath my designer shoes, turning and strolled to a built-in book shelf, lining the entire wall inside the peach colored foyer. I stopped and stood in the middle of the book shelf, examining each object with a stern face and a detective eyeballs. The book shelf contained numerous family photographs within an individual glass picture frame and numerous golden and silver plated sports trophies. I back stepped from the book shelf with a puzzled brow, swinging around and moved ahead, hearing the rustle of the loose butcher paper underneath my designer shoes and the soft voices of the other police officers at the crime scene.

The Coral Gable police officers had placed individual rolls of white butcher paper over the terrazzo floor and the numerous black colored floor rugs, not contaminating the hard criminal evidence.

In the US State of Florida, numerous houses are built on top of a flat slab of smooth concrete, resting inside the sandy soil, allowing for the creation of a one-room living space unit, a Florida room. The room was composed of a foyer, a living room, and a dining room, without any barrens of physical walls, usually with a set of an elegant squared or curved archway for decoration.

The Seamus house displayed a set of curved archways, separating the open Florida room that consisted of a dining room and a living room.

I yelled, “I am coming over, plow-boy. Have you seen the family photos, yet? There’s a child. Where’s the child, Keel? Where’s the mother or the father of the child?” I turned and scanned the physical outlay of the house, stopping and stood beside Keel.

Keel was from the city of Ocala. The country landscape was known for raising wild racing horses and groves of bushy orange fruit trees, making Keel dress the part of a wild-ass cowboy, just to piss Addison off or turn Addison on. She hadn’t figured out the interior motion of Keel, since they had been police homicide partners for three years within the city of Coral Gables police department.

Keel was handsome a man with a million dollar smile, a tone of bronze tinted skin from fishing on the Atlantic Ocean’s waters for crabs and he was tall like a Roman god. He measured six feet and three inches with a head of black colored hair, a pair of dark green eyeballs as he was compared to four feet and ten inches on Addison, his police partner.

Yeah, baby, they looked funny, standing side by side, but Addison was the boss.

Coral Gables was an independent city within the Miami-Dade Country of Florida, thirty seven square miles with a population almost 42,000 people. That was 3,216 people-per-square mile, until someone decided to apply the concept of subtraction to the math equation by minus one.

I was Addison Perez, thirty one years old, single, and unavailable. My lover-boyfriend liked and protected me from all bad things within metro city Miami, making me very happy. They were not married yet, but they debated that concept every night, after sweaty sexy lust.

I was the third daughter of four girls, possessing a doctoral degree in psychology. Since, I liked to mess with people’s minds within my neurons along with missing an ankle bone with my gun, if I didn’t get pissed off, too much. I was born and raised like a native mango fruit in Miami, Florida. I possessed a head of shoulder-length black colored hair, a tone of olive tinted complexion. My eyeballs color was dark brown with a pair of eyelids that were painted up like Queen Cleo’s black eyeliner and a pour of fire engine red lipstick.

I stood at four feet and ten inches without the stiletto heels and rode with my favorite girlfriend, a .357 snub nosed Magnum.

The hand gun was uglier than a blow fish, but the two and a half gun barrel was compact and complete for killing a being while delivering awesome magnum performance when not inside my oversized designer handbag.

My grandparents had floated on top of a wooden raft for six hot days and five cold nights, coming from the foreign country of Cuba in the 1980s, landing on the sandy coral reefs at Key West, Florida. Firstly, they suffered the water, the rain, the waves, the sharks, and the US Coast Guard boats. Secondly, they survived the prejudice, the punishment, and the injustice, not being born as a USA citizen of a great country. Thirdly, I understood their plight and their mercy now, not as a young kid.

But that was a different story.

My parents were born in the city Miami as second generation with automatic USA citizenship. Thus, this made me a third generation naturally born USA citizen.

Keel liked to annoy with his lovely creativity nickname for Addison, third-girl.

I didn’t mind, since I flung it right back at him, plow-boy.

Keel stood with a smile near the dead body, whipping out his mobile telephone, typing on the tiny keyboard and read out loud his findings for all eardrums. “The metro city of Miami tropical climate weather forecast for today. We’re in the dry season, since it rains during the months of November and December.” He turned with a smile and stared down at the black colored hair roots of Addison. “I like rain. It should rain in the months of July and August, too. Did you think so, too, third-girl?” He turned and read the mobile telephone screen with a smile and a chuckle.

The first police officer moved around the house, hearing the rustle of the white butcher paper underneath his shoes, stopping and stood on the other side of Addison, staring down at her black colored hair roots with a stern face. “The house is both empty and quiet. No music. No radio. No television. There were no other occupants inside the house or outside around the grounds when we arrived after the phone call of the murder. We are certain that this is Erik Seamus, the owner of the house. But it has not verified, yet.”

I stared with a stern face down at the dead body, “Why not?” I had arrived late to the crime scene. Now, the police officers must repeat everything and updated my neurons.

Keel read his mobile telephone with a smile and a chuckle to all eardrums. “There are twenty five miles of geographic area in the city of Miami, Florida. Thirty seven percent is covered by marshes. The ocean makes up thirty two percent and the grasslands are eleven percent. The croplands are six percent. Did you know that, too, third-girl?” He typed on the phone with a smile, looking up more useless information to read to Addison for fun.

The first police officer stared down at the dead body with a stern face. “The body did not carry any type of ID. His car is parked half-way inside an open garage in front of us. The nice foreign sports car license tag has been verified and is owned by Erik Seamus. His DMV photo on my computer matches his description red colored hair, pale tinted skin, five feet and eleven inches tall. No other name is listed on either the house or the car.”

“Did you see the family photos inside the built-in book shelf? There is a child. Where’s the child, which must have a mother?” I thumbed over a collar bone to the the book shelf, staring with a stern face at the dead body.

The second police officer moved around the house, hearing the rustle of the whiter butcher paper underneath his shoes, stopping and stood on the other side of Keel, looking down at the dead body with a stern face. “The investigation crew has found female clothing, female items, and other female stuff. There is post office delivered mail pieces on top of the dining room table with the exact same address for a Mrs. Erik Seamus, who is named as Veronica Seamus.”

“That is the wife. Where’s the child?” I stared down at the Coral Gables forensic team. The forensic team measured and cut sample of the dead body for all kinds of biological, chemical, and DNA testing.

Keel read from his mobile telephone with a smile and a nod for all eardrums. “Eight hours of sunshine in one perfect sunny day in Miami, Florida. Why the hell can’t Miamians kill during the day?” He typed on the phone for more useless information to entertain the eardrums of Addison with a chuckle and a grin.

The second police officer shook a skull, staring down at the dead body. “We didn’t find any clues to a child, Addison. There is no baby furniture, no baby clothing, or any baby food. Maybe, these family photos belong to a nephew of the deceased or the missing Mrs. Seamus.”

Keel read from his mobile telephone with a smile and a nod for all eardrums. “Did you know that in the month of October?” He turned and stared down at the hair roots of Addison. “This is the month of July.” He turned and read from the phone with a chuckle for all eardrums. “On October first, the sea temperature is eighty two degrees of hotness.” He typed on the phone for more information to annoy Addison with a smile.

I stared down at the dead body. “Have we located the Mrs. Seamus?”

The second police officer stared down at the dead body. “Not yet!”

The first police officer continued to stare down at the dead body. “Erik wears a hand gun shoulder harness across his shoulder blades with a missing piece. I think that we just IDed the weapon.”

“One down and two more to go,” I exhaled with a puff of determination, staring down at the dead body.

The second police officer stared down at the dead body. “The missing hand gun is a semi-automatic hand gun 9mm caliber in blue tinted alloy steel finish. Erik had registered the hand gun and him as the owner with the Coral Gables police department in July of this year.”

Keel read from the mobile telephone with a smile and a nod for all eardrums. “The hand gun includes one, seven bullet magazine. It is a fun double-action, hammer-fired, locked-breech pistol with a smooth trigger pull. It features smooth melted edges for ease of holstering, carrying, and drawing. The length is six inches with a barrel length of three point twelve inches.”

“Thanks Keel.” I continued to stare with a stern face down at the dead body.

“Hey, third-girl, the gun comes in girly pink tinted frames, too.” Keel read from the phone with a smile and a chuckle, typing on the phone for more useless information to entertain Addison.

“Thanks Keel.” I continued to stare with a stern face down at the dead body.

The first police officer exhaled with a huff and stared down at the dead body. “Are you ready for the Vic’s murder scenario, Addison?”

“Shoot!” I chuckled with Keel.

The first police officer back stepped from the dead body, swinging around, moving to a lonely portable cart in the middle of the floor with a stern face. “We need to dress in the protective gear, including a pair of yellow booties before marching through the same foot falls of the Vic’s murder scene.” He stopped and stood in front of a portable cart. The portable cart stood alone between the archway of the dining room and the foyer which contained short rows of various sized yellow colored PPE or personal protection equipment. He dressed in a pair of yellow booties over the pair of shoes and a pair of yellow gloves over both hands, back stepping and moved to the side, stopped, watching the two police detectives.

I back stepped from the dead body first and moved to the portable cart, stopping and standing in place, dressing with a pair of yellow booties over my designer spiked heels shoes, a pair of yellow rubber gloves over my French manicure and a yellow paper gown over my designer outfit. I was ready to investigate the new scene.

Keel back stepped from the dead body, following behind Addison, pocketing the mobile telephone and stopped, standing beside her and dressed like the first police officer without wearing the paper gown over his clothes. He was not going to touch or rub against any oily or rough surface during the visual inspection.

The first police officer swung around and led Addison and Keel back toward the hallway again, stopping and stood in front of the dead body and the working forensics team member. He did not move into the open garage, avoiding the humid weather outside the house.

The city of Coral Gables was a tree rich lush tropical place that was filled with lizards from groups of small green geckos to the large Cuban anoles. They not only showed up on a residential sidewalk but inside your house, in your car, and had been known to scurry up a trouser’s leg at time or two. They were pretty much everywhere, but bugs were not, since the lizards were Mother Nature’s pest control service for free.

The first police officer pointed ahead to the open garage side door with a stern face. “That’s the garage…”

“The second garage…” Keel followed behind and stopped beside Addison with a smile and a chuckle, facing the open garage door.

“What second garage?” I stopped and stood beside the first police office, looking over a collar bone to see the rest of the house. There was a Florida room, the kitchen, and maybe another room that was beyond the kitchen space. Then I turned and stared at Keel.

Keel held up two fingers near his grin with a chuckle. “This house has two garages, one on each side of the front porch. It’s night time. You probably missed the other one on the other side of the house.”

I turned and frowned at each side wall of the hallway and the open door of the garage. “I’ve heard of a split-level house, but a split-level garage.”

Keel nodded, “The second garage is probably illegal. Whoever had built the second garage probably didn’t get the proper inspection and code rights from the Coral Gables City Hall. Since the Gables inspector would not have approved that illegal constructed structure.”

“Check that also.” I ordered as the boss of the murder investigation.

Keel whipped out the mobile telephone with a smile and a nod, reading the information for all eardrums. “October is the autumn part of the year for us. That means we experience peaks of heat like summertime but drops low to a nice evening. It’s still wet, thou. That’s wet with rain, which is usually clear to warm, making for pleasant weather.”

The first police officer stood in front of the dead body, pointing at all the different features of the house with a stern face. “This is one of two garages. And this hallway is about fifteen feet long from the garage side door, leading out into an open Florida room. We have carefully landed out white butcher paper, covering the entire terrazzo floor. Inside the hallway, the door on your right is the master bedroom. The door on the left is the master bathroom.”

“Separated master facilities, too?” I turned and frowned at the open archways.

“Split seems to be the common word, tonight. Split garage, split master rooms, splitting headache.” Keel pointed down at the dead body with a chuckle.

The first police officer pointed to the garage. “We didn’t find an attached bathroom inside the master bedroom suite, either. The Vic opened the garage door which wasn’t locked from the inside. He passed the archways of both the bedroom and bathroom, traveling about eight feet from the garage door and then was shot in the face with three nine-millimeter bullets.”

I looked down with a stern face to see the naked floor. “So the killer stood about right here, where my heels are inside the edge of a very dark hallway. There is hardly any bright eyeball and face lightning down this long hallway, a perfect ambush for murder.” I looked down to study the floor, not seeing any type of dust or dirt that could have been made by the killer either.

Keel read from the mobile telephone with a smile and a chuckle for all eardrums. “Do you know that only five percent of folks ever survive a head gunshot wound?” He looked down at the dead body. “And they say that location, location, and location of the wound determines, if you live or you die.”

I turned and frowned at each side wall of hallway. “Thanks, Keel!”

The Miami-Dade coroner squatted down and probed with a pair of gloved hands and a set of instruments around the dead body, saying into the mobile telephone the legal examination. “Penetrating orbito-cranial gunshot injury.”

Keel nodded. “A lethal shot to the brain.”

The coroner looked down with a stern face, pointing at the body features of the dead man. “The direct bull’s eye of the first bullet played a major role in his death, Addison. The Vic was shot from the front to the back of his skull. One of the three bullets crossed over into the midline, involving the other lobe, destroying both of his functioning hemispheres. A bullet, while damaging a Vic’s right hemisphere, can leave an individual weak on the left side, as well as, affecting brain function controls of cognition, memory, and speech.”

Keel chuckled. “No screaming like a wussie.”

The coroner pointed at the messy face of the dead body. “Most of the bone on the right side of the Vic’s face is flown into pieces, making the right eyeball fall down into his open mouth. The tissue, surrounding the eye socket, had closed, acting as a barrier, stopping blood loss. My final autopsy report will read something like this. The wound was mainly caused by three separate shrapnel fragments of the bullets. No prognostic complications of infection, intracranial hemorrhage, or epileptic seizures.”

Keel chuckled with a nod, “Dead stiff on the floor.”

“Thanks Keel,” I frowned at the dead body.

The captain of forensics team one wore a set of yellow protection gear, moved from the floor, scooting around the body and stood beside Keel, staring down at the body. “We came to the same conclusion, Addison. The bullet shot was very accurate, injecting into a right eyeball, scrambling the brains. Mr. Seamus died instantly while slamming his body like a surf board onto the hard flooring. He broke off some front teeth and busted both his lips and his nose bridge, bouncing once and landed on his back spine within death’s peaceful slumber.”

“Ouch!” Keel reached and touched a nose with a sour frown.

The first police officer stared down at the dead body. “Mr. Seamus is dressed in a blue pinned striped business suit of jacket, trousers, wearing a pair of blue loafers with a white button-down cotton dress shirt. He probably was coming home from his work place.”

The second police officer moved and stood beside the first police, staring down at the dead body. “Mr. Seamus works at the Third National Bank of Florida in downtown Miami on Brickell Avenue. We verified all that data from the police database.”

“We will visit them tomorrow morning, plow-boy.” I turned and stared at Keel, who played on his mobile telephone with a smile, swinging back to see the dead body with a stern face. “Does Erik have any other type of identification on his body?”

The first police officer continued to stare down at the dead body. “No.”

I continued to stare down at the dead body. “Was there any ID inside his master bedroom on the clothing bureau or the night stand near the bed?”

“No,” the second police officer continued to stare down at the dead body.

“How do we verify that he is Mr. Erik Seamus?” I continued to stare down at the dead body.

The first police officer stared down at the dead body. “His car’s locked. I believe that’s where his ID is being kept.”

“Locked!?” I frowned down at the dead body.

The first police officer nodded down to the dead body. “We found the vehicle locked. We didn’t want to pop open the wrong car, until verification of Erik Seamus’ person. And I was waiting on you, Addison, to make that call.”

I wave a hand for the tour in silence, staring at the dead body.

The first police officer back stepped from the dead body, swinging around to led Addison and Keel, scooting around the forensics crew that was continuing to finger print and photography all the rooms and all the furniture for any types of fresh leads into a new murder case of Coral Gables homicide division.

The officer moved through the archway, down the two steps of the front porch, turning and moved across the wet grass and stepped onto a bricked driveway toward the opened garage.

I followed the back spine of the officer through the archway, down the two steps of the front porch, turning and moved into the wet grass, looking over a collar bone to see the other side of the exterior house with a confused brow. “Who found the body?”

“The neighbor’s kid did when their dogs ran across the street, looking for a place to shit its turds. The dogs decided to use a clean yard over here,” the first police officer turned and led into the open garage space with a smile and a chuckle, “No matter the breed or street sign, dogs are all the same.”

I turned and stopped, standing inside the archway of an open garage space with a stern face. “One side door leads to and from the garage room accessed by the hallway. This house has a very weird design.” I turned and stared at the city street in front of the house with a worried brow. “I didn’t want to wake the neighbors.”

Keel stopped and stood beside Addison, turning to see the city street and the lights inside each residential house. “Are you joking, third-girl? The entire neighborhood’s awake, watching us like a gang of vampire stalkers. Hell, every single Florida room’s lamp is lit as they stand inside a kitchen island, drinking a cup of hot sugary espresso, viewing the police thrill action through an open curtain. And the cop cars are killing the nicely manicured Coral Gable property owned city street grass with a set of heated engines, running blue and white lights, and smoking tail pipes.”

The first officer observed inside the car inside the garage with a stern face and a nod. “I want to locate Mrs. Seamus first, before we damage the sports car and after the alarm sounds, waking up the next three city streets both east and west of Camilo. There could be more physical evidence inside the car along with the missing ID. Maybe, that’s why it’s locked.”

I could see the blue and white running lights of each police car plus the red and blue flashing lights of each fire truck, ambulance, and paramedic. The emergency vehicles sat and burned the living grass on both sides of Camilo Avenue, starting south from the city street of LeJeune Road toward the north, as far as, my eyeballs can see within the darkness.

Coral Gables was famous for the thick lush green tree leaves of over stories, beautifully arching over each city street which was similar to the Hollywood movie “Gone with the Wind.” Because it was against the law to shoot or rip out a planted tree without the written permission of the Coral Gables City Hall Council.

I could not see the intersection of Salzedo Street, but I did know that the emergency vehicles sat there and killed the healthy grass too beyond the darkness. I had to park beside the pickup truck of Keel.

I swung around and stared at a single shiny black sports car, moving forward and stopped, standing in front of the car driver’s door, reaching out and touched, lifting the door handle.

Locked.

I bit the lip out of nervous habit, turning and studying the garage space. The garage room space was very small narrow, barely holding one car inside the four enclosed walls of the garage. The wall did not hold a side attachment like a set of wooden shelves for display flower gardening or lawn yard tools. I continued to scan the walls. “Check for a yard service company tomorrow. I don’t see a lawn mower inside this garage.”

“The lawn mower could be inside the other garage.” Keel moved forward, strolling around the single sports cars, touching the door handle, the engine hood, and other parts of the car.

“I see only bare walls.” I scanned the walls.

“It is a car garage, third-girl.” Keel stopped and leaned down, peeking inside the passenger window for the items, since a free hand held his mobile telephone like other people.

“This garage displays three plain walls of cold natural frosty gray concrete slabs.” I moved ahead, following the bumper of the car and stopped, staring at the open side garage door. “The car garage door is open. The car door is locked. And the house garage door is unlocked and open. I don’t see any physical damage to the door from a bullet or a fist. What you do think, plow-boy?”

Keel stood upright with a smile and turned, moving ahead and gently shoved Addison through the open garage door archway, saying with a stern face over her hair roots. “I think that the Vic parked his car inside his garage and then exited. He locked the driver’s door for some silly reason, not trusting his wife, maybe.” He chuckled. “The Vic opened the unlocked door then stomped on his leathers…”

“Leathers?” I moved ahead, studying the walls and the floor with a confused brow.

Keel gently shoved on the back spine of Addison with a smile. “Leathers, you know a fancy name for shoes that are made from the hides of cows. He stomped on his expensive leathers down a darken hallway, since the lights were off. This hallway doesn’t own an overhead lamp for bright eyeball illumination. He stomped towards the killer. Then the killer shoots three bullets into his brains, certainly ensuring a great kill.” He stopped and stood over the dead body with a nod and a stern face.

The forensics team had moved away from the dead body, working around the different rooms, gathering more new clues of the murder victim. The captain of the forensics team stopped and stood inside the archway of the master bedroom with a stern face, holding an object in the air. “Look at this. I found one of the exposed bullet shells. There’s pink nail polish on the outside of the bullet shell.”

The second forensics team member stood inside the archway beside the captain holding a single object with a confused brow. “And the first bullet coming straight out of Erik’s skull shows a set of girly pink nail polish on the bottom of the bullet, too. This is a perfect match of the ammo inside the same clip of bullets matching a missing hand gun.”

The first police officer moved from the garage and stopped, standing slightly behind and between Addison and Keel, looking at the bullet. “Doesn’t a pinch of girly finger nail polish that is coated on the tip of the bullet when fired from the hand gun while traveling through the chamber then through the air, burn off the painted finger nail polish from an exploding bullet?”

The forensics team captain shook a capped skull. “No, the enamel of finger polish is very similar to enamel paint. It doesn’t come off, ever.”

The second forensics team member said, “Does girly nail polish really work for water proofing bullets?”

The second police officer moved from the garage and stood beside the first police officer with a smile and a nod. “Yeah, it does work. I used my sister’s nail polish all the time on my gun’s bullets.”

“I wasn’t aware that it was a question, since I’ve been using clear nail polish for water proofing a loaded round for years, especially when I carry a gun hunting for quail or riding around on my motorcycle in the Miami rain storms,” a third police officer moved from the Florida room and stopped, standing in front of the dead body, staring at Addison, Keel, and the other two police officer with a smile and a nod.

The second police officer smiled. “You do know that there is such a thing as primer sealant available at the gun shops.”

“For nine or ten dollars per half-ounce, another rip off,” the third police officer nodded with a sour frown.

The first police officer frowned. “I thought all girly nail polish was flammable.”

“And so is the ignition of gun powder, sir,” the forensics team captain laughed with a smile.

The second police officer smiled with a nod. “I go to the paint shop and buy clear lacquer at nine dollars for a quart. Then I thin it down and increase the volume, using acetone. And for ya fairy turds, there’s colored lacquer in hot pink, toads,” laughing.

“Girly nail polish is indeed flammable, but once it dries, it poses little fire concern. It’s clearly visible when dried as a mutant orangey-reddish hue, not a bright girly pink,” the third police office nodded with a grin.

“I seal the primers of my .223 SD bullets with red tinted nail polish. Dab it on then wipe it off. It takes about thirty seconds to do one bullet. Make sure you wipe the excess off quickly, because the stuff dries pretty fast on a small object. And I found out the hard way,” the third police officer chuckled.

“One half-ounce bottle for nine bucks at the gun shop, my wife buys and pays one half-ounce bottle of nail polish for one dollar and fifty cents. It seals water out for thirteen days,” the second police officer smiled with a nod.

I nodded with a stern face. “I will theorize here. Our killer used his girly nail polish for painting the primer and case mouth tip of the bullet as water proofing. Ladies and gentlemen, we are dealing with a professional shooter that understands both bullets and guns.”

“The paint on each bullet tip is now the gunman’s identification signature.” Keel pointed to the pink painted nail polished bullet.

The forensics team captain nodded. “And I’m going to add to my theory that the killer is a female, since her handy work is very sloppy. A male isn’t so messy, painting with watercolors or nail polish on his precious ammo.”

“I use green for go,” the third police officer chuckled.

“Go on, folks. Get and gimme more answers.” I nodded with a stern face, back stepping from the dead body and turned, moving and stopped inside the master bedroom. The bedcover hung over the sleigh bed, puddling over a clean floor, smelling the clean and good-smelling master bathroom for one second. I stepped backward into the hallway and turned, moving forward and stopped, standing and staring down at the dead body.

Keel leaned over and rubbed her bicep with a smile to piss Addison off, since she was happily bonded with Armando Zaragoza.

Armando was an American like Addison with a Cuban bloodline too. They had met five years ago during church service at dinner which was set up by their loving married parents. Parents did sometimes know best, mentally thinking about a pair of eternal love-life mates for their children.

I wondered why things like this happened, when two people fell out of love, staring down at the dead body, shaking off Keel’s hand. “What do you think, plow-boy?”

“The ‘wall of keys’ is a fascinating piece of shitty art work. The master bedroom is immaculately cleaned. And I think we need to find Mrs. Seamus.” Keel stared down at the dead body with a smile.

“Here, I live here. I live inside this house.” The tall female stopped and stood inside the open archway of the front door with a confused brow and a shout of panic.

Keel and I scooted around the dead body, running forward and stopped inside the foyer room to see the unfamiliar soprano voice.

“Whoa, mama,” Keel stopped and stood next to Addison, staring at the tall female inside the archway with a smile and a grunt.

The tall female was tall, one, and beautiful, two. She was replacing both sandals over a pair of naked feet, sashaying forward inside the house.

Keel exhaled with a smirk and a grunt.

The tall female was five feet and ten inches with a head of long blonde locks. Her spiked heeled sandals increased her tallness to goddess size, measuring over six feet.

I saw a tone bronze tinted skin on a heart shaped face.

Keel saw her big breasts inside a tiny tank top on her skinny body with a grunt and a smirk.

The tall female glided into the foyer and stopped, standing and turned, staring down at a glass table inside the foyer.

“Are you Mrs. Erik Seamus?” I stood in place with a stern face.

Keel moved ahead and stood in front of the female with a smile and a grunt.

The tall female turned and frowned at Keel. “I am. Where’s Erik? What’s happened? I couldn’t move and park my car down the street.”

Keel reached out and gently touched the female on her naked bicep with a sad face and a nod. “I am so sorry, Mrs. Seamus. Mr. Seamus is dead.”

Mrs. Seamus looked down with a puzzled brow to see the floor, then ceiling, and then Keel, shaking her long blonde tinted curls. “No, he can’t be. We live in a nice neighborhood of Coral Gables which is free of crime and violence.” She turned and scanned the interior rooms of her house with as puzzled brow. “Is he hurt? Is he conscious? Where’s Erik? Did the robber harm him? Is he inside the ambulance? I see an ambulance on the grass. Get him inside the ambulance for a trip to the hospital for medical treatment. We have very good health insurance. The physicians can help him.” She moved forward toward the dining room and swing around to see the hallway. The hallway was L-shaped, leading straight toward the master bedroom and turned, heading into a guest bedroom on the right side of the walls. She slammed a hand against the hallway wall, staring down at dead and bloody Erik and back pedaled. She covered both hands over an open mouth with a shout. “No!” Mrs. Seamus turned to the left, running and tripped over a piece of the loose butcher paper, moving toward the front door.

Keel swung around with a confused brow, watching her escape and side stepped to the right, reaching out and grabbed at her arm to stop the advancement into the darkness, since the blackness of the night would disguise her escape exit.

Mrs. Seamus turned and rushed to the left, huddling into the wall corner inside the foyer, dropping down onto both kneecap, vomiting into the pretty peach colored wall paint.

Keel paced behind Mrs. Seamus and fell down, dropping onto both knees, reaching gout and held back her long blonde locks from her messy deluge for both respect and assistance.

Mrs. Seamus gasped then vomited again against the wall paint, covering a mouth, sobbing with a set of wet hot tears.

I saw her back pedal from the hallway and waited. I watched Keel grab her waist, hearing the sickening noise of vomit. I gagged within my throat along with three of the police officers. Sometimes, that vile audio sound just was not right for human eardrums.

I realized that Mrs Seamus was not fleeing but flooding the wall paint with her inner guts. I swung around and rushed down the hallway, turning to the right, moving into the pretty mint green and black colored guest bathroom of seashell tiles and stopped, standing in front of the wash sink and grabbed a clean mint green colored hand towel from the hand rack. I spanked on faucet, drowning the towel in water, lightly ringing the wetness inside the sink and lifted the wet towel and turned, dashing from the bathroom, down the hallway and out into the foyer toward the two folded bodies of Keel and Mrs. Seamus.

She continued to bend down on both kneecaps, wiping the vomit from a mouth.

I stopped and leaned down, handing the wet towel down to Keel as he accepted the towel and assisted the new widow, handing her the item.

Mrs. Seamus lifted and suffocated a face with the wet towel, draining off with the puke. She coughed then wiped and then sobbed, wiping a face clean, folding the towel into quarters, hiding the smelly puke from hr eyeballs.

One of the police officers rushed and topped beside Addison, providing a second wet towel.

I accepted the towel and held it in the air for her, holding my breath without puking out my guts, too.

Keel assisted her to stand on her naked feet, since she had lost the sandals, a second time. Brown shit, green puke, and yellow piss did not bother Keel’s stomach lining, since his penis was trying to escape from his blue jeans. He turned and guided a newly widowed beautiful Mrs. Seamus to the lonely white colored loveseat inside the peach colored foyer.

I turned and marched back to the dining room table, grabbing and turned, toting one of the dining room chairs from the table, stopping and stood, parking the chair in the center stage of Mrs. Seamus.

Keel and Mrs. Seamus sat and cuddled on top of the loveseat. He looked up with a wink and a grunt to see Addison from his flirting amusement.

Mrs. Seamus suffocated a face down into the wet towel, a second time.

I sat inside the chair and offered the clean towel with a stern face. “Please use this one, Mrs. Seamus.”

She dropped the nasty green tinted towel to the floor and accepted the new one, rubbing it from a forehead down to the breasts.

Keel smiled and stared at her sexy hand movements, swarming his body over her sexy body in grunts.

Mrs. Seamus looked up with a red swollen face and a whisper to see Addison. “Thank you.” She dropped her eyelashes down to the towel over an arm, patting the towel with a sad face. “I have never…”

“Death,” I stood from the dining room chair with a puff and turned with a stern face, dashing back to the dining room table, gathering up items from the table surface, including the police issued laptop and a single wooden folded tray. I lifted and toted both items into two hands, slowly turning and moved back to the loveseat with Mrs. Seamus and Keel. I placed the laptop inside the empty dining room chair and setup the wooden tray, lifting and placing the laptop over the new tiny table surface, sitting inside the chair, staring at the hair roots of Mrs. Seamus. “Mrs. Seamus, thank you for identifying your husband. We are so sorry for your loss. I am Addison Perez, a detective from the Coral Gables police homicide division. This is my partner Detective Keel Palma.” I held all fingers over the keyboard. “Please try to understand, we have numerous questions for you. Do you feel like talking about his untimely death?” My eyeballs noted her body language, since I possessed a doctoral in psychology. Psychology was the study of a human mind along with the external times a human breathed during a lie and a truth within an inner spirit and an invisible soul.

“Alright,” Mrs. Seamus said with a nod and a whisper to Addison.

Keel leaned over and wrapped both biceps around her waist for supporting and molesting.

“Mrs. Seamus, I will start with the basic questions first. What is your full name?” I typed on the laptop with a stern face.

“Poppy Seamus,” She said meekly, staring at the floor.

I raised the post office mail into the air where I had stolen from the top of the dining room table with a stern face. “This piece of mail states Veronica Seamus.”

“Poppy is a nickname that…er…” Veronica stared down at the terrazzo floor.

“Poppy, it is.” I typed. “Where’s your child, Poppy?”

“Child?” Veronica frowned at Addison.

I turned and pointed to the numerous picture frames of photographs inside the book shelf beside the loveseat with a nod and a stern face. “Where’s your child?”

She turned and viewed the book shelf with a confused brow. “I do not have a child. Those photographs are Erik as a child. They belong to him. They’re his childhood pictures…”

“….from the birth canal, me thinks,” smiled Keel.

Veronica didn’t seem to notice, patting the towel.

I exhaled with a nod, “Noted. May I use Mr. Seamus’ first name during our data collecting, just for speediness of our police services?”

“Yes.” Veronica continued to stare down at the floor, patting the towel.

“Does Erik have any enemies that might do this?” I turned and stared at her moving hand.

“No.” She continued to stare down at the floor, patting the towel.

“Ask her all the questions at the same time, Addison? Then we can hear, if Poppy has a different type of response besides no.” Keel smiled at Veronica. She smiled at Keel. Then he winked at her.

“Alright,” I exhaled. “Do you have any enemies? Does his family have any enemies? Do any of your family members have the same enemies? Has his place of employment received any type of verbal, electronic, or written death threats that you heard about? Has your place of employment received any of the same? Have any of your friends been threatened by a single or multiply act of violence lately? Do you attend any university academic school classes? Do you work for the US government in any capacity? Does anyone else share the residence with you and Erik?”

“No,” Veronica stared down at the floor, patting the towel.

“Alright,” I exhaled. “To expedite the police procedure, I’m going to provide you with all datum that my little computer has complied for the past thirty minutes, Poppy. And I’d like for you to agree that all the facts are correct or stop me, if any one fact is incorrect.”

“Yes,” she stared down at the floor, patting the towel.

I stared at her closed eyelids. “You and Erik live at 324 Camilo Avenue in Coral Gables for the past three years. Erik works for Third National Bank of Florida as an investment manager in Coconut Grove for the past seven years. You work at Charity Coral Gables Hospital as an industrial engineer in the IT department for the past four years. You do not have any children or pets. Do you want to add to that list, Poppy?”

“No,” she stared down at the floor, patting the towel.

Keel smiled down at her breasts.

I stared at her natural blonde hair. “It has been estimated that Erik’s death occurred at around nine o’clock.”

She looked up with a confused brow to see Addison. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Excuse me!” I frowned.

She turned and stared out the front window then back to the book shelf, and finally at Addison with a confused brow. “It’s about nine fifteen, now. How did you get to the house so fast, if Erik’s death occurred at nine o’clock?”

I frowned. “I usually am the one asking that question, Poppy, not answering it. But to address the request, your neighbor reported a dead body to the police. The Coral Gables police department is located about three blocks away on Salzedo Street, we responded immediately from the 911 telephone call.”

“O, poor Franco, is that child alright from the tragic shock of death?” She turned and stared out the front window with a worried brow, patting on the towel.

I frowned at her nose profile. “How would you know that the child saw Erik’s body?”

Veronica turned and smiled at Addison. “Franco has two little dogs. I guess that the little dogs smelled the blood and then followed the scent to the open garage door and then found Erik. Is that correct?”

“Very good, Poppy,” I nodded with a stern face of suspicion. “Where were you at nine o’clock, tonight?”

She smiled, “Working as a model, I have a second job. I work in a photography studio, right off University Drive, and right in front of the Coral Gables police station.”

“You work in the building named Photo Shop.” I parted my lips.

She nodded with a smile. “Yes, that is a real modeling studio on the top floor with a dance studio on ground level.”

Keel chuckled. “You’re a model, too! Do you model bikinis, Poppy?”

She shook her curls. “I model wedding dresses or sometimes evening gowns for Felix…”

“….Lightsey, Coral Gable photographer, first name Felix.” I turned and pointed to the laptop with the data on the screen. “The data is right here on the screen. You have a second job, making a second income, reporting on your US Federal income taxes. Very good, Poppy.” I turned and nodded back to her. “I realize that you might not know the answer to this next question, but here goes. Do you have any idea where Erik was, before nine o’clock, besides coming home from work?”

Veronica said. “I do know the answer to that question. Erik was working late at night, preparing for the Coconut Grove dragon boat races on August fifth.”

“Coconut Grove Dragon Boat Race?” I frowned.

Keel removed both arms and jerked the mobile telephone from the pocket of his jeans, finally performing some police detective investigative work on the murder case.

She nodded. “The boat race is held every year at Collins Avenue in the Miami Beach Harbor which is sponsored by his employer the Third National Bank of Florida. We attend each year…” she looked down with a sigh to see the floor, patting on the wet towel. “Not this year, I guess.”

Keel read from the mobile telephone with a smile. “A traditional long boat race is rolled by set if manual wooden paddles. A ‘dragon’ boat is a human-powered watercraft that had originated in the Pearl River Delta region from the foreign country of China. The boat is made of wood. The ‘dragon’ boat is a team of people that compete in a paddling sport race, going all the way back 2,000 years ago. The boat is rigged with a decorative Chinese dragon head, hence the name ‘dragon’ boat, Addison.”

“Thanks Keel.” I turned and typed the new information on the laptop with a stern face.

“And tails,” Keel laughed.

I turned and frowned at him. “Tells what, Keel?”

Keel chuckled, “T.a.i.l, tail, the boat is rigged with a dragon head and a dragon tail for fun.”

Veronica giggled.

I turned and exhaled with a puff of annoyance, typing the new information on the laptop. “Thanks for a second time, Keel. Poppy, we will discuss Erik’s preparation project work with his employer, tomorrow. Do you know if Erik might have met someone else for this meeting, driving away from his business office? Do you know any of the staff members, working on the Coconut Grove Dragon Boat Race project from the Third National Bank of Florida?”

“No!” Poppy shook her curls.

“Alright!” I exhaled and typed on the laptop. “When was the last time you and Erik saw each other?”

She said. “A little before five o’clock, this morning, I kissed him, goodbye. He was rising from the bed…”

I turned and frowned at her face. “Five o’clock in the morning, do you and Erik jog in the mornings for exercise?”

She shook her curls. “No, I leave the house at four-fifty in the morning, for my profession work job at the hospital. Before I leave, I plant a goodbye kiss, then Erik rises to ready for his work day. He leaves around five o’clock for work from our house driving to downtown Brickell in Miami.”

I said. “He works at a bank. Banks all have banker’s hours from nine to five, every day.”

She nodded. “Those are the correct times when the building of the bank is opened for banking customers. But the bankers work a lot more hours, sometimes before nine and lots of time after five o’clock, attending social functions.”

“Did you communicate with him by landline, email, or cell phone today at any time?” I looked down to see her pat the towel. “Do you own a mobile phone?”

She nodded. “Yes, the cell is inside my car. I parked way down the street. When I saw the massive cars of emergency vehicles, I panicked. I ran to the house, finding…” she stared down at the floor, patting on the towel.

“Did Erik communicate with you, today?” I turned and typed in the new information into the laptop with a stern face.

Poppy smiled at Addison. “He texted to me, I love you at noon. That’s the time I get off work.” She looked down with a sad face to see the floor, patting on the towel. “That was the last communication from him, forever.”

I typed on the laptop. “I’d like for you to explain your entire day, starting with the moment you awoke and add the time periods of when you last communicated with Erik.”

She exhaled. “Well, I awake at four thirty or so. I washed my face from the sleepy crumbs and brushed both my hair and teeth then dressed in my baby blue nursing scrubs for work. I woke Erik with my friendly kiss, as usual. Then I walked to my car, driving away to work.”

“You don’t wear makeup.” I turned and studied her glowing suntanned face.

She smiled. “No, this is my natural complexion.”

“And may I state that your natural self is perfectly nature.” Keel leaned over and whispered into her cheekbone with a smile.

“Thanks Keel,” I frown and typed on the laptop.

Keel smiled at Veronica. “Welcome, Addison.”

I started her testimony again with a stern face, typing on the laptop. “You drove to work…”

“I parked the car on the second level inside the parking garage. That’s my spot for the past four years. I walked from the car, across the bridge, and into my little cozy office space. I started my job.” She said.

“What exactly is your specific job?” I typed on the laptop all the new information with a stern face.

“I’m called an industrial engineer. The term uses the letters ‘IE.’ Some folks have dumbly dubbed as an imaginative engineer for fun. I have a college degree in engineering, but I didn’t plan to perform this particular type of engineering work. I program all the radiation equipment inside the physics department at Charity Coral Gables Hospital.” She nodded with a smile.

I turned and frowned at Poppy. “Program, then, your job position is really labeled a computer programmer, using computer applications.”

“In a sense, the equipment is programmed with computer assembly language. That particular computer software requires either a true computer program or a feisty engineer. When I was hired four years ago, I was hired into the finance department. Since my degree uses flowcharting and feasible studies for mapping and marking improvements in the hospital’s financial flow…”

“Money! Are you telling me that you’re trained to save dollar monies for the entire Charity Hospital Healthcare System?” I gasped.

She nodded. “Yes, an IE can save money for any profitable business company. We look at all the productivity and nonproductive measures, including, but are not limited to the ancient equipment output, the layout of any abandoned buildings, and all working staff employees.”

“You fire people, when the US economy is so tanked with high level of job loss and unemployment?” I frowned at her.

Keel looked down and read from his mobile telephone. “Hmm, that could be a motive to kill your husband, if you in your money saving job have pissed off the right kind of unfriendly co-worker.”

Veronica shook her curls. “An IE can accomplish that task very easily with a trade skill. But I want to remind you that I don’t work inside the finance department of Charity Hospital for such duties. I work inside the physics department. I recalibrate the radiation therapy equipment for the laser beaming sessions, every morning. That’s my specific job. I attended dozens of engineering training courses from laser experts in the field of physics for the right to program that equipment.”

“You were explaining to us that you went to work today and recalibrated the equipment.” I turned and typed on the laptop all the new information.

She said. “I start work at five. I eat breakfast around six in the cafeteria. My job is to monitor the equipment…”

Keel smiled. “Ya play on the internet?”

She shook her curls. “No, I can’t. The radiation leakage from the uranium crystals can damage any type of mobile telephone within a two mile radius. We are not encouraged to bring our personal cell phones into the radiation department. Or you will suffer the consequences, permanently.”

Keel leaned over and rewrapped both arms around Poppy with a smile, “Bummer! No cell phones. What do physics do without thumb padding the world?”

She smiled. “The employees leave their cells inside their cars. When they break for snack or lunch, they eat inside a driver’s seat. That’s why Erik texts me after I leave work or inside the car, before I drive home.”

“No texting, while driving.” Keel frowned at her cheekbone.

She turned and frowned at Keel. “I do not text and drive. Erik texts me, before I even open my driver’s door, then I see his loving message. Then I text him…” she turned and stared down with a sad face at the floor, patting on the towel.

I held my fingers over the keyboard. “You finished work at what time?”

“My work shift ends at noontime, exactly.” She looked up with a smile to see Addison.

“Wait!” Keel looked up with a puzzled brow to see the ceiling and her nose profile. “You start your work job at five in the morning, and quitting time is at high noon. That’s only seven hours of work.”

She turned and nodded to Keel. “Yes, seven hours of work, every day. I’m a part-time employee, but I’m paid one hundred dollars per hour.”

Keel smiled. “You make 182,000 dollars, each year.”

I turned and stared at her. “You are labeled a part-timer, so you don’t qualify for hundred percent of the fringe benefits, such as, vacation pay, sick pay, or health insurance.”

“I receive health insurance, since I wisely negotiated it in my initial employment deal, four years ago. I also have a pension plan with the hospital and a small amount of life insurance, but I do not collect vacation time. When I want off from work, then I do not get paid. So, my yearly amount is less than 182,000 dollars for all the days that I take off work for fun times with Erik.” She turned and stared down with a sad face at the floor, patting on the towel.

I typed with a nod all the new information. “You walked to your car. Were you texted at noontime, as usual?”

She looked up with a smile to see Addison. “Yes, I was texted. I drove home.”

I typed on the laptop. “Erik wasn’t home for the day, either. Does he ever come home to eat lunch with you, Poppy?”

“No,” she shook her curls.

“Then, you go to your second job?” I typed on the laptop.

She smiled. “I get up at five in the morning. I usually go to bed around ten at night, since five comes really early, after a new midnight. I always take a cat nap in the afternoon, starting at twelve twenty or twelve thirty, until I’m recharged for more action.”

“I like to cat nap.” Keel cuddled into Veronica with a smile and a grunt.

“Thanks Keel.” I frowned and typed all the new information inside the laptop, “Your second job!?”

“I toss on some clothes, usually this skirt and a tank top.” Veronica reached up and touched the skirt.

“Ah, that means you sleep in the nude.” Keel grinned at Veronica.

She turned and winked at Keel. “Yes.”

“When did you arrive at the modeling studio for modeling evening gowns, tonight?” I exhaled and typed on the laptop all the new information from Poppy.

She turned and stared at Addison. “I leave the house at four-fifty, arriving at the studio on precisely five o’clock.”

“You model in the nude for the photographer, too?” Keel grinned with a grunt.

She pulled back from Keel with a sour frown. “No. I model wedding dresses and evening gowns. I never will model in the nude, not for money, never.”

I nodded with a smile, typing on the laptop. “Good for you, Poppy! When do you leave Felix’s studio?”

“Every night at eight, fifty-five, arriving home at nine o’clock,” she turned and stared at Addison.

“Was any time, today, at either work job different for you?” I held my fingers over the keyboard with a stern face.

She shook her curls. “No.”

I typed in the new information. “Was any time, tonight, at the modeling work different for you?” I held my fingers over the keyboard with as tern face.

“No.” She said.

I typed in the new information. “What about your financial money situation?” I held my fingers over the keyboard.

“Good.” She smiled.

I typed in the new information. “Do you have a separate bank account from Erik?” I held my fingers over the keyboard.

She said. “Yes, we maintained two separate bank accounts, mostly out of habit. I moved here from Alabama, setting up housekeeping, so to speak. I possessed my bank account, credit cards, and other legal and financial accounts like a single working girl.”

“Alright,” I turned and exhaled to see Poppy. “That ends the questioning from me. I’ve typed all your responses into the laptop. Then I’ll provide a statement with your words tomorrow for review and signature, Poppy. Can you come down to the station after lunchtime and before dinner?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

I said. “Alright, I haven’t heard any deviations from your normal work day and night. Both your work day and night sounded pretty routine, tonight, too. Our next step is to interview the bank employees, your neighbors, Erik’s family members, and Felix Lightsey. Poppy, are there any additional party or parties that you could think of who might be of interest to us in this police investigation?”

“No,” she shook her curls.

Keel frowned at her cheekbone. “Why did you call this a robbery, Poppy? You said did the robber harm Erik? Then you added we live in a safe neighborhood.”

“What?” I parted my lips, staring at Keel.

Veronica turned and stared at the wall, standing and moved toward a side table underneath a wall mirror inside the tiny foyer.

I stood from the chair, swinging around to examine the far wall with a short side table. The short side table stood at about thirty inches high and fifty inches long with a set of four black legs. The top is transparent glass that was twenty inches deep. The lid was raised.

Keel stood and watched the back spine of Poppy.

She stopped in front of the table, staring down into the black velvet with a confused brow. “The gems have been taken.”

“Gems, what gems?” I gasped and dashed to the raised lid without touching the black dust. The forensics crew had blackened and finger printed the furniture item for a set of human finger pads, creating a heavenly nightmare mess of black swirling dust bunnies. I viewed a set of black pearls, consisting of a necklace, a pair of two earrings, a ring, and a bracelet, and lots of black colored velveteen fabric. “Gems, have all the gems have been stolen from this…er…glass table but the black pearls?”

She continued to stare down into the depth of the glass table “Yes, they’re all gone.”

“Damn, sorry, third-girl! I don’t make the connection either.” Keel moved ahead and stopped, standing beside Poppy, staring down at the glass table with a set of black pearls and the black lining of velvet.

“Poppy, we will need a description of the all the stolen gem stones. What was inside the glass table?” I skipped backwards and sat down, typing about the missing gems inside the laptop.

She continued to stare down into the depth of the table. “This is a jewelry display case.”

Keel knelt, studying the legs of the table with a stern face. “The leg design is definitely in the presentation of Queen Anna décor. This is one fancy jewelry display case. The top cabinet is pure glass. The table legs are pure wood. Where did he come from, Poppy?”

“Forget the display case.” I frowned and typed on the laptop. “What type of gems did you own? You owned the jewelry, correct, Poppy?”

“Yes.” Veronica continued to stare down with a puzzled brow into the depth of the table.

Keel stood upright and turned, seeing the rear skull of Addison with a stern face. “Third-girl, we ain’t finished here, yet.”

I typed on the laptop with all the new information and a stern face. “A robbery turned homicide. What type of gems was displayed inside the jewelry display case? Who all would know about this jewelry display case, Poppy? We need a listing of family members, friends. Does any type of service people come through your house during the daylight hours like a maid service or cleaning floor person? We need their names, addresses, and telephone numbers.”

She continued to stare with a puzzled brow down into the depths of the table. “Sapphire, emeralds, rubies, amethyst, tiger’s eye, silver, gold…”

“Diamonds?” I typed with a frown.

“Yes,” she continued to stare with a puzzled brow down into the depths of the table.

“Poppy, can you list and describe all the stole gems from the jewelry display case? Or, if possible, can you provide pictures of the jewelry?” I typed all the new information on the laptop with a stern face.

“Pictures,” she back stepped with a nod from the glass table and turned, moving into the hallway and stopped with a heavy sigh, covering a face with a hand from seeing poor dead Erik. She strolled through the hallway and turned left into the guest bedroom with Addison and Keel following behind her back spine. The guest bedroom contained no furniture with a set of outside French doors, leading into the back yard.

I stopped inside the archway, scanning the room, seeing the nicely manicured lawn, since there were numerous flood lamps, blazing onto the green healthy grass.

She stopped and stood, opening a wardrobe closet, dropping down on both kneecaps, leaning inside and rummaged inside the darkness.

I watched.

She reached and grabbed a small box, scooting backward from the closet and stood, turning and dashed through the guest bedroom archway and by the dead body of Erik again, turning and dropped, standing at the dining room table.

Keel and I followed behind her back spine, stopping and surrounded her at the dining room table.

Keel reached over and the touched the naked wood of the dining room table with a puzzled brow. “The dining room table is black colored, too.” He looked up and scanned the forward wall of furniture.

“What’s this box?” I stood beside Veronica, staring down at the box with a confused brow.

Veronica patted the closed lid of the box with a smile. “This is our portable filing cabinet. It holds all our important legal documents like the mortgage papers, the loan documents, the monthly invoices, and the Last and Will Testimony.” She flipped open the lid. “It is not locked, either. Since, I feel that we live in a safe neighborhood. I never ever mentally thought of locking the small box. Who would steal a box? I possess a photo album of my gems.” She reached inside and pulled out a stack of folded papers, placing the papers onto the wooden surface. Addison could see the hand written words in blue ink pen in capital letters: mortgage, electricity, water, insurance. Veronica lifted up and held a thick stack of stapled papers with a smile. “I have.” She turned and pointed the chairs. “Please sit.” She pulled out a chair, sitting with a puff of sadness. Keel and Addison pulled out a dining room table and sat, looking at Veronica. She stared at Addison and patted the stack of stapled papers. “I have photographed all our furniture, including the individual pieces of the bone China for home insurance purposes, mostly.” She thumbed over a collar bone to the tall wooden cabinet of blue colored dishes.

“You have pictures of all your home possessions.” I stood and parted the lips, turning and scanning each room and the furniture items, moving back to the wooden table with the laptop. I leaned down and grabbed the laptop, turning and dashed back to the dining room table, resting the laptop on top of the naked wooden surface and typed in the new information.

She nodded with a smile. “Yes, I read an article a long time ago that it was very wise to categorize all your items inside your home. The article suggested label, describe, value, and photo, each item. I found the event fun but Erik…” she stared down with a sad face at the floor, patting on the stack of papers with a whisper. “I found it necessary, living in the real world.”

Keel frowned at the blonde colored hair roots of Poppy. “That’s a strange word, necessary. Necessary for what, war, divorce, murder?”

She looked up with a stern face to see Keel. “We were robbed for the first time in July, two weeks ago.”

I typed on the laptop with a sour frown all the new information, “A very important piece of new information, Mrs. Seamus.”

She shook her curls with a stern face. “I don’t believe so. Franco’s dogs smelled the sense of blood, following a trail, leading them to my two cats. The house robber killed my cats. Franco’s parents called the police for us. We came home from vacation, seeing the police cars and emergency vehicles all along the street.”

“Did you file a claim for the stolen merchandise?” Keel asked.

She nodded. “Yes, we did and…”

“What was stolen?” Keel turned and scanned the room again while Addison typed on the laptop all the new information.

She nodded. “We were hit big time. The thieves took all the clocks, the telephones, the delicate plates that were decorated in gold which were mostly collector items and cash from the bureau, cameras, radios, and…”

“No gems. They survived the first robbery. Why’s that?” Keel turned and stared at the glass table.

Veronica giggled with a smile, standing and turned, moving back and stood in front of the glass table. “You’re correct, Keel. The police officer theorized that the robber didn’t have the proper tool to break three inches of solid glass, without wasting his time or making a mess or creating a sonar boom or something notable for a police investigation. I theorize that the robber couldn’t open the display case, without using his mutant druggy brains.”

“Just lift the lid.” Keel stood from the chair with a frown, moving ahead to the glass table, stopping and standing next to Veronica.

She stared down at the glass table, shaking her curls with a smile. “No, you don’t just lift the lid. The lid is locked in place upon the glass lip. Do you care trying to find the button that opens the display case, Keel?”

He rubbed both hands with a growl, “Shore thing, sweetheart!”

She reached over and wiggled all fingers over the uploaded glass lid. “Can I close this? Is that okay? Have the police finished their robbery search?”

Keel nodded with a smile. “It has been finger printed. Go ahead and close it tight.”

She pushed the lid down as it floated down and locked in place with silence. She back stepped from the glass table, crossing both arms with a smile, watching the back spine of Keel.

Keel moved and stood in front of the table, reaching out and touched the edge of the lip, jerking it up but could not pull it up. He exhaled and reached around, touching the sides of the glass, feeling for a button or a handle with confusion. “It is flush against the glass seams. And there’s no handle for lifting.”

“Right,” she smiled with a nod.

Keel continued to rub the glass with both hands and a grin and a nod. “Ah, no handle means a secret button or a switch. And that would be not around the sides, since the entire top portion is made from clear glass. So the secret button is underneath all the glass.” He dropped down both kneecaps to the floor, flipping around onto a back spine with a chuckle, sliding underneath the belly of the table. He lifted up both hands, touching and examining each black tinted wooded leg.

I stopped typing to watch Keel and stood from the chair, leaving the laptop and tall skinny plastic coated box. I moved ahead and stopped, standing beside Poppy with a smile. He continued to press the wood with both hands around each leg. I squatted with a giggle, seeing a set of scattered black tinted tiny buttons that had been glued to each wooden leg.

Keel continued to press each tiny black tinted button with a set of different finger and a grunt but each particular button did not open the glass lid.

“Give it up!” I laughed with a grin, standing upright next to Poppy.

They both giggled.

“Naw,” he continued to press more of the tiny buttons without opening the glass lid.

“Give it up!” I giggled.

“Naw,” he continued to press more of the tiny buttons without opening the glass lid.

“Come on, surrender cowboy!” I smiled.

“I don’t surrender but compromise.” Keel wiggled out from underneath the belly of the glass table and stood upright with a frown to see Addison.

“Your turn, Poppy. Show off for the cowboy.” I giggled with a grin.

Veronica moved forward to the glass lid and squatted on her naked feet, curling an arm around the front leg and pressed the correct button. The lid silently glided upright even with his chin.

Keel turned and frowned at the raised lid. “How did you do that?”

She touched the lever. “A hidden vertical flip lever automatically releases the built-in tiny hydraulics around the edge of the entire glass lip. This is the only method, opening the jewelry display case.”

“You keep calling it, a jewelry display case.” Keel frowned at the table.

“That’s what the auctioneer told me, the thing was called.” Veronica stood upright, wiping off the dust from her legs.

Keel knelt on the floor, touching the smooth black wood with a confused brow. “The finish on the wood is very unique, finely done. Auctioneer, does that mean that you purchased it at an auction house?”

She nodded. “Yes, the auction house is down the street on Ponce. It was my one, two, third, fourth purchase, after I settled into an apartment here in Coral Gables. I got a bed mattress, first.”

I turned and strolled toward the dining room table, stopping and stood, picking up the stack of stapled papers, flipping through all the pages with a puzzled brow. “This paper album has taped on each page a camera picture of each piece jewelry item. Poppy, where did the gems come from? Did you purchase them at the same auction house, too?”

She turned and moved, stopping and stood beside Addison, staring down at each flipped page by Addison with a smile and a nod. “The gems are from my grandmother. She would award me for being a good girl with a piece from her personal collection of gem stones. My grandmother didn’t really want the gems. Her children would give her jewelry as presents for both her birthday and Christmas. Then my grandmother would bury the jewelry into a box. When I became twelve years old, right before I turned into a mischievous pre-teen, my grandmother offered me a deal. To be a good girl, she would reward me with a single item of jewelry and then I could select the gem. My duties included, making good grades in school, cleaning my room, helping my mom with housework, helping my dad with farm chores, and helping my grandmother with any house chores. I became a very good pre-teen and teenager. I thank heaven for my grandmother. She kept her word, allowing me to select all her jewelry, until I turned eighteen years old. Then I entered college, graduated, and moved away from Alabama, my new home with her gems and her memory.”

I turned and stared at Poppy. “I’m so sorry, Poppy, for your second loss”

“They’re just material items. I really didn’t use them that much, only for special occasions.” She tapped on the stapled papers. “Use this, please! I wish you good luck in finding Erik…”

Keel stood upright from the floor and stared at the back spine of Poppy with a stern face. “Is that why he locked the car door inside the garage?”

“No.” Veronica swung around with a smile.

“Yeah, Erik locked his car uptight while parked inside the garage. Doesn’t that seem strange to you, Poppy?” Keel stopped and studied her body language with a stern face.

She shook her curls, “Not for Erik! He was obsessed. Maybe, possessed is a better English word for his normal behavior. Erik locked up everything his car, his bathroom, his tools, his house. From the day I married Erik, he insisted that every door stay locked and bolted. Sometimes, I would leave the house with Erik at home, without my house keys. Then Erik would bolt the door right behind me, when I traveled to the grocery store for a gallon of sweet milk. I felt that I didn’t really need my house keys, if he was home but…”

“The front door was opened when the police arrived to investigate the…er…crime.” Keel studied the body language and the face of Poppy.

“And the robber had escaped through the front doors after the…er…robbery.” I stared down at the stack of stapled papers with each gem stone jewelry item.

Keel turned and frowned at the side room, a kitchen. “Poppy, I really think you might need to look around the house for yourself and us. I believe that we need to know, if anything else of value is missing here. That would really pinpoint our police investigation, searching for the killer.”

“Okay!” Veronica nodded with a smile.

I shook my curls, tapping on the stack of papers that showed each jewelry time, “First, Poppy, explain thoroughly your paper notebook to Keel for each jewelry item.” I swung around, leaning over and handed the stack of papers to Keel with a new order. “Take good notes on all the different gem pieces, in case we need to this information for the investigation.” I turned and scanned the Florida room. “Second, I’m going to scout around the house, seeing if the forensics crew might have missed something, important.”

“They do a good job.” Keel stared at the nose profile of Addison.

My eyeballs stopped and stared at the kitchen, and as I said with a stern face. “And I do a better job.”

Keel looked down at the stapled papers with the jewelry with a stern face. “Don’t mess with anything, Addison, until Veronica looks at it first.”

“Good advice.” I turned and swung around, moving deeper into the Florida room and stopped, standing in front of the single set of French doors that led out into the well-lighted back yard. I pulled out and donned a pair of white cotton gloves from my handbag instead of the funky yellow rubber ones, since my fingers sweated between the bones. I reached and touched the door knob, twisting it. Locked. I released it, and as my eyeballs traced the patio and outlines of patio furniture. Moon beams reflected down into the gently rippling swimming pool, seeing a wandering possum and several sleeping lizards on the top of the warm brick patio, since the weather was hot for growing flora and fleas. Then, I back stepped from the set of French doors, noting a sofa sectional, a television on wall, and a movie and music player on the side table. I spun to the right, seeing a breakfast room, a table with six chairs that were all colored black, frowning with puzzlement. I back stepped further into the Florida room, seeing the dining room table and chair all which were black colored, too.

Erik had a thing for the color black. The television and stereo equipment were black tinted, as well.

I moved forward and stopped, scanning the breakfast room. The bright room held a set of French doors that led down into the outdoor patio, a set of two glass windows for viewing the garden and the swimming pool. There was not a single art painting on the wall like inside other rooms. I turned to my right side and strolled into the kitchen, looking down to scan a clean floor and halted in place. My eyeballs viewed the wall corner near the doorway which was clean looking and back pedal toward the breakfast room which was clean looking too.

I back pedaled into the Florida room, stopping and reached out, touching the movie player on top of the side table with my white glove, lifting and examined the white glove that showed clean looking.

I forward pedaled back into the kitchen with the clean looking black appliances, stepping down two steps into laundry room. The laundry room was black colored, of course with a washer and a dryer in black tint and a closed door on my left.

The murder of Erik had been conducted inside the single hallway near the master bedroom and the open door of the garage. The killer had run outside through the front door, since the other doors were closed. The police team unit didn’t examine the peripheral corridor.

I side stepped and stopped, reaching and touched the door knob of the single door inside the laundry room with my white glove. Locked. I released the door and back stepped from the locked door and a wooden shelf of numerous cleaning supplies and three empty laundry baskets over the floor that were empty. Veronica had a very good maid service.

I swung to the right, seeing a second garage door, moving sideways toward the closed door and halted and as my eyeballs caught a gleam of silver and gold objects. The silver and golden object hung on the wall, right next to the garage door. A wall of keys!

A wall of neatly placed numerous rows of protruded nails, holding a silver-tinted or a golden-tinted key against a funny wall exhibition. I look at the title of the first key with puzzlement: house. The second title read: laundry room and then Erik car, and then other proper nouns in capital letters of black tint. So, poor dead Erik had duplicated every piece of locking key that had been known to mankind and then he nailed it upon a wall of keys.

I turned and scanned to the left and to the right, reaching gout and selected one of three duplicated laundry room keys, side stepped and stopped, standing next to the locked door, inserting the key into the golden bolt and twisted

The key opened the side door and as I peeked into the heated night. The patio walkway led toward the swimming pool on the left and on the right, a row of smelly trashcans and the city street of Camilo Avenue.

The killer didn’t use the laundry room exit for the getaway instead he left the front door wide open, so the killer didn’t know the layout of the house very well, a real detective clue.

I closed the door, relocking it with my white glove and side stepped back to the wall of keys, reaching and grabbed a second laundry room. I side stepped and stopped, standing and inserted the second duplicate laundry door key into the latch. The door opened for a second time out into smelly walkway of the side patio.

I side stepped and stood in front of the wall of keys, replacing both keys back onto the wall exhibition of an ugly naked undecorated tan colored piece of raw plywood.

I opened the second garage door, seeing an empty three sided walls and a closed garage door that was a duplicate of the first garage near the master bedroom without a wooden shelf for storage of junk or lawn equipment for mowing the grass.

I back stepped from the garage and swung around to face Keel.

He and Veronica posed underneath the archway of the laundry room, pointing to the wall. “They need to open the sports car. Is one of these keys for Erik’s car, Poppy?”

Poppy moved forward and stopped, leaning over and retrieved the key with a smile and a nod. “This one, this is Erik’s spare car key. Here you go, Keel.” She swung around with a smile, handing him the key. Keel back stepped and vanished from the archway.

I swung around and faced the wall, pointing to the all the keys with a puzzled brow. “Poppy, what’s this thing?”

She swung around with a smile and a nod, staring at the ugly wall of keys too. “The key and laundry room, everyone has some type of place to set their keys, when they come home. Erik designed and built this key mount for all our keys, so they wouldn’t get lost.” Poppy smiled.

“You lose keys, too?” I turned and stared at her nose profile.

She shook her curls, staring at the wall of keys. “No, I’ve never lost anything. But Erik sometimes misplaces things. Keys were the number one thing,” giggling.

“Did you and Keel finish the review of the gems?” I asked.

She turned and smiled at Addison. “Yes, and you can take my gem notebook, if that helps with the police investigation, too.”

“Thanks, it will.” I thumbed over a collar bone into the kitchen with a nod. “Can you accompany me around the house, if you are not too tired? I want you to see, if something else is missing inside your home.”

She nodded. “I would be really surprised, if anything else’s missing. We don’t own any other valuable items, like golden cups or gold watches.”

I turned and stopped, pointing down with a smile at the laundry basket. “I must compliment your maid service. The floors are spit and shiny enough to eat from.”

She turned and stopped, staring down at the laundry basket with a smile and a nod. “They do a good job. I’m lucky that we can afford a maid service, since I work all the time.”

I led and moved up the two steps and stroll toward the stove oven. “I have never seen a more cleaner and a more shinier cooking kitchen in my life. I want to hire your maid service. Who are they? And where are the small appliances like a toaster, a blender, a cookie jar?” I stopped and stared at the empty kitchen counter space with puzzlement.

She pulled up and stopped, standing beside Addison with a grin and a giggle, staring at the clean kitchen counter space too. “I don’t cook, only eat. I do not cook, since we’ve been married. Erik eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner with his bank clients. I eat at work then grab something between the hospital and studio. Therefore, our kitchen stays perfectly clean and shiny.”

“That explains the cleanliness.” I turned and led into the dining room with an array of black colored furniture pieces, a tall cabinet with a set of glass windows, a buffet table, and a second short cabinet with a set of glass doors. “Even your stoneware is black colored.” I stopped and stood in front of the cabinet, turning with a confused brow to see her nose profile. “Every piece of furniture and appliance and dish is black.”

She pulled up and stood beside Addison, staring at the furniture with a smile. “Erik liked that color.”

I turned with a sigh, scanning all the table surfaces, seeing cleanliness again. There was not a speck of dust anywhere.

I turned from the wall and led Veronica, strolling into the hallway and turned to the right, moving into the guest bedroom and stopped inside the archway of the bedroom with puzzlement. “Why are bedrooms both…?”

“….longitude.” she chuckled, “A standing joke! Erik made extensive home improvements on the original design of the old house. This house was birthed in 1940s. Therefore, I can’t answer why the bedrooms are longer than wider. He had to add an air conditioning and heating system, a new roof, a set of new undivided windows, and busted out a solid hollow wall between the kitchen and the breakfast rooms. He created the set of double front doors, along with the entrance view. Why is the layout of the house important, Detective Addison?”

I entered the room, moving forward and stopped, standing in place, turning to see one of three French doors that showed off the manicured yard and the swimming pool. “We’re still working out the details of the crime. Let me toss this theory at you. The killer entered from an open garage, coming from Erik’s blind side on the other side of the car and then snuck into the house for the jewelry. He successfully popped open the glass table lid then stuffed the gems into a bag, probably. Erik entered into a dark hallway, appearing at the edge of the dining room. Then the killer tried to leave through the same hallway, when Erik blocked it. The killer shot Erik in the head. This is a robbery homicide.”

Veronica moved ahead and stopped, standing next to Addison, scanning the room, shaking her curls. “I don’t agree. How does a person sneak into the house without being noticed by Erik?”

I scanned the room. “That’s easy. The killer snuck into the house by crawling on the garage floor like a palmetto bug and then continued to crawl into an available open garage door. He knew about the gems that’s the only reason for the robbery. You mentioned before you have nothing else of monetary value inside the house, not even a house alarm system. The killer confronted Erik and killed him then escaped through the front doors.”

Keel appeared and stopped, standing inside the archway of the guest bedroom with a worried brow. “Addison, they found Felix Lightsey. He’s dead inside his own studio.”

“O my gawd,” Veronica swung around with a set of tears to see Keel.

I turned around and reached out, grabbing the arm of Veronica, pulling her toward through the guest archway, down the hallway and out the front door. “Let’s go. Poppy, can you drive me?”

“Yes,” Veronica ran beside Addison, saying between sobs and tears.

Keel led Veronica and Addison into the darkness of the night.

 

 

Modeling Studio setting

University Drive

10:49 p.m.

Clear dark night with bright stars

 

 

I trailed behind the long legs of Veronica Seamus within the darkness, since I was petite to her tallness. Veronica jogged fast in a pair of heeled sandals to her personal vehicle at the end of the street intersection of Camilo Avenue and Salzedo Street. I rushed to the passenger side, opening the door and slid inside the soft leather seat of midnight black. The black color matched the shiny streaks of black shine on the two-door foreign sports car of Veronica Seamus.

The small two-seater sports car would nicely cocoon inside one of the two illegal Coral Gables garage design. Keel had looked up that information during his cuddle time with the widowed babe. But the cowboy wasn’t interested in a wife, only abusing wife material.

She started the engine.

The radio blasted in the language of Spanish. I had learned both English and Spanish words, forming English and Spanish sentences at the same time.

Academic scholars had determined when you heard a foreign word within your neurons, your native language converted it into your native tongue and then translated it into a foreign sound, making an American word first for Addison, since she would think in a set of English words and then converted them very quickly into a Spanish sentence.

I pointed at the radio with a confused brow which Poppy could not see within the darkness of night time. Veronica whipped the car into a three-point turn and then shined the twin headlights at Salzedo Street. I said. “Do you listen to Spanish music?”

“Sometimes, I really prefer good old rock and roll,” Veronica backed up the sports car into the grass and drove forward over the city street to the modeling business.

Keel had left the house, following behind Addison, stopping and stood, entering his personal pickup truck, starting the truck, watching the sports car of Veronica Seamus.

Inside the sports car, I looked and scanned the street and the Veronica. “Do you take this city street route from your house to the studio every evening?”

Veronica twisted the steering wheel and shifted the manual transmission stick into the first gear, stomping both the clutch and gas pedal. The car zoomed down Salzedo Street for one second then Poppy stomped a right foot. Correction there, a right naked foot was missing a shoe on the brake pedal.

I slid sideways inside the safety belt from her wild driving down the city street with a stern face.

She stopped and viewed the cross traffic at the time of 10:59 p.m. “Always, the fastest direction, turn left on Salzedo and then a straight arrow shot through University Drive only, when the traffic light is green, of course. The studio is on the right hand side of the street.”

“I really hate to request this task of you, Poppy. But I’m interested in knowing, if you’re willing to peek-a-boo inside the modeling studio…”

“You want me to verify the person of Felix Lightsey?” She sped over the posted speed limit down Salzedo Street, watching the road and the sidewalks for any walking people.

I looked down and watched the second hand on my designer wrist watch, timing the house home to the second job spot with a stern face. “You can read minds. Excellent, I would like for you to survey the crime scene for any missing items. A photographer requires lots of nifty fancy expensive cameras for his work.”

“I can do that,” she steered and stared at the road.

During my attendance at the Miami-Dade traffic school, studying to be a police officer, I learned eight blocks generally speaking was equal to one mile.

This was the city of Coral Gables.

Coral Gables was a prime business and living area within South Florida which was only four blocks wide and two miles long, a tiny town of Florida. So the distance between the two Coral Gable city blocks was measured at point zero five miles or half of one-tenth of a mile which was more tiny.

Veronica whipped the car to the left from Camilo Avenue and then passed the road of Sarto Avenue, then Romano Avenue, and then San Sebastian Avenue. She travels through the blinking yellow traffic light at University Drive.

I marked her time at two seconds per city block for a total second hand clock measurement of eight seconds, not including the stationary parking from her house.

“Were you and Erik having any type of marital problems?” I continued to watch my designer watch and the street.

She drove with a stern face, “No.”

“You sound so positive, Mrs. Seamus. Then I must ask what about any sexual problems.”

“No,” she slammed the brakes, sliding into the crowded parking lot, heading toward the end of a semi-circle parking lot. She stomped the brakes again, parking underneath a blinding flood light without killing the engine and jerked the gear shift into first position with a smile.

I turned and stared at the two-story building on the far left, noting the far walking distance with a confused brow. “Why did you ya park so far away from the entrance doors, Poppy?”

She turned and stared at Addison and then the building with a puzzled frown. “O sorry, I always park here during work.” She jerked into the manual stick into reverse and slapped pedals with a pair of naked feet together, slowly backing out of the selected parking spot. “I guess I’m a creature of habit. I took a self-defense course in college. The instructor told me to always park your car underneath any available flood light if possible or near them when you’re alone at night. So I always have remembered the safety tip.”

“Good driving tip, too,” I nodded with a smile.

She pulled the car ahead and stopped the vehicle next to Keel’s truck, leaving the car engine running. She reached and turned off the radio, the headlights, and slapped the manual gear shift into first position, killing the engine, pulling out the key from the ignition. The door opened. She slid and stood upright into the darkness, reaching down and grabbed for her heels from rear flooring. She stood upright, dancing around, placing the shoe on a naked foot.

I had to do it with a grin. “Did you know that it is against the traffic law to drive in bare feet?”

“What?” Veronica stopped dancing with a worried brow to see Addison.

I back stepped from the door and turned, moving to the building with a smile.

She slid into both shoes and turned, skipping next to Addison with a worried brow.

I moved ahead in my heels toward the staircase, seeing the bright lights and dark shadows of people inside the second floor window with a grin, “Just joking with you, Poppy! Driving in a pair of flip-flops or a pair of bare feet is not highly recommended but not illegal. However, the feet can be a hazard, if your toes slip off the brake or the gas pedal and then lose traction without wearing any shoes. If you cause an accident, then you will be ticketed for driving barefoot along with other traffic citations and fines.”

She stared at the lights and shadows with a stern face and a nod. “I’ll remember that. Thanks, Detective Addison.”

“You’re very welcome.” I turned and stomped upstairs first, scanning the surroundings of the building. There was an empty alleyway on the right, a side street for naughty car drivers, who liked to skip between the traffic lights of the city blocks, rushing to shop or to work. And a smelly green garage bin which was the size and color of an army tank, blending perfectly into the darkness of the evening without flood lightning from another city street electricity pole.

And the Miami night was still and heated with a bright glowing yellow moon.

I stopped and stood in front of a closed door.

The posted uniformed police officer nodded and opened the single entrance door of the building in silence.

A rectangular room was filled with small, medium, and large photographic cameras. All the walls were blindingly stark white paint, making me desire my sunglasses inside my handbag.

The police had exposed the wall with a set of drawn curtains, revealing racks of modeling clothes plus a row of reflective mirrors for dressing. I was not interested in the model clothing or any other live models, yet.

I stopped and stood in place, looking down with a stern face to focus on the dead body that was bleeding over a white wedding gown.

She stopped and stood beside Addison, gagging with both hands over her lips, turning and ran out the modeling studio. Keel turned with a smile and dashed after Veronica, comforting the newly widowed beauty.

I stomped closer toward dead Felix Lightsey, seeing a right eyeball that lounged alone over the floor. His right eye socket had been blown to shit like Erik Seamus’ signature death mark with a series of bullets from a hand gun at close range.

The first police officer stood in front of the dead body, extending an arm and provided a driver’s license and an occupation business license to Addison with a stern face. “All verified. This is Felix Lightsey’s body and his business studio. I saw the victim Erik Seamus, also. We’re looking at the same murderer, the same kill pattern, and the same weapon. Mr. Lightsey was hit three times with three bullets in a right eyeball. We have searched this two-story building top to down, the surrounding grass, and rocky landscape while you entertained Mrs. Seamus. No tossed weapon. No trusted suspect, but one.”

“Veronica!” I exhaled with a nod, looking down at the documents and dead poor Felix. “Keep looking for anything or something. I’ll entertain Mrs. Seamus, some more.” I turned and exited the building, moving down the staircase of concrete steps. Veronica and Keel hugged a second time, tonight. I was not suspicious or jealous of my male partner. He was a good police officer, getting more info scoop with a set of stroking fingers than my acidic tongue.

“Addison!” the male uniformed police officer shouted, moving from the police car. “I have some presents for you, dearie.” He stopped and stood in place, holding up and displayed a pink and black tinted hand pistol.

Keel turned and left Veronica by her sports car, dashing to Addison with a stern face.

“The murder weapon?” I studied the gun with a frown by moonlight.

Keel stopped and stood by Addison, reaching out and snatched the plastic that covered weapon, cuddling into a chest with a sour frown. “Naw, it’s colder than my ass.”

The police officer lifted and displayed a briefcase with a nod. “There aren’t many items inside Erik’s business briefcase. We found a briefcase key inside his suit jacket and opened the worn alligator auditor-type brown leather. A business planner, a wallet with normal items, money, IDs, credit cards, and some loose pieces of legal papers. You’re the police detective, doing the detective work. I think you should look at the legal papers. The briefcase is intact too. We don’t bother dusting for finger prints, since the item was securely locked inside his sports car. Forensics is going over the car, gathering hard evidence underneath the dull lightning. They’ll come back tomorrow for a second round, when the daylight is better.”

“Very good,” I accepted and stared at the briefcase with a nod.

The police officer exhaled and cuts his eyelids to Poppy and Addison, tapping the fingers on the clip board, “And we did a fast face-to-face interview with the nice friendly neighbors on Camilo Avenue, after the shooting…”

“And?” I looked up with a stern face to see the officer.

He looked at Veronica and Addison again with a stern face and a serious tone. “The really nice neighbor across the street, Mrs. Echemendia saw something. She told one of the Coral Gables police officers that a tall girl came running from the house, wearing a white wedding dress and then entered a black sports car. The car drove away at top speed from the edge of her grass lawn. That particular parse of grass is raw, rough green grass and sandy soil which is used hourly by her family members and the next door neighbors with six drivable cars. Forensics will come back in the morning, pulling all the tire tracks. But I predict now forget it, getting a good clean break on the car tracks, Addison. And the sport car was a popular foreign model, two-seater.”

“She models wedding dresses and evening clothes here at the Photo Shop. The murderer was wearing a white wedding dress and driving a black two-seater sports car. Shit.” I turned and stared at Veronica. She leaned against her popular two-seater foreign sports car, wiping the tears from a face.

Keel stared at the police officer with a stern face. “What else, officer?”

The second police officer nodded. “I do have something else. The next door neighbor, Mrs. Hogan is blind lost her sight, last year. Her front porch is parallel to the open garage door of the Seamus house. She was standing outside on the front porch for fresh air and then heard a female shouting in Spanish sentences that were apparently directed at Erik Seamus. The Spanish sentences translated into vicious threats. I hate you. I detest you. I kill you. Then Mrs. Hogan heard nothing but silence air and then three audible sounds. She described the noise like an air gun, shooting something.”

“A gun silencer, of course, she didn’t see the murderer being legally blind.” I continued to stare at Veronica near her sports car.

“Damn,” Keel turned and moved, stomping toward Veronica first. I turned and lagged behind both short in a body and high in shoe heels. Keel stopped and stood in place on the side of Veronica, in case she tried to execute an escape as a prime murder suspect.

I stopped and stood on the other side of Veronica with a sour frown, saying into her cheekbone. “Do you understand Spanish, Poppy?”

She wiped the tears from a face with a nod. “I can write in Spanish sentences. I can read the Spanish language…”

“Yes or no?” I exhaled.

“Yes.” Veronica turned and smiled to Addison.

I spoke in my learned Spanish language, “Reserva de la carcel, chica. What did I say to you in the Spanish language?”

“A jail booking, girlfriend?” She translated with a confused brow into the proper words of English.

“Ugh!” I turned and frowned at Keel. “She can understand Spanish. I can’t believe this.” I turned and frowned at Veronica. “You can speak Spanish, a southern belle from Alabama. Why didn’t you tell us this, Mrs. Seamus?”

“You didn’t ask me.” smiled Poppy.

I frowned. “Mrs. Seamus, the police have learned that Erik’s killer was overheard speaking threatening murderous Spanish sentences by your next door neighbor Mrs. Hogan.”

She nodded with a smile. “Mrs. Hogan is blind. She was a librarian at the local high school. I didn’t know that she could speak Spanish.”

I said. “Mrs. Seamus, the neighbor across the street saw a girl leave your house, wearing a wedding dress, right after Erik was shot three times with the same model hand gun that you own.”

She smiled. “That was Mrs. Echemendia across the street.”

I said. “Mrs. Seamus, this is not looking good for you. Erik was killed in his own house, without forced entry from a robber. You share the house with him, having a house key. Erik’s gun is missing. You own the same model of hand gun with a gun permit. The killer fled your house in a wedding dress. You model wedding dresses during the afternoon as a paid second job. The killer drove away from the Erik’s house in a black sports car. You drive the same model black sports car. And finally, the killer threatened to kill Erik, using Spanish words, not English. You understand Spanish, Mrs. Seamus.”

Veronica frowned. “I was at work at six o’clock during Erik’s murder. I left here at nine.”

I frowned. “Your alibi is dead with the same kill shot, a blown off right eyeball like Erik.”

She shook her curls with a worried brow. “I didn’t harm Erik or Felix. I can see where this is heading. I’m not a dumb blonde. I have rights as an American citizen. I’m not talking to you, anymore. I’m going to go home and call my lawyer-friend.”

I lifted and waved a hand with a stern face and a new order. “Officer, please book Veronica Seamus on the double homicide murder of Erik Seamus and Felix Lightsey for the night. Mrs. Seamus, you get a bed in a new home, compliments of the Coral Gables police department on Salzedo Street.” The female police officer stood beside Addison. I turned and smiled at the female police officer. “Let’s be really nice and civil here! Don’t bother with the patrol car just walk her down the block.” I turned and stared at Veronica. “You can call your lawyer-friend from your holding jail cell. Have a nice night, Mrs. Seamus.” I extended a palm. “And please provide us your car keys. Your black sports car is criminal evidence now. We’ll park it inside your house garage, after we inspect it for more criminal evidence against you. Your personal effects like your hand bag will be documented and delivered to you, after your lawyer-friend bails you out from the holding jail cell, Mrs. Seamus.”

Veronica exhaled and handed over her car keys in silence.

“Yes, ma’am,” the female police officer nodded. Then her and Poppy turned and moved together over the parking lot, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Keel moved and stood over the black hair roots Addison.

I turned and watched the darkness with a sour frown. “Poppy used Erik’s missing hand gun to kill her husband. That’s why her hand gun is cold, not fired.”

Keel watched Poppy priss into the darkness with a sour frown. “Addison, I really hate to lecture you on the fine art of Guns 101. Popping a hand gun creates both light visual smoke and gray visual lead particles as it discharges a dust ball from the flying bullets. The lead dust is inhaled into the shooter’s nostrils too and can settle onto the shooter’s clothes or the shooter’s outer layer of flesh skin.”

I stared into the darkness, not seeing any people. “Poppy isn’t wearing any clothes over her breasts, unless that tiny tank top is standard issue for a bitch.”

“Be nice, Addison!” Keel sneered down at the hair roots of Addison.

I felt his heated body and his wandering eyeballs, staring into the darkness with a frown of annoyance. “She’s the killer, Keel.”

Keel frowned with puzzlement at the hair roots of Addison. “And I did not see or feel any silky fairy bullet dust. Since I got a good feel from the sexy babe without any grainy lead particles, covering the two-thirds exposed beautiful body parts.”

I turned and viewed his chest and then his face with a sour frown. “You’re sick, plow-boy.

“Addison, do not jump into any criminal or legal conclusions without more hard core evidence facts. I’m your good smart ass partner.” Keel smiled down at her face.

I frowned with a nod, “Time to rethink that icon image, plow-boy.”

Keel smiled, “Sex kitten icon image, third-girl.”

I frowned. “How did you remember that she called it a ‘robbery’? I didn’t recall that term.”

Keel back stepped with a smile from Addison in silence.

Keel and I had the murder case of Erika Seamus. And they had captured the murder suspect, completing the police detective work for the night.

He smiled with a nod. “Unlike you, third-girl, I can thoroughly enjoy both the boob bounces and the brain blasts, all at the same lustful time.” He swung around and moved to his truck, scooting inside and started the engines, backing out from the parking space for his home.

I watched a set of taillights on the pickup truck blaze in red color, standing in place among the working police officers and forensic crew with a whisper, “Son of fucking bitch!”

Thursday July 25th

 

 

City of Coral Gables

Home of Veronica and Erik

Second garage setting

8:14 a.m.

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

I parked my sports car behind the second garage, seeing the black sports car of Poppy.

The forensics crew surrounded the vehicle, searching for any additional physical evidence of Erik’s murder like a dried speckle of a red blood protein.

The car door opened.

I scooted out the car, standing.

The car door closed.

I moved inside the darkness of the second garage without the proper overhead ceiling lamps with a smile and a hand wave, “Hey, Astoria. Did you find any more diamonds inside the floor mats of the car? I wanna a great big engagement ring for my engagement party. How is it looking for finding a smear of Erik’s blood stains?”

Astoria wiggled her orange colored covered paper pants side to side and stood from the floor mats, back stepping from the car and turned with a smile to see Addison. “Hi, Addison. We just inventoried the entire interior of Veronica’s sports car, the exterior of the sports car, and the walls and flooring of this particular concrete garage. Nada, dear, there are no blood stains anywhere or ketchup stains either. Veronica doesn’t eat inside her vehicle like I do. Her car’s very clean, except for long straight blonde hair strands, her hair.”

I frowned. “Blonde hair strands? Erik’s skull is red colored and curly.”

“Correct, it would seem that Veronica sheds her hair follicles, a lot. She has black car seats, a black-tinted leather car dash, and matching black carpet. That’s probably why you didn’t see the shiny stones last night, hiding inside the floor board of the car. This morning, her blonde shimmery hair strands dominated the black mats like a set of tiny rays of sunshine. But that’s all we’ve found. We’re doing Erik’s car next for any additional blood stains or other new criminal evidence for you.”

“Thanks, Astoria!” I reached and grabbed the object from the portal cart, donning a set of protective booties over my designer heels, not wanting to contaminate the murder house with the sand and dirt. I stomped ahead through the garage, into the laundry room, and into the kitchen which the cleanest room in the USA.

 

 

Interior room settings

 

 

I continued to look down and examine the clean and the clean throw rugs over the floor. I did not find any more blonde colored hair follicles or red colored and curly hair follicles or any type of colored hair follicles over the floor. I encircled the kitchen and then moved into dining room, staring down at the floor. The throws rug showed no blonde colored hair follicles either.

I continued to stare down and search each square inch of the open floor space, seeking a single blonde colored hair follicle like the ones that had been accumulated inside the sports car of Veronica.

None.

I moved sideways and ahead, finally standing in front of the glass table, looking at the floor and the lid. The smooth glass lid and sides of the table brightly shined from the sun rays that were also outlined in black colored ink from last night’s DNA testing by the police forensics crew.

The front door opened, admitting more sunlight over the glass table.

“Addison,” the police officer stopped and stood inside the front door, staring at the nose profile of Addison, moving inside the Florida room and escorted a dark skinned male of Cuban blood like Addison.

The male strutted inside the house, wearing a pair of designer shoes and stopped, standing next to the uniformed police officer, staring at the nose profile of the adult female.

Keel had parked the truck, following behind the uniformed police officer and the unknown male also, standing next to the police officer.

I turned with a smile and a nod in silence to see the uniformed police officer and the unknown male.

The police office thumbed to the new male, facing with a stern face Addison. “This is Dr. Juan Gonzalez. He’s an emergency physician by trade and owns the residential house next door on the south side of the Seamus home. He wants to share some information with you, Addison.”

I moved up closer and shook his hand with a smile and a nod. “Thank you, officer. I will take care of this. It is very nice to meet you, Dr. Gonzalez. Why don’t we move inside the house for more comfort out of the heated sunshine from the long windows? Good morning, Keel.” I turned and led both Keel and Juan toward the lonely loveseat on the plain solid painted wall of peach color, where Poppy had sat late night.

Juan shook a skull with a worried brow, turning and following the back spine of Addison and Keel. “It is nice to meet with you, also, Detective Addison. I can’t believe this happened to Poppy. I can’t believe she murdered her devoted and loving husband.”

I turned and posed beside the loveseat, pointing at the empty fabric with a stern face. “Just remember, Dr. Gonzalez, this is America. People are innocent until proven guilty.”

Juan moved and sat on the loveseat, holding a stack of glossy pictures, sitting next to Keel with a smile, staring at Addison.

I said. “Please, tell me what you saw last night, Dr. Gonzalez?” I turned and dashed to the side wall, grabbing the small wooden television tray and dining room that I had left last night during the second murder case of Feliz Lightsey and swung around the items, moving back, stopping and stood in front of the loveseat of Keel and Gonzalez.

Juan shook a skull with a smile, staring at the hair roots of Addison. “I didn’t see anything last night that could be related to this cold-blooded murder of Erik Seamus. I wasn’t home at six o’clock during the murder or at nine o’clock when the murdered body was discovered. I heard all that pertinent information from the television news station last night at my work. The police believed that the murder was committed sometime around six or a little before in the evening.”

I quickly setting up the wooden tray and my police issued laptop for the new eye witness testimony, sitting inside the dining room chair, lifting the lid of the laptop with a stern face. “That’s correct, Dr. Gonzalez.” I pressed the button, booting the computer system into activation.

“I’m an emergency department physician at Charity Coral Gables Hospital, just down the street off Coconut Grove Drive. We all heard about the terrible tragic news on television plasma. Someone remembered that I lived on Camilo Avenue while pointing out the location of the murder scene,” He smiled at the hair roots of Addison.

I typed with a nod on the keyboard of the laptop “Yes.”

“I started my shift around five in the afternoon, worked for ten hours and then came home around two in the morning. I enjoy my daylight hours with play pleasure or painful chores and then start my night shift at five.” Juan nodded with a smiled at the hair roots of Addison.

I looked up with a smile and a nod to see him. “I’m guessing here that you want to provide to me an alibi of your time during the murder, Dr. Gonzalez.”

Juan shook a skull with a smile, “No, ma’am, I want to explain about my personal intimate relationship with Poppy.”

I frowned. “That’s got my full undivided interest. Please do so and explain to me your personal intimate relationship with Mrs. Seamus?”

“Every day, we fuck.” He leaned over and extended a stack of photos to Keel with a chuckle and a grin. “We fuck at twelve thirty in the afternoon, sometimes twelve thirty-five.”

I frown with puzzlement at the lusty smile of Juan.

Keel accepted the stack of glossy photographs, slowly flipping through each photographs one at a time with a grin and a chuckle. “These photographs are Poppy in the nude, her birthday suit, golly…”

I looked down with a stern face to see the next photograph. Poppy was resting on top of a swimming pool floatie inside her back yard, naked. “May I?” I extended a palm with a sour frown to Keel. Keel pouted and surrendered one of dozens of nude photos of Poppy to Addison. I draw the picture to my face with a deep sigh, examining the details as a police detective on a murder case.

The daylight picture was taken with a digit camera that had used a telescope lenses, where Poppy looked dead. Her ass and back kissed the pool floatie. Her face glowed in pink tinted hue from the Florida sunlight along with her standing pink tinted nipples. Her legs were spread apart and her upright toes on top of the rolling pool floatie like she was sunbathing.

“Sunburn,” Juan smiled with a nod, leaning over to see each photograph between the hands of Keel.

I looked up with a sour frown to see the black colored hair roots of Gonzalez, “Excuse you?”

Juan stared down at the photographs with a smile and a chuckle. “Poppy likes to sunburn her beautiful body in naked form. That’s how she maintains her tan with no lines, simply beautiful. This is our ritual before our fucking action every afternoon, not including Sundays or Saturdays.”

“Thanks for supplying the photos.” Keel flipped and memorized each photo, drooling and grunting with lust.

Juan pointed down to the stack of photographs. “These are mine pictures. I can make some duplicates for you.”

“Definitely!” Keel grinned and then looked up with a wink to see Addison, looking back down with a smile to see the next nude picture.

I exhaled with a puff of annoyance, staring at the hair roots of Juan. “A verbal statement is what I need at the moment, Dr. Gonzalez. A very long verbal statement of how you and Poppy got together, every afternoon at twelve thirty, not including Saturdays and Sundays? Then it will be followed by a written and signed statement to complete this police murder investigation of Erik Seamus.”

Juan continued to smile and drool at each nude photograph. “We participate in wife swapping.”

Keel continued to smile and flip through each nude photograph, “Really?”

“Really!” Juan continued to smile and stare at each photograph also.

I exhaled with a sour frown at the hair roots of Juan, “Wife swapping?”

Juan looked up with a wink and a smile and handed a set of papers to Addison. “It is not against the law. I have copied my personal legal contract for the Coral Gable police department. I want to fully cooperate and provide both a verbal and written statement of how we met. Then we fuck, every day.” He looked down and grinned at each flipped photo.

I reached and snatched the letter in fury, reading the information.

“…at twelve thirty in the afternoon,” Keel grinned at each photo.

“Sometimes at twelve thirty-five, the time can vary by a few minutes, depending upon her arrival at home from work at our hospital. We work at the place of employment, Charity Coral Gables Hospital.” Juan stared and smiled down at each flipped photo.

I reached down and placed the stack of papers into my designer hand bag for safekeeping and recordkeeping, during the police interrogation.

The subject of psychology covered all aspects of human behavior from the workings of the brain to the social relationships like love and marriage and then beyond inside a cultural clutter of the evil vile intention of beings.

I stared at the black colored hair roots of Juan, since he continued to drool and smile over the nude. I exhaled with a sour frown. “I’m very curious like a kitty cat to hear your introduction to Mrs. Seamus. And I will be typing out your fairy tale inside the laptop for my official police investigational record. Is that alright with you, Dr. Gonzalez?”

Juan stared and smiled down at the photos, “Yes.”

“Your full name,” I turned and typed on the laptop with a stern face.

“I’ll supply you all my contact information along with my wife’s, since she participates in the wife swapping, too.” Juan smiled and stared at each photo.

Keel smiled and stared at each photo. “Golly….”

I typed all the verbal informtain into the police issued laptop with a sour frown. “Husband swapping, you mean?”

“You are correct, Detective Keel. Are you married, young man?” Juan smiled and stared at each photo, saying to Keel.

“No,” Keel stared and smiled at each photo.

Juan smiled. “Too bad, my wife would like you, a lot. Alas, the program is only open to married couples of any race, age, sexual preference, or nationality.”

“No discrimination for the opposite sexes.” I continued to type all the verbal information into the laptop with a sour frown.

Keel smiled and stared at each photo, saying with a chuckle to Addison. “Yeah, too bad, Addison, do you want to marry me like now?”

“Like never!” I continued to type all the verbal information into the laptop with a sour frown.

Juan smiled and stared at each photo, “Too bad, we could use some new bones to sink our teeth into.”

I continued to type all the verbal information into the laptop with a sour frown. “Too bad, you are committing adultery in the name of Almighty God’s Bible law.”

Juan stood from the loveseat, staring down with a sour frown at the hair roots of Addison. “I came here freely and from my busy physician schedule. I do not have to be insulted with your rude police behavior, young female law enforcement officer.”

Keel smiled and stared down at each photo with a grunt, without words.

I continued to type all the verbal information into the laptop with a sour frown. “And Dr. Gonzalez, the police is behaving appropriately, conducting a murder investigation. And Dr. Gonzalez has become one of our suspects,” I looked up with a grin to see his chin as Gonzalez stood over my hair roots.

Juan exhaled. “I was at work inside the hospital. You can interview my co-workers.”

I nodded. “Yes, we will. Please sit down and state your full name while cooperating with the police, Dr. Gonzalez.”

“Gonzalez. 322 Camilo Avenue. Coral Gables. Florida. 33134. My wife is named Yumila Gonzalez, the same physical home address.” Juan stood with a sour frown.

I looked down with a smile and a nod to see police issued laptop screen. “Get it!” I looked up with a smile to see his chin as Gonzalez continued to stand over the hair roots of Addison. “I love technology. The Coral Gables police database has accessed all your public records, such like, the IRS, the DMV, the FBI, and the CIA.” He sneered at her. I grinned. “I have all your demographic information on file and recorded. Please state your introduction of Poppy to me?”

Juan sat down with a sour frown to see Addison. “Erik introduced me to Poppy during a lovely evening at one of our dinner parties. He was participating in the wife swapping program too and invited us to attend and join. And he enjoyed fucking my wife first as I recalled.”

I turned and typed all the verbal information into the laptop with a smirk. “How convenient that Erik isn’t available to verify your love story?”

“I’m here to assist, Detective Addison.” Juan frowned at Addison.

“Of course, you are.” I turned and smiled to Juan. “Can you please provide that particular lovely evening dinner party along with any and all calendar fun non-wife dates along with any hours of your love time with Mrs. Erik Seamus? That information would be very helpful to us for this on-going criminal murder investigation.”

Juan smiled with a nod to Addison. “I recall, vividly. The dinner party was on Sunday afternoon of June ninth.”

I turned and stared down at the day planner business calendar from Erik’s briefcase which I had conveniently loaded into an electronic form onto my laptop, too.

On June first and second, Erik’s high school class reunion was celebrated in the city of Venus, Florida. On June seventh and eighth, Erik and Poppy attended a social function in Miami. On June ninth, the Seamus couple entertained company. All the dates and information came from the business day planner of Erik that was located and left inside his business briefcase in his personal sports car.

Juan smiled with a nod at Addison. “I have another surprise. I’m very sincere with my commitment of the spouse swapping club. And I can prove it.”

I turned and frowned at Juan. “Prove it, how can you do that, sir?”

Juan smiled. “We did the ‘wild thing’ yesterday before Veronica went to her evening working job. I do believe that you saw the messed-up bedcovers inside her master bedroom.” I dropped open a mouth in shock. He chuckled with a nod. “Yeah, you did that was us.”

I stood and turned, dashing across the Florida room, through the dark hallway, and stopped inside the archway of master bedroom with a yell and a stern face. “Hey, Astoria, could you please come inside this room?” The forensics team was moving around different areas of the house, taking pictures and painting the black ink over the furniture for finger prints of the murderer.

Astoria turned and dashed inside the archway of the master bedroom, standing beside Addison, staring with a stern face at the condition of the master bedroom too.

I saw the master bedroom in a different view.

The bedcover had been removed from the front of the mattress, kissing the edge of terrazzo floor. The bed linens were all messy, twisted in folds and circles and then parted from the pillows like a struggle or a fucking. I whispered for my eardrums only, “Yeah, a fucking!” I turned and stared at Astoria with a stern face and a new order. “Please grab all bed linens, including the pillows, the pillow cases, and the bedspread. I want you to examine the bed linens for both blood and sperm.”

Astoria turned and gasped at Addison. “Sperm, you said sperm as in a man’s sperm.”

I nodded with a stern face. “We just got the motive of the murder of Erik Seamus, a love triangle. Juan, the good doctor was seeing Veronica in her house, after her day job. I want all the bed linen sheets stripped and tested for any chemical agents, such as, spit, urine, semen, hair, sweat, blood, and tears. Because, the neighbor had jacked off inside this bed yesterday, before his nude photo session of Poppy. He has hundreds of naked Poppy in-between Keel’s naked hands, posing at the back yard waterhole and sunbathing.”

Astoria cut her eyeballs to the messy bed mattress, the bed covers, the bed sheets, and the tossed pillows with a nod. “I will do this one, myself, Addison. Gather the bed linens and then I will inspect and give it to the FBI crime shop within the hour. You should have an answer at the end of the day around five pm.” She entered the master bedroom for the order.

“Thanks, Astoria.” I nodded with a stern face to her, swinging around and moved closer to see Juan and Keel. “Dr. Gonzalez, do you have any more intriguing information to share with us.”

Juan reached and grabbed the stack of photos from Keel and stood, moving ahead from the loveseat, stopping and stood in place in front of Addison, rattling a sheet of paper in one hand front of his smile. “This is Poppy’s letter, giving her permission to fuck me without Erik’s permission, completing my official statement to the Coral Gables police department.” He extended the piece of paper.

I snatched the paper, seeing the words: the Spouse Swapping Club. I flipped the paper over to the back and pointed down at the numbers in numerous fonts of colored ink pens with a confused brow. “What are the numbers in varied colored ink pens on the back of the documents, Dr. Gonzalez? The first line is June ninth at twelve thirty pm. The second line is June tenth at twelve thirty pm.”

Juan pointed at the paper with a smile and a chuckle. “Those are the dates and times of my fucking sessions with Poppy. I’m required to record and document the fucks as stated by the by-laws of the club.”

“Lovely!” I scanned each horizontal line that showed a different date and time. The lines went down to the end of the page. “Dr. Gonzalez, thank you! You may leave but don’t leave town, unless you contact me, explaining your vacation plans.”

Juan leaned over into the cheekbone of Keel and pointed down to the stack of photographs with a smile and a chuckle. “I got more photos at my house. Do you want to see them, Officer Keel?”

“Yeah, man,” Keel turned and winked with a chuckle at Addison. “I will peruse more of the hard evidence, third-girl. We might need all these photos for the murder case.”

They turned and moved toward the closed front door.

I stood in place with a sour frown, staring down the letter. “Yeah, you do that, plow-boy.” I would review all the new verbal information and the legal documents, waiting for my partner to return back to the murder scene.

My preliminary work was completed at the Seamus house. Now, my leg work started, running around Miami, finding people contacts, and interviewing for additional related information of the murder of Erik Seamus.

Keel and Juan moved to the front door.

The door opened.

Two females blocked the open archway, allowing inside more heated sunshine over the clean floor.

I turned and stared at the two new shadows with a gasp and a confused brow, “Attorney Diane, why are you here?”

Diane entered the room, wearing a stern face and a worn brown tinted designer business over a white silk blouse that was paired with a pair of newly polished worn designer pumps, frowning at Addison. “Attorney Addison, why are you here?” She stopped and stood in front of Addison.

Keel stopped and stood beside Addison with a puzzled brow in silence. Juan continued to strut and exited the house, carrying out the nude collection of Poppy.

“Ya’ll know each other?” Keel pointed with a confused brow at Diane.

“This is unique. Both of you have met before when.” The Coral Gables district attorney, who was assigned to prosecute the Erik Seamus murder case, stopped and stood with a puzzled brow, staring at the nose profile of Diane and then cut her eyelashes at Addison.

I reached up and touched my blouse with a stern face and a nod to Diane. “Please call me, Detective Addison here. In real life, my paying job is a Coral Gables police officer.” I turned and smiled at the nose profile of Keel. “My night time fantasy job is a future attorney for the Coral Gables district attorney’s office.” I turned and smiled at the Coral Gable district attorney, “It is nice to see you again, Mercedes.”

Diane smiled at Addison. “I’m the business manager for the Moot Court at the Miami-Dade University School of Law. And Detective Addison is a studious law student at the Miami-Dade University School of Law, in secret.”

“I didn’t know about that your nightly secret life, third-girl.” Keel turned and smiled at nose profile of Addison.

“I just didn’t go home and watch prime time free public television, plow-boy. I’m using all my extra fringe benefits as a Coral Gables city government employee to better my selfie.” I turned and grinned at Keel.

“Go, girl best!” Keel leaned over and gave her a sexual harassment hug as a dumbass country farm boy for both police protection and brotherly love, pulling back with a grin and a chuckle, staring at the Diane and Mercedes with a stern face.

I turned and frowned at Diane, “Our introductions are finished. Why are you here, Attorney Diane? I understand district attorney Mercedes’ legal business on a murder case.”

Diane lifted a photograph of Poppy near her grin with a nod. “I brought you a present, police detective Addison.” The photograph showed Poppy. She held a human paper crafted dummy over her body with a left hand. A pink colored barrel of a hand gun was pointed at an open hole inside the right eyeball of the target dummy. Diane smiled at Addison. “Thrill Kill Gun Range at Quail Rooster Road on 152nd Street on July thirteen, a Saturday, the cute pic of Mrs. Erik Seamus is part of the gun range’s promotional advertisement, encouraging repeat gun customers to come back and improve their shooting skills.”

Mercedes smiled with a nod at Addison. “Veronica has identified her deadly target work. Look at target hole on the right side of the face, the size of a crab apple. She is very good with a hand gun, finishing her target practice session in an hour, showing off her shooting skills at the local gun range here in Miami.”

Keel narrowed his eyelids and stared with a stern face at the photograph of Poppy. “We verified both Veronica’s pink-colored gun and white-colored gun permit. Is there another valid point here to make or miss, Mercedes?”

Diane nodded with a grin. “Yeah, you were correct in arresting and charging Veronica with murder, Detective Addison. Veronica can discharge a weapon, the only single prime suspect in shooting and murdering Erik.”

I stared at the photograph of Poppy with a stern face. “It is the same model, a nine millimeter semi-automatic hand pistol that was used to murder Erik Seamus and owned by Mrs. Erik Seamus.”

Keel reached and snatched the photo with a stern face, brining it into his face. “Thanks! We’ll go and talk to the Thrill Kill Gun Range too.”

Mercedes frowned. “Why bother, Keel? Diane and I have done that sorry foot work for you and Addison. They don’t have any more information to add to my official DA’s statement. And they have sicced their attorney on me for the next schedule interview. A gun range doesn’t want a bad PR associated with a real murderess.”

Keel exhaled and stared with a stern face at the photo, “Fine, gimme the lawyer’s name? We can go later in the work week, Addison.”

Diane stared at Addison then cut her eyelashes to Mercedes and then back to Addison with a smile and a nod. “I am responsible for the next session of the Moot Court at the Miami-Dade University School of Law. I’m required to select a legal case for the Moot Team competition. You have kindly volunteered to participate as well, remember, Attorney Addison? The Moot Team competition will be held sometime next month. I’ve inquired and gotten permission to mimic the Seamus murder case.”

I parted my lips. “This is a real murder case with a real murdered victim and a real murder suspect, who at this moment is sitting inside a real jail cell.”

Mercedes looked down and read her mobile telephone with a stern face. “Mrs. Erik Seamus has not posted the bail of twenty five million dollars, since she has been arrested for a double-homicide murder of both Erik Seamus and Felix Lightsey. She doesn’t have the available monetary funding but has managed to acquire one of the best law firms in Miami, negotiating her legal murder case.”

Diane turned and frowned at the nose profile of Mercedes. “O. Lemme guess here? Could it be by chance the Prensess and Prensess Law Firm?”

Keel frowned at the nose profile of Diane. “The Prensess Law Firm is one of the most prestige groups of lawyers in Miami. They represent a variety of folks from criminals to will estate planning.”

“For old retired wealthy crooks, you mean, they never ever win their criminal legal cases for their guilty criminal clients. You can check those historical facts on their beautifully colorful lawyering web site or inside the electronic State of Florida Law database,” Diane turned and laughed at Keel.

“That’s very true, Diane,” Mercedes continued to read the mobile telephone.

I frowned with puzzlement. “That statement might be true. But this statement is fact. I don’t know if Attorney Diane can be allowed to collect factual information on the Seamus murder case, since this is an open and active police investigation file…”

“Come on, Addison,” Mercedes turned and winked at Diane and smiled at Addison. “Diane is a highly competent professional within the lawyering field. This is good material for the young kids in law school and you being one of them. Wouldn’t you like to debate the collected facts of a real on-going unsolved murder trial by a murderess, before it even goes to court with your lawyer peers? That’s the point of the Moot Court, feeling the inner turmoil of both the prosecution side versus the defendant. I’m known Diane, since law school. She’s both cool and smart. And she’ll stay out of your designer heels, okay, Addison?”

I turned and exhaled with a stern face to see Keel. “Keel’s my partner and police soul mate. Keel, what do you think about all of this?”

Keel stared at Diane and cuts his eyelids to Mercedes with a stern face and a nod. “Okay, but Attorney Diane has to change all the real names for her fake legal case and fake court trial. I don’t want our murder suspect getting loose from something dumb like a silly release of a tiny piece of her confidential information on a privacy charge. Okay, Addison?”

I turned and nodded with a stern face to Mercedes. “I agree with Keel. Let’s set up some simple investigation rules for the both of us. Rule one number, I provide you collected evidential criminal information at the end of the work day. We can meet…”

“…at my office space on the university campus.” Diane nodded with a smile to Addison and Keel. “It’s slap in the middle of both of your offices, a neutral spot. As a matter of fact, why don’t we meet, every day at lunchtime? And I’ll provide lunch for all of us, free of charge. I gotta eat, too. After all, I’m kinda part of the police and legal investigational team, now. Mercedes will be with me at all times. She can determine if the evidentiary facts are too sensitive for my legal ears. How’s that, Detective Addison and Detective Keel?”

Keel stared at Diane. “We are Keel and Addison. We don’t like to practice the formal protocols. Since, we’re all working together to solve a murder and convict the killer.”

Diane looked down with a smile and searched her yellow colored designer handbag, “Fine and dandy, I wanna see the murder site for my collected new evidence information for Moot Court.” She pulled out a notepad and a pencil, writing down the information.

Keel sniggered at her object. “You use a number two pencil like an elementary kid?”

Diane looked up with a wink and a grin to see Keel. “Middle grade students use pencils, not ink pens. I like the touch and feel of the silky wood against my index finger and thumb pad similar to rubbing a guy’s penis, right before sex.”

Keel chuckled, “My dick feels like silky wood, too. Are you married, Diane?”

Diane looked down with a smile and sketched onto the notepad, “Divorced.”

“Ya got a date for tonight, Diane?” Keel smiled at the hair roots of Diane.

I leaned over and kicked his boot with my designer shoe toe with a smile, “Plow-boy, no flirting or fucking on the job. Get back to work, Keel!”

“Yeah, yeah, third-girl,” Keel turned with a stern face and moved behind the back spine of Addison, stopping and stood in place, pointing down to the bloody hallway with a stern face. “This is the murder hot spot of Erik Seamus.”

Diane moved ahead and stopped, standing off to the side of the darkened hallway, sketching the spot onto a pad of paper with a number two pencil with a stern face. “Addison, I can do more than hang around and follow your designer shoes. Me and Mercedes can split your work load in half, solving the murder trial and helping with your police investigation process. I’m technically employed by the Coral Gables DA office via Mercedes.”

I turned and stared down at the brown colored hair roots of Diane with a stern face. “No.”

Keel squatted over the bloody spot, studying it with a nod and a smile, “Yeah, let Diane and Mercedes help, third-girl. We gotta do hundreds of things like go to the morgue, go to get breakfast, go the crime lab, go to get lunch at noon, then go to the kin folks’ home, go to get the snacks at one pm, and then go to the bank…”

I continued to stare down at the hair roots of Diane. “No.”

Keel stood and turned, stomping beside with a smile and a nod. “Addison really means yes. I just have to kiss her right hand.” He grabbed and lifted, kissing her hand. “Ya like the, babe?”

I giggled from his warm lips and his warm touch at the hair roots of Diane. “No.”

Keel turned and winked at Mercedes. Diane sketched onto the pad of paper. He reached down and pointed at the ass of Addison with a smile and a nod. “And then I gotta kiss the other hand.” He leaned down and folded at a fit waist with a smile. “Like…”

I yelled. “Keel, remove your planted face from my butt, before I tell my man.”

Keel stood upright with a smile and a chuckle, leaning over into her cheekbone. “Can Diane help, pretty please with sugar on top?”

I exhaled with a sour frown. “Fine, Mercedes, you’re in charge of Diane. Go and see the lawyer, handling Erik’s Last Will and Testimony. His work briefcase contained a few legal documents, extremely personally to him, not shared with his loving and distrusting wife.” I lifted and held Erik’s Last Will and Testimony.

Diane lifted a puzzled brow and reached over, snatching the document and flipped through the pages in silence.

I turned and said to each attorney. “That legal document is an unsigned copy. I guess it must be Erik’s working copy. There is a street address for a Drayton Kalmuth, the lawyer for Erik. Find him! And I want all of Diane’s posed lawyering questions written down on a sheet of lined, colored, or blank paper for my delicate and documented police records, Mercedes. And any and all vocal interviews with all eyewitnesses, I want it recorded by a cell phone or bring a tape recorder.”

“Is that legal?” Diane continued to flip and read through Erik’s Last Will and Testimony.

“With an eyewitness’ verbal or written permission, anything goes with current state-of-the-art hi-tech.” I nodded with a stern face. “Go, Mercedes and Diane.”

They moved and left the house of Erik.

Keel leaned over and sweet breathed over her hair roots, since he was taller with a smile, facing the open archway of the house. “Where are we going, first, love?”

I moved ahead to the open archway with a stern face, pulling out and typed on my mobile telephone for more interview contacts related to the murder case, “To see Erik’s grieving and family members.”

“Joy to the death world,” Keel followed behind the back spine of Addison with a chuckle and a nod.

The door closed.

 

 

10:34 a.m.

City of Doral (12 miles northwest from Coral Gables)

Home of Erika Seamus Lackus and husband Ernie Lackus

Dining room setting

Hot temperatures with partly cloudy

 

 

Inside the dining room, Keel and I sat in the middle of a crowded dining table with a set of stinky body sweat and floral perfume, inflaming both the eyeballs and the nostrils as they were surrounded by the biological family members of Erik Seamus.

The family of dead and murdered Erik included his mother Erie, his father Eran, his sister Erika, her husband and his brother-in-law Ernie, and his biological brother Erin without a wife.

I turned and said with a soft voice and blank face to Erie, the mother of Erik. “I am so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Seamus for your terrible loss of your biological son Erik. We realize this is a very difficult time for you and your grieving family members. And thank you for copying Erik’s important financial and legal papers for us, since we are actively pursuing a criminal investigation with many unanswered questions. We had hoped you were willing to provide us with some guidance, if possible today.”

His sister Erika turned and smiled at the nose profile of Addison, “Poppy’s the bitch. She was cheating on Erik that’s why he filed for divorce. And he would’ve won his lawsuit, if she hadn’t murdered him in cold blood inside his house.”

Erin turned and smiled with a nod to Addison. “We own Erik’s house now. When does Erik’s lawyer probate his Last Will and Testimony? Will that happen, today?”

I turned with a confused brow and stared at his sister Erika. Keel reached over and gently patted Addison on the kneecap, when the police information of Erik’s murder was important. I frowned at Erika. “You know about the divorce decree?”

Erika smiled with a nod. “He told me. He told all of us. We’re his family.”

“Ask us all your intriguing questions, Detective Addison. I’m most assuredly that we have all the answers that you’re seeking.” His mother Erie lifted and sipped the coffee cup, dropping it with a smile and a nod at the nose profile of Addison.

Keel turned with a stern face and stared at each family member. “Do all of you use the nickname Poppy for the given name of Veronica, too?”

“Yes.” Erin smiled with a nod, sipping the coffee cup.

“Did she insist upon that ritual, too?” Keel asked.

“Yes.” Erie smiled with a nod, sipping the coffee cup also.

Erika exhaled with a nod. “Poppy was stealing money also. That’s another reason Erik was divorcing her. And she was participating in a barbaric ritual called wife swapping.”

I frowned at Erika, “You know about the wife swapping, too?”

“Erik,” Erie smirked with a nod to Addison and Keel.

“…told us,” Erin smiled with a nod to Addison and Keel.

“….and showed us,” Erika smiled and patted a plastic box. “Here is the truth of Mrs. Veronica Seamus. And we were ready and available to testify at his scheduled divorce hearing, just in case she made a try for his house or his car or his boat or his bank accounts.”

I said. “Mrs. Veronica Seamus is…”

“…entitled to fifty percent of all their personal property during a divorce,” Erika nodded with a frown at Addison and Keel.

I turned and stared at Erika. “Erik explained that to you, didn’t he?”

Erika smiled with a nod. “Yes, she could steal all of Erik’s property assets, if Erik didn’t prove that…”

“She’s a slut.” Erin smiled with a nod at Addison and Keel.

Erie smirked with a nod to Addison and Keel. “She’s a gold digger.”

Erika grinned with a nod to Addison and Keel. “She’s a drug addict.”

Ernie smiled with a nod to Addison and Keel. “She’s an alcoholic.”

Erie smirked with a nod to Addison and Keel. “She’s a home wrecker.”

Erin grinned with a nod to Addison and Keel. “And she’s a thief. Here’s the hard evidence.” She slid over the smooth table surface a folded upright paper bag to Addison with a nod and a frown. “Erik collected all these materials and was going to present at his divorce hearing.”

“Look at this video!” Erika reached down and lifted, activating her mobile telephone with a sour frown.

“A cell phone production, very nice!” Keel chuckled with a nod to Erika.

Erika handed her mobile telephone to Addison to view. I accepted and held the mobile telephone it in front of six eyeballs to see.

 

 

 

 

The front door of a house was closed shut.

 

The front door opened, revealing Veronica inside the archway of a bright sunny day in Miami.

 

Erika appeared and stood at the side view of Veronica, extending both her arms with a wiggling infant baby toward Veronica.

 

Veronica stood inside the archway and turned with a sour frown to see the wiggling baby. “I don’t want to hold your baby, Erika. I’ve never been around children. Please, I feel very uncomfortable with him.” She scooted around Erika and moved from the front door with a worried brow.

 

Erika turned and extended both her arms with the wiggling baby to the back spine of Veronica. “You feel uncomfortable, simply because you don’t hold children enough of the time. Take the baby! Once you handle a feeding or two, you’ll enjoy his cozy poo hug.”

 

Veronica moved forward with a sour frown from Erika and the wiggling baby. “No, take that baby away from me. I don’t care to hold him.”

 

Her husband Erik appeared and stopped in front of his wife with an angry tone. “You don’t care to hug him. That’s a meanie comment, Poppy.”

 

Then, the television screen cut off the video recording and showed a row of silver colored static.

 

 

 

 

I pointed the mobile telephone with a confused brow, looking at his sister Erika. “Did you happen to mention to Poppy that she was being photo-bombed during that awkward moment?”

Erika sneered. “This is my house. I can tape any type of disturbing event inside my home.” She sobbed with a set of tears. “She’s a meanie to my baby, me, and my entire family. She killed poor Erik being a mean witch.” She extended a hand for the mobile telephone.

I handed the phone back to his sister Erika, standing with a nod and a stern face to each family member. “Thank you, Seamus clan. We have our answers for today. But if a new question arises, I hope that we can drop by for another family involved discussion.”

“Of course, come by any time, Detectives Addison and Keel.” Erie sat inside the chair and sipped the coffee cup.

“Use that paper bag for hard evidence against Poppy!” Erika pointed at the folded paper bag in front of Addison with a sour frown and a sneer.

Erin smiled at Addison. “When does Erik’s Last Will and Testimony get probated? I’m going to sell his house immediately. I have a buyer. I’m a real estate agent. Do you want to buy a house, Detective Addison?”

Keel and I back stepped from the dining room, swinging around and left the house immediately with the folded paper bag.

 

 

11:32 a.m.

City street location

Pickup truck setting of Keel

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

They scooted into the unlocked pickup truck.

Keel sat and started the ignition of truck with a sour frown, watching the consoled desk for any colored indicators lights. “What’s up with that shit plus a cell phone video? Poppy didn’t do. Man, I don’t give a damn what them crazy in-laws story fake.”

I bounced around the seat, buckling into the chair, turning with a smile to see his nose profile. “Are you her attorney today, plow-boy?”

“Yes, sir,” Keel nodded with a smile, shifting the gear into drive, moving down the city street and away from the home of Erika Seamus.

I nodded with a smile, “I agree. The amount of physical evidence is too convenience for my girly intestines.” I jabbed a finger at the next city street with a stern face and a serious tone. “Pull away from their driveway and home and then go around the street corner and park the truck.”

“Wanna make out, chicky-poo?” Keel steered around the city street, turning and winked at her nose profile.

I giggled, “Only if, you can take a fist punch from Armando?”

“Forget it.” Keel parked with a sour frown, letting the engine run.

I rattled and rambled inside the paper bag, pulling off the first object with a confused brow. “She’s a drug addict based on a clean syringe.”

Keel turned and frowned at the first object, reaching and grabbed it, “That you can buy one at your local drug store, if you really are possess a clinical diabetic medical condition.”

I pulled and grabbed the second object, a glossy paper. “She’s an alcoholic based on a glossy printed paper pamphlet.”

Keel reached and grabbed the second object with a sour frown, “A pamphlet, one of many local AA meetings around the street corner of your local hospital.”

I pulled out and examine a staple set of paper bank statements that displayed Erik’s name only. “She’s a thief. I’m guessing a thief of money. We can compare all these copied bank financial statements with the ones inside the plastic filing cabinet from second guest bedroom closet at Erik’s home and the ones inside Erik’s business briefcase.”

Keel handed each object back to Addison with a chuckle and a grin. “And she’s a meanie for rejecting to hold a baby that wasn’t birthed by her vagina. O brother!”

I accepted each object with a sour frown. “Now, that’s a nasty theory, plow-boy.”

“That kid looked funny to me.” Keel frowned at the nose profile of Addison.

I replaced all the items back into the paper bag and refolded the top without loosing the items, looking with a stern face at Keel. “I didn’t know but suspected that baby had some type of medical condition. We can question Poppy this afternoon about the child. She’s getting out of her jail cell, if the scuttle-butt rumors are true. I heard that her law firm is paying the twenty five million plus bail fee. We can go and visit Poppy at her home, uncovering some more hard evidence…”

“After she calls her lawyer for permission,” Keel chuckled.

“Good point, plow-boy!” I smiled with a nod.

“Who’s next person on our interview list for the afternoon, third-girl?”

I looked down with a stern face to see the mobile telephone. “Let’s see. We visited the grieving Seamus clan. Let’s hit the Erik’s employer the Third National Bank of Florida. I’ve scheduled an appointment with…” The mobile telephone sounded with a soft ting with a new text message. I typed and read the new message with a smile, “I got a new text from Diane. She has info to share and lunch to eat.”

“Yeehaw, chow time, let’s go and get some food,” Keel jerked the gear into drive, flooring the gasoline pedal, steering the truck to the Miami-Dade University Law of School campus, where the business office of Diane Lopez was housed for a new police meeting.

 

 

12:03 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

Miami-Dade University Campus

Conference room setting of Diane Lopez

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

All the eyeballs looked at the tiny screen of the single mobile telephone as three bodies hugged around the end of the conference table. There was a colored photograph of a male with black hair, smiling into the camera lenses of the mobile telephone.

I turned and scanned the conference room with a set of empty chairs with a puzzled brow. “Where’s Mercedes?”

Diane continued to view her mobile telephone with the recording of the male with the black hair, saying with a smile. “She’s in court. Veronica Seamus is trying to post her bail amount of twenty five million dollars, since her prestige law firm of Prensess and Prensess is supplying the money for her freedom release. Then Mrs. Veronica Seamus will just simply sail away in a private jet from Florida, USA. She owns a luxury condo in the Bahamas islands with her next-door lover-neighbor Juan. Mercedes is asking for denial of the bond or a larger bail amount to fifty million dollars for a double-murder homicide.”

“O.” I turned with a nod and a stern face to stare at the hair roots of Diane. “Mercedes should be able to get a new fifty million dollar bail limit from the judge. This was a double-homicide in one freaking night. That girl was very busy.” I looked down at the mobile telephone recording with a smile. “Roll your film, Diane.”

Keel turned and stared at the empty conference table. “Where’s my lunch? You promised lunch, Diane.”

“In ten minutes or less,” Diane adjusted the volume button the mobile telephone with a smile.

The male with the black hair say with a smile into the mobile telephone recording. “I am Drayton Kalmuth, the lawyer for Erik Seamus. His Last Will and Testimony was signed on the ninth of June, stating that all his assets belonged to his biological sister Erika Seamus of Doral, Florida. That is his childhood home. Mrs. Seamus cannot touch them, unless she contests his will document. I heard that’s hard to do behind jail bars, serving a life sentence for murder. Erik also signed on the ninth of June, a divorce decree from his wife Veronica Seamus. Mr. Seamus stated valid reasons for a claim of irreconcilable differences. The legal definition of irreconcilable differences is the existence of significant differences between a married couple that are so great and beyond resolution as to trash their unhappy marriage. Erik called her. I am reading from his written statement. A slut. A drug addict. An alcoholic. A thief. A home wrecker. Mrs. Seamus did not want a divorce when approached and asked to leave Erik’s house. Rather, she enjoyed living off his money inside his house or lounging around his boat in the bright sunshine, getting a sizzling sunburn.”

Keel looked up with a puzzled brow to see the far wall. “Erik filed for divorce, almost four weeks, before he was murdered by Poppy. What on earth for? I’ll marry that babe in a heartbeat.”

Diane stared down at the male on the mobile telephone with a stern face. “I can’t answer that question only produce a filed paperwork with the Florida court system.”

“Is that it, Diane? Is there anymore video on your cell phone?” I turned and type the vocal statements onto the laptop for the police record with a stern face.

Keel looked at the nose profile of Diane. “Did the lawyer mention the unhappy married couple, attending one or many marriage counseling sessions with a marriage counsel?”

Diane continued to view her mobile telephone, replaying the recording with a smile. “No. Erik was very frustrated with Mrs. Seamus’ abusive behavior and her constant pattern of failure. She tried the rehab hospitals, the clinical counsels, and even words from her church’s priest.”

Keel frowned. “Erik’s Catholic?”

“Red hair and all,” Diane nodded to the recording on her mobile telephone. “She had a divorce lawyer, hiding inside the birdie’s left wing, just waiting for the upcoming divorce announcement. So she could grab the loot and toot away.”

I turned and stared down at the hair roots of Diane with a stern face. “We interviewed Mrs. Seamus the night of the murder. She didn’t mention a divorce, coming from Erik. As a matter of fact, we don’t find an envelope, containing the divorce papers inside the residential mailbox. I truly didn’t think that she knew her husband was divorcing her.”

Diane shook her curls, continuing to stare at the recording with a sour frown. “Because, the actually papers are in the mail that doesn’t mean that the killer-bitch didn’t know, Addison. A female bitch knows when her man is unhappy. I stated and believed this was a toxin shock to her selfish self. Erik did ask her numerous times on numerous occasions for a peaceful divorce, which she refused flat out. Therefore, Veronica Seamus found a reason, not to divorce Erik.”

I turned and typed onto the laptop with a grin. “You did a good job, Diane. Please provide your original questions and all hand written verbal responses to me, including the legal docs.”

Diane continued to stare down at her mobile telephone, replaying the recording with a smirk. “What legal docs?”

I stopped typing and turned, staring at the hair roots of Diane, who continued to play on her mobile telephone. I exhaled with a deep sigh and a fake smile. “The executed copies of Erik’s Last Will and Testimony plus the divorce decree that he signed on the ninth of June from his lawyer. Did you not ask for a copy of the legal items? I need to file them with the police investigation.”

The conference door opened.

A female stood inside the archway, staring at the hair roots of Diane with a confused brow. “Diane, you are in here. There are three catering persons standing confused inside the lobby with five boxes of food for your lunch. They need your signature on the caterers’ paperwork. And you cannot use this conference room now. A prior meeting has been set up here at 12:30 pm. I suggest using your office. And I suggest that you schedule with me when you need to use the conference room in the future.” She back stepped from the archway, turning with a puff of annoyance and sour frown, moving back to her work door inside the lobby.

“I am coming. Thank you.” Diane dropped the mobile telephone on the table and stood with a smile, moving to the open door with a nod. “I’ll be right back with our lunch.” She stopped and spun around with a smile to see Addison, pointing across the hallway. “My private office is across the hallway. We can lunch there. Just gather your gear and move you asses from the conference table. I’ll get the caterers to delivery into my private office.” She swung around, moving through the archway, turning and moved down the hallway and into the lobby for the food boxes.

Keel and I stood from the table, reaching and gathering our personal and police gear, back stepping from the chairs and turned, strutting out the conference room and across the short hallway.

The new office door opened.

 

 

12:10 p.m.

Business office setting of Diane

 

 

Keel strutted around the office with a confused brow first, scanning the room. “Small, ugly, cheap, I should go back to law school and become a lawyer, to boot.” He stopped and slid into the chair, rolling it back and forth across the floor with a smile at the rear skull of Addison.

I moved and stopped, sitting at a two person cheap chrome office table that was attached with a set four of skinny stick-men legs on the fourth floor school of law administration building at Miami-Dade University, looking down with a stern face at the police issued laptop, sometimes typing.

Keel scooted the chair back and forth across the floor with a smile and a chuckle without words, staring at the rear skull of Addison.

I exhaled at the computer screen. “This case has to be the most ‘goofiest’ set of circumstances on the entire planet. Erik dies and Poppy gets nothing. Then all his assets go to his biological sister in the city of Doral. Before he dies, Erik files for a divorce, making Poppy have the ‘bestest’ chance of getting all his something in an ex-wedding settlement, such as, his house, his car, his boat, his furniture, his dishes, his linens, his bank account, and his pension plan.”

Keel rolled back and forth inside chair with a confused brow at the rear black haired skull of Addison. “That’s a valid argument for not performing a cold-blooded murder.”

I typed on the keyboard of the computer and searched the internet for more legal information as a learning student law student. “It’s the wrong approach besides being totally illegal as hell. The State of Florida divorce code states that a married couple splits right down the middle all assets and all liabilities at fifty-fifty even percentage rate. If the liabilities outweigh the assets, then all the assets are sold to pay off the monetary outstanding financial debt as ordered and accorded by a ruling divorce court judge. Erik didn’t follow that basic divorce rule. Poppy is a lawyer, herself. She must have been holding out until the divorce was filed then she could present herself and her case to Erik’s lawyer.”

Keel continued to roll side to side inside the chair with a confused brow at the rear skull of Addison. “So if seemed that the divorce lawyer of Erik didn’t realize she was a licensed state of Florida attorney then he wouldn’t have been so trash-bashing of her personal character on the documented and recorded cell phone video, because all lawyers stick it to you.”

I smiled down at the computer screen. “All lawyers stick together like hot glue. There’s something Atlantic Ocean fishy here, Keel.”

“Don’t insult my name, darling.” Keel continued to roll back and forth inside rolling chair with a puzzled brow, watching the closed door for the food meal at lunchtime.

I smiled down at the keyboard of the computer. “Acknowledging, we all struggle with our mental thoughts and heavy emotions in a similar way like a silly ocean name for a drowning fishy. Do that make you feel isolated and alone, Keel?”

“Naw,” Keel stared at the door with a sour frown, rolling the chair side to side, waiting for the food.

I continued to smile and type on the keyboard of the laptop computer. “We begin to feel less isolated, one of many facets of human psychology. A name is a name. A personality is a personality, reflecting a combination of genetic factors, as well as, experiences that influence exterior environment factors, such as, air, sky, sun, and sea.”

Keel reached over and whipped his mobile telephone from the breast pocket of his sports jacket, tapping on the tiny screen, seeing the information with a smile. “You majored in procrastination, third-girl, nothing to be proud of there. Recent scientific researchers reveal that this lack of pride may be part of the solution to procrastinating less about your own untimely death. Thus, death comes slowly for the procrastinator.”

“Hot fudge and baloney,” I giggled at the computer screen.

Keel continued to roll the chair back and forth across the floor with a sour frown, looking down at the screen of the mobile telephone. “Yuck, that sounds sick, mentally and physically, third-girl.” He tapped on the phone out of boredom and hunger.

“I bet it is the lunch tray from Attorney Diane in three more minutes.” I smiled down at the computer screen.

Keel stopped rolling and stood with a smile, moving ahead to the closed door, “Naw, please, I gotta go to the bathroom, second. First, I’m going to make a run to Dee Dee’s Hamburgers, before Diane comes back with fish guts and matching fishie gray eyeballs. She seems the posh gourmet type of female diva.” He stopped and stood in front of the cracked door. The door opened, revealing a wall of white boxes, blocking the face. He reached over and grabbed all the numerous food boxes from Diane as a South Florida gentleman. He swung around, moving back to the small table for lunch, smelling the stinky food items inside each box with a puzzled brow.

Diane followed behind the back spine of Keel with a sneer. “Damn caterer service personnel, they didn’t want to smear the shiny tiles with their sandy sandals. Gawd, I had to drag these hot boxes from the lobby reception space from down the long hallway.” She stopped and turned, grabbing a chair, adding the third chair to her small office desk and sat with the other two heated bodies hugging the small table.

Keel stopped and stood in front of the small office desk, passing out a box to each person, turned and grabbed the rolling chair, scooting it into the table and sat down, flipping the lid of the box, staring down at the food items. He lifted and opened the sandwich with a sour frown of disgust. “Is this lizard meat?” He lifted and ate the tiny sandwich in two big bites, chewing and swallowed.

I lifted the lid of the box, grabbing a knife and sliced the tiny sandwich in half with a stern face and a serious tone. “No, Keel, please try to act like a tough cowboy instead of a sweet wussie.”

She lifted and ate, chewing and swallowed the sandwich, looking at the blonde hair roots of Keel with a puzzled brow. “Is there a problem with your entrée, Keel?” Diane ate more of the tiny sandwich chewing.

Keel ate and then mouth spat out food particles from a pair of open lips, turning to see Addison. “Not enough meat to feed a lizard, where’s the meat, Diane?” He reached over and stole the second half of Addison’s sandwich with a free hand and a smile. His mobile telephone sounded with a ping of a new text message. He dropped both sandwiches down into the box, tapping on the mobile telephone to see the new text with a stern face.

Diane swallowed and then chuckled. “Lizards are all environmental pests, because they’re poisonous. If they fall into a curry while cooking or even touch the water you drink, you get sick or die from lizard sweat.”

I held the half sandwich, chewing and swallowing the food, shaking my curls with a smile to see Diane. “There are only two actual poisonous lizards within the world and neither one of them live in the State of Florida. The Gila monster and the Mexican beaded lizard are both found inside the southwest USA. Where do you live, Diane?” I ate and chewed the food.

“Gables…” Diane lifted and chewed on the potato chips.

“Ah, lots of flora, foliage, and ancient trees, the Ritz Hotel for lizards.” I reached and sipped the beverage, dropping the metal can with a smile. “The Gables and the Grove are very lush forests as opposed to the steel and concrete landscapes of Brickell, downtown Miami, Miami Beach, Liberty City, and Hialeah. Those Miami communities have less green and less lizards.”

“Move to South Beach, Diane, more sand and less lizards.” Keel held the mobile telephone with both hands with a smile and a nod. “My buddy came through. Remember the wall of keys, third-girl? Erik was involved in every social club in Miami from the salty tip of Key West islands up to the top hill of pink bougainvillea vines in Miami Gardens. The wall of keys produced a matching ‘wall of lockers’ from various social clubs around the entire county of Miami-Dade. The police boys and girls spent all day and some hefty overtime, locating and exploring those metal caves.”

“What type of lockers?” I reached and ate the chips, chewing, staring at the hair roots of Keel.

“Waiting for more info,” Keel reached and grabbed the chips, eating and chewed, staring down at his mobile telephone for the answer.

I swallowed the food, turning with a stern face to see the hair roots of Diane. “Lizards do get into the house sometimes but can’t find enough food or water inside to live for very long. I have rescued many a lizard from the indoors of my home. They do run away faster than the Metro rail being hard to catch them.”

Diane stared down at half-eaten sandwich with a sad face and a deep sigh. “Lizards fly like a fleet of outer space rocket ships around the heated sidewalks, walking on a set of thick and ugly green four legs in broad daylight inside the Gables. They’re pests of the first order. Why aren’t people killing them off?”

Keel read the mobile telephone, “A golf country club. A horse racing club. A car racing club. A boat racing club. A fishing club. A fitness club. A sports club. He billed the bank for all club membership receipts and then got reimbursed his money fees. That’s a good deal!” He looked up with a smile and a nod to see Addison. “Will the captain reimburse me for joining a fishing club, Addison?”

I swallowed the food and shook my curls, saying with a sad face, “No, plow-boy! Why so many social clubs for Erik?”

Diane stared down at the half-eaten sandwich with a sad face and a deep sigh. “Part of his social networking bank job, he was an investment banker.”

Keel read the mobile phone with a grin and a laugh, looking up to see Addison, “And a very, very lousy investment banker, he underestimated a business property on North Miami Beach, losing the Third National Bank of Florida over twenty million dollars.”

I frowned. “Ouch! He wasn’t fired for that stupid money mistaken.”

Keel smiled. “Naw, Erik was promoted down stairs as the new public relations guy with his suave personality and charming charisma coupled with pleasant good looks. Erik and Veronica Seamus are, correction there, were the social butterfly couple of the banking community, compliments of the Third National Bank of Florida. They attended every single sporting or social event throughout the year, actually making money for the bank.”

Diane stared down at the half-eaten sandwich with a sad face and a deep sigh. “Lizards carry and transmit a slew of gram-negative bacteria and zootomic diseases, for example, salmonella. If an iguana wounds up in your curry, you get sick and weak, and then die.”

I turned and stared down at her brown colored hair roots with a confused brow. “No, Diane. If the meat, lizard or iguana, is brought to a boiling heat, you can eat it for dinner. Heat kills all these kinds of bacteria. Ironically, on the same paradigm, reptile venom becomes inert when heated, so you can eat a cooked cobra, too.” I turned and smiled at the blonde hair roots of Keel. “Have you ever eaten a cooked cobra, plow-boy?” I ate the sandwich.

Keel read the mobile telephone with a stern face, “Naw. The wall of keys has been solved inside the laundry room. The kitchen is cleared too. Did you notice the lack of food items inside a food pantry and the food refrigerator?”

I chewed and swallowed the food, saying with a stern face, “Yeah!”

Keel read each test on the mobile telephone with a nod. “It has been explained by the bank. Erik ate breakfast, brunch, lunch, snack time, and dinner with his banking buddies and money clients from sunup to sundown without his sexy wife by his side. Too bad. Too dumb. Too late. I bet he would’ve made a helluva of lot more money for himself and his bank while showcasing her luscious assets,” smiling.

Diane stared down at the half-eaten sandwich with a sad face and a deep sigh. “If every person started killing them by whacking the lizards with a broom and then into the street or flushed them down the toilet, then all the lizards would have some respect for humans and stay away from us.”

“We can acquire Erik’s financial receipts from his used and abused Third National Bank of Florida expense account, Addison. But it is all legit per the bank and per our police auditor.” Keel read the next text on the mobile telephone with a stern face.

I said to the brown colored hair roots of Diane. “Lizards play a very important role in controlling actual pests like mosquitoes and roaches. There is one type of lizard here that is harmful to the environment, the Cuban Brown. It is an invasive species and has pretty much killed off the native anoles. However, they are tiny and completely harmless to us, humans. And pretty much, all lizards are totally harmless to other wildlife, Diane.” I reached and ate the chips, chewing.

Keel turned and stared with a puzzled brow at the brown hair roots of Diane. “If the tiny lizards bother you, then don’t adopt a big mouth gator, Diane. Since, you got some heavy personal issues with the real reptilian Florida wildlife. You know Florida might not be the place for you.” He chuckled.

I smiled at the hair roots of Diane. “Even my parrot can say, ‘Look at de lizard!’”

Diane looked up with a sneer to see Addison. “If you haven’t checked the area lately, the northeast side of the water bridge of Brickell Key underneath the hot pink bougainvillea bushes is teeming with fucking ugly green iguanas. And they bite too.”

Keel chuckled at Diane. “Iguanas are fuckingly ugly and green and bite. Good observation, Diane!” He looked down with a smile to read the next text. “Whoa, news flash here, Erik was unemployed at the Third National Bank of Florida. He quit on July third which was two weeks before he was murdered in cold blood, giving his boss a formal resignation letter.”

Diane stared back down at the half-eaten sandwich with an angry face and a matching tone, “I hate lizards.”

“Adopt a cat, they eat them.” Keel read the new text with a grin and a chuckle.

I chewed and swallowed the food, saying with a chuckle and a smile. “They do not. Don’t lie, plow-boy!” I stood, staring down at the hair roots of Diane, leaving her to clean up the messy business office table, since she had drifted into la-la fantasy land for some reason.

Keel stood with a smile, pocketing the mobile telephone, gathering the uneaten food into his box and lifted into a chest, staring down at the hair roots of Diane. “Bye, Diane. See you, tomorrow.” He turned and moved to the closed door with Addison on his boot heels.

 

 

1:33 p.m.

City of North Miami

North Miami Warehouse Furniture location

Showroom setting

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

I parked the car inside the parking lot of the Miami business.

Keel turned and frowned at the nose profile of Addison. “Why are we here at the North Miami Warehouse Furniture place? Why are we here in North Miami, Addison?” He turned and frowned at the entrance of the business.

I dropped the car keys into my oversized designer yellow colored leather hand bag with a smile. “I’m working on a new theorem, but I need some background information first.”

Keel reached inside the breast pocket of the sport jacket and pulled out his mobile telephone, thumb typing on the tiny screen with a chuckle and a smile. “Fine, I’ll calling 911 to report a kidnapping of me, since I’m inside your personal vehicle. Because you made me ditch my truck, so you could drive us to our next interview appointment which ain’t at the furniture store in North Miami.”

I turned and smiled at his blonde colored hair roots. “We’re going to act like a newlywed married couple, Keel.”

Keels thumb typed with a smile on his mobile telephone. “Fine, I’m calling the airport, making a day trip to Key West. Then we can play a real-life married couple, sweetheart.” He looked up with a smirk and a wink to see her face.

I reached over and grabbed the door handle, cracking open the driver’s door, saying with a smile and a wink to my police partner. “I do all the talking, asking all the questions. You just look bored like a real newbie husband, while we furniture shop for our new home in the Gables.”

Keel pocketed the mobile telephone and reached over, grabbing the door handle, cracking open the passenger door with a smile and a wink to her. “Fine, you own me a great big dish of vanilla ice cream, right after this fake play thing, Addison.” He turned and exited the car.

I scooted out the driver’s seat, standing and moved ahead and around the rear bumper to Keel. He extended an arm. I accepted his arm. He wrapped a bicep around her waist, hugging Addison into his tallness with a chuckle and a smile. I smiled and stared at the entrance door of the building. “Okay, darling, here we go!”

They slowly stroll over the heated gray colored parking lot of vehicle toward the entrance of the furniture store.

 

 

Interior warehouse setting

 

 

The door opened.

I held the door for Keel, wiping the sweat from my face. He entered with a chuckle of amusement, moving ahead of her into the nicely cool air conditioned warehouse, slowly strutting down an empty aisle with furniture settings on each side.

The door closed.

I entered the cool air conditioned warehouse and slowly strolled behind the back spine of Keel, pointing to each furniture piece with a fake smile and a nod like a newlywed couple. “Look, darling, a real Ming China dynasty oriental table.”

Keel moved ahead of Addison, turning and scanned each piece of furniture with a fake smile and a nod, “Ah, to set against the wall, since it’s short like you,” chuckling.

I moved forward and kicked the toe of my designer heels at the rear of his boot with a sour frown, seeing his back spine. “Don’t make me file for divorce papers after being married for two weeks, darling!”

Keel stopped with a chuckle, waiting for Addison to move beside him, leaning down with a smile and a chuckle into her black colored hair roots with a loud timber. “Go ahead, I’ll vacation in Hawaii with the next Mrs. Keel, sweetheart,” chuckling.

I exhaled with a sour frown in silence, not holding his arm but swinging my hand bag over the floor.

The stationary furniture manager was tall with a head of grayish-brown hair and a facial beard, wearing a white dress shirt and a pair of gray trousers with a pair of black shoes, standing in the middle of the aisle, blocking Keel and Addison for a sale of furniture today. “Welcome to North Miami Warehouse Furniture Shop. We are the largest furniture wholesaler within South Florida. Just compare our prices with other local stores, I promise you will save money, especially on our French Louis XIV and Ming China oriental furnishings.” He pointed to the sofa with a smile and a nod. “This is our magnificent French provincial set, featuring a set of white satin cushions that are smothered in gold leaf gliding. The tables are solid marble, flicked with gold specs. The picture frames are gold leafs too. The mirrors have gold leaf.”

“Wow, darling, so nice!” I turned and smiled at the sofa.

The manager studied Addison, leaning over and touched the golden wood on the table. “And a matching baroque console table.”

“Wee, wee…” Keel chuckled with a nod to the manager.

I reached over and punched his rib cage, staring at the new furniture piece with a fake smile. “What’s this?”

The manager turned and smiled at the new furniture piece. “A gold leaf end table, it is the perfect size for a nightstand or a lamp table. It has twelve coats of high gloss lacquer finish of black and hand painted elegant blue birds and pink flowers over twenty four carat gold leafs. Priced at five hundred forty five dollars, are you interested in buying, sir?”

Keel chuckled. “The caged Florida panther likes birdies, dear.”

The manager smiled. “Gold leafing is an ancient art form that was used first by the Chinese Dynasty emperors. Solid gold is roughly beaten into a set of fine sheets of thin gold and then applied directly into the wood furniture. For example, this elegant refined oriental style black lacquer end table with a pair of lovely Queen Anne style legs and a scalloped edge top.”

Keel chuckled, “I always thought of Queer Anne furniture as bow-legged, myself.”

“Darling, you’re so crass and correct, all at the same time,” I smiled. The furniture manager frowned at Addison. I grinned with a nod. “My hubby and I are very much interested in seeing, specifically a showcase of black furniture.”

The manager smiled with a nod. “Excellent choice pieces, a single piece of black painted furniture can create a very cheerful and very happy master bedroom setting with a soft romantic feeling. Or a manly cave room combination of a classic black armoire cabinet that hugs a butterscotch velvet yellow wall, while the hubby watches his favorite sporting game. The Australian made hardwoods are an excellent source of trees that provide high quality imported timber furniture for applying any type of high gloss lacquer to the wood. Did someone reference you to our big show room for today’s shopping pleasure?”

I smiled with a nod. “Erik Seamus.”

The manager slowly back stepped down the aisle to the next furniture setting with a nod and a grin. “A very good customer indeed, he possesses a set of French provincial furniture. French provincial pieces are the hot item popularity within the world of designers and the decorators as the new swish-and-suave-look storming hot sizzling metro city Miami.”

“Swish and suave?” Keel grinned. “Is that kinda like spit and rinse?”

The manager stopped and reached over, touching the furniture piece with a smile and a nod at Addison for the sale today. “This is an exquisite Queen Anne’s dining room table stripped down and then painted in black mica.”

I stopped and turned to study all the furniture items with a fake smile. “Are black mica pieces of furniture expensive?”

The furniture manager nodded with a smile at the nose profile of Addison. “Expensive, yes, ma’am, it is very expensive. We sand the old wood on the desired furniture piece and then paint it black. Then we add in the mixture of mica flakes that act like a set of little tiny prisms, refracting a tint of white light into an array of different colors of the prism stone.”

“You mean lacquer.” I turned and frowned at the store manager.

“No, I mean matt black paint and gallons of messy, smelly paint in the color of black. When the mistress of the manor starts to redecorate a room, she will use a piece of black furniture to anchor it between two bright cheery hues pulling the atmosphere together, giving the home a classic, timeless look. Mr. Seamus insisted that every French provincial piece be painted in a dull black and then glossed with the mica.”

Keel smiled, “You liked it.”

The manager frowned to Keel. “I liked it as tacky and uncouth. What that man did to that precious wood was almost cold-blooded murder, in my opinion?”

I smiled. “How do you apply a coat of black paint to a single piece of French provincial furniture?”

The manager smiled at Addison. “Basically, the procedure is the same over and over again, but repeated in four steps. One, sand the entire piece of furniture, paint on the primer. Two, lightly sand the primer from the piece and then apply the first coat of black paint. Third, sand the piece and then apply a second coat of black paint. Four, sand it again and apply a final coat of matt black paint, then sand for a final time. The furniture piece is completely black. The only drawback to black painting, my entire store room had to be very well-ventilated.”

I frowned, “That cost money?”

The manager nodded with a sour frown. “Yes, you are correct, madam, lots of money. We had to move out of the warehouse and into an abandoned building with lots of open doors and windows to create a cross-draft, carrying the paint fumes outside, or lung damage to the my talented painters. They’re good people. And good painters are hard to find.”

Keel frowned. “The painters wore a set of individual respirator breathing masks, specifically for spraying with the black paint, correct, sir?”

The manager nodded with a stern face. “Yes, I insist upon the best protection work gear for my furniture workers. Mr. Seamus paid for that, too.”

I nodded with a smile. “I visited Erik’s home. All the furniture was sprayed with black paint. Did Mr. Seamus give you a reason for the color of black as compared to maybe keeping the natural wood intact? And did he negotiate with you, regarding the high cost of paint spraying?”

The manager said. “Yes, I inquired as a good merchant. I don’t take advantage of my good customers, because they don’t come back to my store for more furniture shopping. Mica is included in the mix batch of black paint, giving the flakes a gold glitter effect and also providing an aesthetic appeal of rich beauty. I didn’t know Mr. Seamus, that well. But the glitter effect usually makes a person feel like a king inside his castle.”

“That’s a good explanation.” I nodded with a smile as Keel chuckled.

“Thank you,” the manager smiled.

“I have one more question.” I reached down into the hand bag and pulled out, lifting up a glossy colored photograph for the store manager.

The manager frowned. “Question, you make this shopping pleasure sound like a police inquiry?”

I smiled with a chuckle. “Sorry, I’m just thorough with my decision, regarding a large expensive purchase of living room furniture for my home. That’s all, sir.”

The manager nodded with a smile to Addison. “That’s a very wise attitude, madam. Lemme see the picture.” He reached out and snatched, staring down at the colored photography. “Hmm, this is a glass table.”

“The auctioneer called it, a jewelry display table.” I smiled with a nod.

The manager shook his grayish-brown hairy skull. “Not really, the most appropriate naming for this piece of nice cut glass on a wooden stand is a console table.” He looked up with a smile, handing the photography back to Addison.

I accepted and stared with a confused brow at the glossy photography again. “Console table seems to be a suitable name.” The glossy photography was the glass table inside the Seamus’ home that held some of the stolen jewelry.

The manager smiled down at the black colored hair roots of Addison. “A console table is the right-sized table going behind a sofa or against a wall. And that type of table is ideal for reading lamps, flower vases, pictures frames, and other attractive decorative non-useful items. With a singular simple line for elegance in a wood, chrome, or glass accent, it blends well with any modern home décor.”

I looked up with a smile to see the store manager. “How tall does a standard type console table measure along the wall plus an average price tag?”

The manager turned and marched toward a new display of furniture, stopping and posed beside a wall of furniture pieces and pointed with a smile to the object. “Now, this beauty is an orange-tinted beech hardwood frame, measuring thirty inches in height, forty inches in width, and thirteen inches in depth. You can wipe the surface with a damp cloth, getting the grain beauty shining. The total weight is twenty eight pounds. The table top thickness is less than a standard inch. The cost is 1,200 dollars. Most of the good quality console hardwood tables range from five hundred to over one thousand dollars, but you can purchase a cheaper quality of poor wood for sixty bucks.” He turned and nodded with a smile at the nose profile of Addison.

I turned and dashed behind the back spine of the store manager, stopping and staring at a wall of new furniture with a stern face. “Do you sale jewelry display cases?”

The manager nodded with a smile, back stepping from the table, stopping inside a new display of furniture items.

Keel and Addison moved forward hand and hand like a newlywed couple, stopping and scanning the new display section inside the furniture store.

The manager leaned over and touched the wood, saying with a smile and a nod to Addison for a sale today. “This is my jewelry display showcase. This is a solid wood Queen Anne style, featuring a set of locking mirror doors, halogen lighting, glass top, and black fabric pad in white wood deck finish. This particular case is twenty four inches high, standing on a set of Queen Anne legs with nine inches of high glass display, spacing with optional lighting. The jewelry display showcase is available in maple, walnut, cherry, red oak, or mahogany. Is this the choice of furniture you might be interested in purchasing for your foyer, today, maybe? I would not advise placing this piece inside a Florida room, it is just too fancy.” He shook his grayish-brown hairy skull with a frown.

I released the arm of Keel and moved forward, staring down at the new object. “How about a shorter jewelry display showcase that would be no taller than me? I’m only four feet and ten inches.” I reached over and touched the wood with a smile. “What are the measurements of this particular shorter jewelry case, please?” I reached inside the hand bag and pulled out a pen and a paper, readying to jolt down the information.

The manager moved forward and stopped, leaning over and touched the same table with a smile and a nod to the hair roots of Addison for the sale today. “This is a standard jewelry display case measurement of forty eight inches in width, forty inches in height, and twenty two inches in depth with a glass top and a halogen lighting system. You want to purchase this for your house, ma’am?”

I scribbled down the numbers on the paper with a stern face in silence.

Keel laughed with a nod. “No, sir, we are looking just for some fun. Thanks for your valuable time, man! You have been a big helper to my wifey-poo, right, wifey-poo? We are going now, darling.” He reached over and grabbed her naked arm, slowly swinging them around, moving ahead to the entrance and exit door of the furniture store.

The poor furniture manager stood and looked so sad, missing the sale today.

 

 

2:33 p.m.

City of Coral Gables

Home of Erik and Veronica

Florida room setting

Hot temperatures with partly cloudy

 

 

I drove my car with my police partner back to the murder scene in Coral Gables and parked inside the driveway, scooting out with Keel.

They entered the open house that was surrounded by yellow colored police tape.

I stopped and stood in front of the glass table with a puzzled brow.

Keel stopped and stood behind her ass with a puzzled brow. “What are you doing, third-girl?”

I dropped down over the floor and squatted underneath the glass table with a puzzled brow. “Measuring the glass table,” I held a measuring tape that was taken from a sewing kit inside the guest bedroom, stretching out the numbers over each leg, “Hmm, a thirty inched console table or a forty inched for a jewelry display case in height? This one is thirty inches in high. That math number is between the standard furniture’s measurements provided by the furniture manger at the North Miami Warehouse Furniture Shop. The glass table has irregular height dimensions.”

Keel moved ahead and stopped, standing in front of the door. “Is that important, Addison? Why’s that important, third-girl.” He opened the door and leaned into the mounted mailbox within the home, grabbing the newly delivered mail in silence.

I heard silence.

The front door slammed shut.

He spun around and shook the envelope with a smile. “Hey, the anticipated and expected divorce decree from a sleazy black haired lawyer named Drayton Kalmuth, PC.”

“Open it!” I rested on my back spine, continuing to measure the table legs.

“Not addressed to me, third-girl.” Keel shook the enveloped with a chuckle.

“Open it!” I rested on a back spine, continuing to measure the table legs.

Keel stopped shaking and stared down at the envelope, standing behind her ass and her legs with a sour frown. “Can I do that? It ain’t addressed to me, third-girl.”

“Open it! I’ll take all the sweet credit or shitty demerits.” I rested on my back spine, measuring the underbelly of the table.

Keel ripped off the paper with a smile and a chuckle, dropping the torn paper onto the dirty floor. “I am opening it. I am tearing the lip. I am sliding out the folded expensive business paper. I am flinging it upright. I am…”

“A console table width is forty inches or a forty eight inched jewelry display case. This measurement is forty one inches again between the standard numbers from the North Miami Warehouse Furniture Shop gallery again. Irregular, again!”

Keel finished reading and refolded the legal divorce document, placing it back into the torn envelope and stored the envelope into the pocket of his jacket, moving ahead and stopped, standing in front of the French doors at the rear of the house, watching the flying birds outside the yard.

I scooted out from underneath the table and stood, wiping off the dust with one hand, reading the numbers on the paper with a stern face. “A thirteen inched depth of a console table or a twenty two inched depth of a jewelry display case? The depth on the glass table is sixteen inches, still irregular numbers.” I looked up with a puzzled brow to see the back spine of Keel. “What did the divorce decree say, Keel?”

Keel stared out the French doors, a pretty hot day in Miami, saying with a stern face. “Veronica gets nothing just like attorney Diane has proclaimed. You’re too wired-out or weirded-out over this house, Addison.”

I leaned over and touched the smooth glass with a puzzled brow. “Over the table? It isn’t an entry table, a wall table, a console table, or a jewelry display case. It is something between a dining room table and a footstool.”

“Why’s that important here, Addison?” Keel stared at the swimming pool without swimmers.

I moved ahead and stopped, standing beside him, staring at the pool with a stern face. “That’s the million dollar question that I plan to find out.”

“Why?” Keel said with a stern face at the pool.

I scanned the manicured lawn with a puzzled brow. “When Poppy stole all of her own gem stones, she created a puzzle. Therefore, someone like me has to solve that puzzle.”

Keel stared at the manicured lawn with a stern face. “All the gems have been found that part of the murder case is both shut and closed.”

I stared at the pool with a stern face. “The gems aren’t the puzzle. That damn table back there inside the foyer is the puzzle. How big are these house lots here in the Gables?”

Keel scanned the trees with a stern face. “The house structure is mostly two bedrooms and two baths about 1,600 square feet with 7,500 square foot lots. The houses are priced at half a million dollars or lower.”

I nodded with a stern face, scanning the manicured lawn. “Hmm, Erik had priced his residential house out of the ballpark on that newly signed real estate agreement of July twenty second which was two days before his cold-blooded murder. And I’m guessing here that Poppy didn’t know anything about that either. This case is really weird, totally confusing as well.”

“You just figured all that out, now, soon-to-be Attorney Addison.” He frowned at the swimming pool, “And once you’re a lawyer, what about me, third-girl?”

I exhaled at the manicured lawn. “Actually, I just reached that conclusion, this morning. And don’t worry! I might not pass my law examination then you’re stuck with me foreverly, plow-boy,” smiling.

Keel leaned over and gently elbowed her with a smile, staring at the manicured lawn. “You need a short two day vacation, third-girl. Let me finish the rest of the…”

“Hello, Addison, are you here? The door is unlocked,” a tenor voice echoed behind the back spines of Addison and Keel from the foyer as a short male stood with a smile inside the open archway of the front door.

I swung around with a smile to see front door and the male. Keel and I moved ahead and stopped inside the foyer in front of the male. I extended a warm hand with a smile. “Hi, Soto! Keel, this is Professor Soto Yamada. He is an archeologist of world history at the Miami-Dade University. He’s going to assess the furniture for us, being an expert in Ming China dynasty architecture, too.”

Keel did not extend a hand but a sour frown, turning with a puzzled brow to see the black dining room table, “Ming China, do you think all this black stuff is some kind of ancient old furnishings, coming directly from the foreign country of China, Addison?”

I shook and released the hand of Soto, back stepping and turned, pointing to the wall of dining room furniture with a smile, “Soto, I would like for you to take a look-see at the dining room cabinet against the wall inside the dining room. There are three pieces, a tall cabinet with three drawers, a short food buffet with two cabinets, and another tall cabinet with two vertical drawers. All the furniture is colored in black…”

Soto moved ahead and turned, stopping and touched the furniture with a smile and a nod. “Black mica, the hues are black and gold. The color tones are black hues mixed with white tones that are sprinkled with red tints, creating a gold tint. Mica is a set of tiny pieces of hydrated aluminum silicate minerals with a layered structure of metallic lithium. The mica flakes act like tiny prisms, refracting white light into an array of different colors.

“Natural mica is based on a pearl white pigment powder for coating. Slate mica metallic power is really a hybrid, appearing in a purple color. And there exists silver white mica which was original made in the foreign country of China.” He turned and smiled at her. “Sorry, Addison, these three pieces are just painted black with applied mica flakes. Manufactured mica flakes are designed to cover furniture, cars, boats, and other woods or metals. Mica comes from the Latin word ‘mica’ meaning a crumb. And the word ‘mica’ is also academically influenced by the other Latin word ‘micare.’ That means ‘to glitter.’”

Keel stared at the rear skull and the face of Soto with a grin and a chuckle. “You’re a glitter bug, darling.”

I turned and moved ahead and stopped, touching the glass table with a smile and a nod. “Strike one, two, and three! But I’m not out yet. Come and gimme your opinion of this glass table over here inside the foyer?” I swung around with a smile and a nod to Soto.

Soto turned and advanced forward, stopping and leaned down, touching the object with a smile. “I would call that a lowboy shaped like a jewelry display table with a set of curvy legs and a smooth surface of glass. I would be priced it around 1,200 dollars.” He bent down on kneecaps, reaching out and touched one of the legs. “Hmm, if the legs were pure mahogany, you could sell the glass table for around three thousand, maybe five thousand dollars. Do you see…?”

“No. I don’t see nothings, but lots of black paint.” Keel reached down and pulled out his mobile telephone, thumb typing on the tiny screen with a sour frown.

I squatted and pointed to the black colored legs with a smile. “Can you scrape off some of the black paint and test aging for me?”

Soto stood upright with a gasp, “Aging?” Addison stood upright, turning with a smile and a nod to see Soto in silence. He frowned. “Why do you want me to radiocarbon date the black paint? For what, Addison? That is some of my precious funding money from my university department’s budget.” He reached over and touched the glass smooth surface again with a sour frown.

I tossed an arm into the air with a smile and a nod. “The Coral Gable police department will pay all the cost. I promise just submit to me an invoice with a real set of reasonable money numbers. And yes, I do. I believe this piece of glass is more than a piece of glass.”

“Well, it is a piece of glass, third-girl.” Keel exhaled with a huff of annoyance. He had realized too late that Addison was secretly working on a new murder theorem. And if Addison was going behind his ass, contacting the professor from the local university to proof out her working theorem for the Seamus murder case, then he could do that too.

The mobile telephone vibrated inside his hands. Keel flipped his eyelids down to read the new text and spun around, moving ahead into the kitchen space. He thumb typed a text back to the texter in private isolation. He had a new resource on the Seamus murder case, too, without Addison’s help.

Soto exhaled and knelt down over the floor, sitting his leather small bag of tiny chemical bottles and small hand instruments on the floor next to his leg, rubbing both palms over the smooth glass. “Please tell me the complete history about this piece of furniture?”

I back stepped and stopped, standing in place from the glass table for Soto to work, saying with a smile and a nod. “It was purchased at an auction house down the street on Ponce de Leon about four years ago.”

“And?” Soto leaned down and rubbed both palms over each table leg.

I exhaled. “And it is painted in black paint. The paint really needs to be tested. I believe that it is much older than four years, maybe one hundred and four years old,” smiling

Soto sat upright on his kneecaps with a puff of frustration. “I will examine and scrap a small sample of the black paint from a leg of the table. However, are there any other secrets about the glass table that I need to know?”

I nodded with a smile. “Secrets, yeah, there is a secret flip level underneath the Queen’s leg to raise the glass lid. Is that both cool and important?”

“A secret flip level raises the lid. That’s intriguing!” Soto stared the table with a stern face. “Hmm, most furniture during the early 1900s was designed with a secret button, lever, or panel to store valuable objects into a secret compartment for hiding. But this is pure glass, thickly bubbled for exhibiting precious objects.”

“The auctioneer called it a jewelry display case.” I said.

Soto shook his black colored hairy skull. “Definitely not, the glass is too heavy and too sturdy for parking inside a wall corner of an ordinary local Miami jewelry store. Alright, Addison, I accept the job.” He turned and frowned at her. “You promise me a fair payment?”

I smiled with a nod. “Your promise me a reasonable price?”

He nodded with a grin. “Yes.” Soto looked down and opened the bag, carefully withdrawing a tiny sharp scalpel, sliding underneath the underbelly of the table, saying with a stern face. “Radiocarbon dating or simply carbon dating to a lay person is a radiometric dating technique, using the decay of carbon-14. The chemical of carbon exists in everything, no matter the chronological age of the organic material.”

Keel moved back into the Florida room from the kitchen and stopped, standing by Addison with a smile and a chuckle, holding a small white colored box near his smile, staring at the legs of Soto. “Well pal, there’s a set of food carton boxes inside the refrigerator. Can you carbon-date how old these chicken nuggets are? So I can eat them without vomiting puke green throw-up on the clean terrazzo.”

I turned and frowned at the nose profile of Keel. “Behavior, Keel, put that food carton back into the refrigerator.” I smiled. “Then I’ll buy ya a vanilla ice cream cone, after Soto finishes here.”

Keel bounced up and down with a nod and a chuckle. “Okay, you’re a good mommy.”

“Addison!” Soto said underneath the table.

I rubbed my hands together with a grin and a nod. “What did you find, Soto?”

Soto said. “I have successfully scraped down about a three-fourth of an inch of black paint from the right forward Queen Anne’s leg, using my surgeon scalpel. Then I have duplicated the process three times, scraping another segment of black paint from the other three Queen Anne’s legs. I have exposed the natural element under the black paint on all four Queen Anne’s legs. This is not wood.” He slid backward over the floor and out from underneath the belly of the table, sitting back on his kneecaps with a smile, holding the three painted black scratches. “The legs are made of pure gold.”

“Gold!?” I gasped as Soto nodded with a smile in silence.

“Holy shit!” Keel dropped down on both kneecaps, sliding over the floor and underneath the belly of the table, seeing the first scrape of black paint, touching the gold with a finger and a smile.

Soto stood upright, wiping off the dust from his clothing, looking with a smile and a nod at Addison. “I still get paid a monetary fee my hard work.”

I dropped down into a squat, sliding over the floor, resting on the other of the table that was opposite of Keel and rubbed the gold spot with a finger and a smile. “Yeah, Soto! Gimme an invoice.”

 

 

10:05 p.m.

City of Miami

Home of Addison and Armando

4050 Avenue and 11th Street

Bedroom setting

Waning gibbous moon and partly cloudy with hot temperatures

 

 

I drove back home, cooked and ate dinner with my man and then climbed and worked on police murder case inside my bed.

“It is time to stop playing with your game, love. I wanna go to sleep. My tummy’s full. My penis is full. And my eyes are full of you.” Armando leaned over with a smile and squeezed her tit with love between the mounds of police folders inside their shared bed mattress.

I pointed down at the photo with a smile. “You’re so sweet to me, Armando. I’ve stumbled over a puzzle. Poppy told me that she never wore her grandmother’s gem stones which were the ones that we had found inside her sports car at her home. But right here, there’s a photo of her, wearing them at a Third National Bank of Florida social function. Not one picture of her wearing them, but hundreds of pictures.”

He leaned down to see the photograph with a smile, massaging her tit with a chuckle. “Hundreds, you mean to say twenty.”

I exhaled. “No, Armando, there are fifty two weeks in a year. Erik and Veronica Seamus attended a social event twice a week, every single weekend. Fifty two times two equals one hundred and four photos for one calendar year. They were married for three years. That’s over three hundred pictures of them in a set of fancy gowns and a suit of sleek tuxedoes. And she’s wearing her gem stones in this picture. She’s wearing the gems in that picture. Keel’s Third National Bank of Florida business contact…” I turned and grabbed my mobile telephone from the night stand on my side of the bed, drawing it into my frown and viewed the text messages.

Keel hadn’t texted Addison with a set of his goofy and sexual harassing sentences like he usually did before she went to bed, each night.

Keel and I had left the Seamus home, this afternoon, after discovering the gold. Then they had been sworn into silence by the police captain with the new discovery of the gold also.

I cut my eyelashes to Armando, not being able to tell my secret. Keel and I believed this was real reason for Erik’s murder.

I turned and replaced the mobile telephone with the photograph over the night stand, staring with a smile at Armando. “The bank representative told Keel that Erik and Poppy was the ‘in-couple’ for the local bank. They were young, married, offering that innocent but secure feeling, for any individual pondering of placing their money within Third National Bank of Florida.”

Armando reached out and grabbed, touching her fingers into his naked chest with a grin and a nod. “That makes good sense to me, love.”

“Why did Poppy steal her own gem stones and then hide her own gems inside the back side of her own sports car? The spot light instantly focused on her as the single only solo prime suspect in her husband’s murder case.”

Armando rubbed her fingers and her arm with a smile and a chuckle. “Maybe, she was trying to toss the blood hounds off her trail.”

“So, if she didn’t murder Erik and didn’t steal her own gems, then the logical answer is someone else killed Erik. Someone else stole the gems for the police to locate and find. Therefore, Poppy would still become a suspect.”

Armando reached over and rubbed her tit with a smile and a chuckle. “And if she did murder Erik and did steal the gems, then the logical answer is that Poppy killed Erik and stole her gems for the police to locate and find. Therefore, she would still become a suspect.”

“That’s my point. The gem stones make no sense. Poppy is the only one that knows the secret hidden button to open the lid.”

“Erik knew.” He leaned over with a grin and sucked on her tit.

“So Erik told someone else too.” I looked over and stared at photography of Erik and Poppy with a stern face.

He released her tit and moved down to her rib cage with a smile. “You mentioned Veronica’s personal maid service.”

I giggled from his manly touch on my naked body. “I heavily questioned the lady, since we both speak Spanish and have Cuban ties. She just cleans the pretty glass table and likes to admire the shiny stones. She thought the edges were fire soldered into the glass, without any access like a ship inside a bottle thing.”

He kissed her rib cage and lifted a face, moving down to her belly button with a smile. “Can we try to hire her?”

I looked down with a gasp at his black colored hair roots, kissing on my belly button. “What?”

He kissed her belly button and lifted a face, moving down to her thigh with a grin. “To clean our house, you…”

I gasped at his hair roots again. “Me!”

He kissed her thigh and lifted a face to see her frown. “You and me both need the extra help. We work long hours, love. And you have met someone that you trust, since in your line of work, you don’t trust anyone.”

“Alright,” I smiled.

He smiled. “I like that word.”

“I like you.”

He smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you, more.”

He chuckled. “I love you, tons more.”

“I love sex.”

“I love sex, more.”

“I love sex, tons more.”

“Prove it, woman?” Armando leaned over and kissed her lips.

Friday September 13th

 

 

Miami-Dade Courthouse location

Miami-Dade University School of Law Moot Court

Court room setting

8:56 a.m.

Warm temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

“I’m nervous, Addison.” Diane stood behind the semi-closed door, peeking between the door cracks into the courtroom from inside the lobby of the courthouse. “The court square is full for today’s international Spanish competition.”

Diane and I both spied into the courtroom, waiting to be introduced for the scheduled Moot Court competition this morning.

I reached up and gently slapped Diane on her chocolate-brown designer business suit with a smile. “Why did you pick Friday the thirteen for the Moot Court date, Diane?”

“What!?” She spied through the door cracks into the crowded courtroom with a sour frown.

I smiled at her brown colored hairy rear skull, smelling her vanilla tinted perfume. “Today, the date is Friday the thirteen.”

“Friday the thirteen is just a date.”

“A day of bad luck,” I smiled.

“Just some silly-ass superstition, Addison! Pay attention to your duty as Moot captain, before I lose my first international Moot Court competition.”

I nodded with a grin. “Alright, to answer your question, half of the gallery consists of law students from the Northern Florida University School of Law in Tallahassee, Florida for today’s competition.”

“That’s strange! Why would English speaking students want to participate in an international Spanish competition?”

“Miami is the sizzling cultural hot spot of both lawyering skulls and skills in the USA, Diane. Everyone wants to learn to be a good honest lawyer.” I narrowed my eyelashes to see between the door cracks also.

Diane frowned and stared between the door cracks. “A sleazy lawyer, they get the guilty clients with the big million dollar accounts.”

“Don’t sweat the competition, sister! You will be the starlet of the ball, today, Diane. You’ve worked very hard long hours and such for this particular moment in your lawyering life.”

“Yes, I’ve worked very long hours, overcoming many big tall obstacles for this particular moment in my life. Nothing’s going to stop me from being the starlet of the ball today.” She swung around with a smile and a nod to Addison. “You’re alright, Addison! I appreciate your social and professional support and your girl company for the past seven weeks, since the beginning of Erik’s murder. Once you graduate, you could join my Moot Office.”

“I didn’t know that there was a Moot Office.” I frowned.

She grinned with a nod. “Small now, me and two law clerks, but I’m growing my Moot Office fast with big skyscraper plans. Once I win this competition, the Miami-Dade University Law School will reward me a million dollar finance budget. I’ll be able to perform a Moot Court trial and team, every month.”

I nodded with a smile. “That’s a good plan, keep dreaming big, Di.”

Diane frowned. “Di?”

The gravel of the judge loudly banged inside the courtroom on top of the judge’s bench. The voice of the judge echoed throughout the courtroom and inside the lobby of the courthouse from the partially opened courtroom door. “Let us begin, now! Where is the business manager who is the named lawyer Diane Lopez? Is she present for the start of this Moot Court, today?”

Diane back stepped from the door and turned, marching forward into the courtroom, scanning each side with rows of law students, waving a hand and a smile to the judge and bumped into the chair. She looked down with a sour frown at the dirty blond hair roots of the female. “Who are you?”

The middle-aged woman sat inside a chair and looked up with a smile to see Diane without speaking.

The judge looked down from the bench with a smile to see the brown colored hair roots of Diane. “Miss Lopez, a Moot Court uses a set of real courtroom personnel, such as, a real bailiff who carries a real armed weapon.” The bailiff turned and nodded with a smile to Diane. The judge said with a smile. “A real RCO records all verbal statements for both the prosecution and defense teams and for me, a real judge. The courtroom is being videotaped for educational purposes, since this is a learning tool for both law students, attending Miami-Dade University and Northern Florida University Schools of Law. Please, take control of the Moot Court, Miss Lopez.”

Diane looked up with a fake smile and a nod to the judge in silence, spinning around with a grin to see the faces of all the attending law students. This was her first time to operate a Moot Court fake court of law trial, desiring to impress the real judge. Then her eyelashes scanned and landed on the rear row on the right side of the courtroom.

A gang of smart asses were seated in the rear row, wearing a set of black colored funeral-like business suits, complimenting a head of shining blonde locks with a pair of cheap black-framed sunglasses. The sunglasses covered each eyeball, staring back at Diane without a smile.

Diane exhaled with a puff of annoyance and turned, smiling with a nod at her Moot team and the Moot team captain Addison Perez.

Ironically, Addison was a police officer for the city of Coral Gables and actively working on the mock murder trial that Diane was presenting, today, at the Moot Court fake court of law trial.

She held both arms in front of her suit and scanned the faces of each law student with a smile and a nod. “Welcome all! This is the forty sixth Moot Court. Since the year 1968, we have battled a yearly traditional Moot Court within our in-state rival competition between the Northern Florida School of Law that comes from our state’s capital Tallahassee. The Miami-Dade University School of Law was founded in the year 1927. The first class enrolled 376 lawyers compared to the current enrollment of 3,998 students. Congratulations, Miami-Dade University School of Law!

“The concept of mooting is one of the most thrilling and challenging educational tools in law school for a batch of sleazy future lawyers. Every Moot Court is a competition of both wits and neurons, centering a fictional court of law legal trial case. The legal law case for our Moot session is a cold-blooded murder trial, where the Moot participants will act out as a set of fake sleazy lawyers for the prosecution or the guilty defendant.”

“Attorney Diane,” the judge looked with a stern face at the back spine of Diane.

Diane spun around with a smile to see the judge. “O! I’m so sorry. This is Judge Julia. She has graciously offered to side step her busy court schedule, presiding over our Moot Court, this morning. Thanks for coming, Judge Julia.”

“Miss Lopez, please reframe from your too colorful single adjective usage,” the judge frowned.

Diane nodded with a smile. “Yes, ma’am,” she spun around with a grin to see the law students. “The Moot team members are required during the intense hot sizzling heated competition to quarrel and out squirrel the opposing team party, before a real judge in a dispute-resolution murder trial. The Moot team that demonstrates the best lawyering ability wins the fake Moot trial case and a beer from me. Okay, you twisted my right wrist with pain, a case of beer from me.

“Mooting involves all the wise-ass skills and personality characteristics required for a good honesty or a sleazy lawyer to win the Moot Court legal law fake case. Each Moot lawyer will be tested on oral advocacy, performance under pressure, the team work concept, an attention to details, and the ability to maintain a holistic perspective. Mooting is really great fun for me and you, enriching the same legal law work with a set of like-minded high intelligent folks, who share the same goal, a sleazy lawyer,” giggling.

Diane raised a palm with a smile, “Sorry, a good honest lawyer! This Moot Court will provide diverse opinions on the one legal question. Is the black hearted female killer-bitch named Veronica Seamus who is guilty of a cold-blooded murder of her devoted and loving husband Erik Seamus who is now stone cold dead inside a grave six foot under?”

The judge frowned at the back spine of Diane. “Miss Lopez, I am wondering why you have selected an active murder case which has not gone to the State of Florida US Federal district court of law trial.” Diane spun around with a smile to see the judge. The judge said. “The point of a learning tool is to know the ending, so the students can be quizzed, regarding their incorrect or correct answers. Usually, the business manager selects an old historical murder from one of the many state of Florida legal law case files. Since both you and I will need to know the outcome of guilty or not for assessing both the lawyering skulls and skills.”

Diane whispered for her eardrums only, “Lawyering skulls and skills.” She turned and stared with a puzzled brow to see Addison and then the judge. “Your Honor, this is a very thrilling and controversial case which is being discussed around the water fountain at every law firm within hot sizzling metro city of Miami. I wanted to give the eager law students something to chew on like a hungry shark, since we thrive in the hot weather of South Florida. And the eager law students are allowed to draw their own conclusion of guilty or not for the upcoming murder trial of Mrs. Veronica Seamus. O! And that date is next Monday, September sixteenth, Your Honor.”

The judge nodded with a stern face. “Very good, I will allow this active murder case to play out within the court square. However, I will be injecting my legal opinions into this Moot Court, today. There is no precedent, since the murder case does not have a finale for either you or me to follow to conclusion. Do you understand, Miss Lopez?”

Diane nodded with a smile to the judge, “Yes, Your Honor,” she spun around with a smile to see the students. “Today, in the Moot Court, you get to see your smart ass fellow law students being grilled by a hostile judge which is a wonder to experience. Believe me, folks!”

I smiled at Diane. “Attorney Diane, you were a will and trust attorney before you accepted the position of business manager for the Miami-Dade Moot Court board.”

Diane ignored the side comment from Addison with a fake smile and continued to scan the law students. “Mooting brings all types of lawyer peoples together from different fields, such as, taxation, bankruptcy, divorce, personal injury, will and estate trust, and of course criminal inside this court square like today. My goodness, the courtroom is full. Today, your personal mooting experience will be remembered for years to come, after graduating and then becoming a real sleazy lawyer.

“The shared memory might be slightly traumatic within your smart neurons during the swift cut-throat competition. Don’t worry! There’s a team of emergency paramedics outside those courtroom doors for your heart attack. Then we’ll send you to Charity Hospital’s shitty emergency room for resuscitation.”

Diane smiled. “The name of the Miami-Dade Law School Moot team is labeled ‘Kill her.’ I must spell out it…k.i.l.l…space…h.e.r. Very clever, Miami Moot team! The Northern Florida Moot team name is named ‘Save her’ like that’ll happen today. Not! Each Moot team has a captain, a co-captain, and three co-chairs.

“There are five exceptionally gifted law students, making up the each Moot team, today. I’ll not name all the team mates for lack of our limited competition time. I want to acknowledge the prestige law firm of Prensess and Prensess, PC for their generous financial money contribution in establishing and keeping the Moot Court up and running for the Moot Court trial and team mates. Please, stand.” Diane scouted for her former husband Brody who was a lawyer partner of the Prensess and Prensess Law Firm.

The last row of smart asses stood without removing the cheap sunglasses, smiling back at Diane.

Diane shook her curls with a fake smile. “I’ve talked too much. I’d like to introduce the captain of the Moot team, which is nicknamed Kill Her, Attorney Addison. Please stand, Attorney Addison. I have slightly changed one of the many rules within the Moot Court. Each fake Moot lawyer will be addressed as ‘Attorney’ and then your first name. I will be addressed as Attorney Diane.” She spun around with a smile and a nod to see the judge. “Is that alright with you, Judge Julia?”

“Yes,” the judge nodded with a stern face.

Diane swung around with a smile and a nod to see the law students, tossing an arm in the air. “Excellent! Please, our defense and offense Moot teams approach your law tables inside the court square.”

I was sitting inside the first chair seat, watching the other members of my team advance from the court gallery and sat at the prosecution table too.

Diane watched the law students take a position at the respective law table, saying with a smile and a nod to the other law students. “Excellent, to give our Moot Court trial more flare and realism, I am asking for one single volunteer. The volunteer will represent the cold-black hearted female killer-bitch named Veronica Seamus, who killed her loving sweet husband Erik Seamus in cold blood to warm the defendant’s chair, just for fun. Any takers?”

Four hands whipped up into the air among the law students.

Diane selected the blonde head among the hair colors, representing the blonde haired Veronica Seamus and pointed the female with a smile and a nod. “You there, in the third row and fifth seat, you get to be killer-bitch Veronica Seamus. Come on down to the defense table, girl!”

The young blonde haired female stood and dashed into the court square with a grin and a giggle, sitting inside the second chair of the Northern Florida University School of Law Moot defense table next to the Moot captain, bouncing up and down inside the hard chair with excitement.

Diane smiled with a nod to law students. “And one more adjustment…”

“Attorney Diane, how many modifications have you instituted into the original Moot Court? May I ask?” the judge frowned at the back spine of Diane.

Diane spun around with a grin and a nod to see the judge. “One more, Your Honor, I credit my Moot team members. They have recruited for fun some volunteers to represent the key eyewitnesses of the Erik Seamus murder trial which is being investigated currently by the Coral Gables police department. The volunteers are not being paid any financial monies but have been briefed on the true facts of the murder case. They have all volunteered to response to the fake Moot lawyers for fun, Your Honor,” she giggled.

The judge shook her curls with a stern face, “Highly unorthodox, Attorney Diane!” She exhaled. “This is a learning tool for a new set of smart ass attorneys. Therefore, I will allow it. Please precede, very cautiously, Attorney Diane! I do reserve the right to end the fake play acting, if your volunteer eyewitnesses become too humorous for my funny bone. Do you understand me, Attorney Diane?”

“Yes ma’am,” Diane spun around with a smile and a nod to see Addison. “The prosecution may provide an opening statement.”

I stood up with a smile and a nod from the prosecution chair to see judge. “At this time, the prosecution chooses not to present an opening statement.”

“What!?” Diane gasped and stared with a sour frown at Addison, jabbing a finger at the fake Veronica. “The purpose of an opening statement is to tell the jurors something about this cold-blooded murder case which was done by that black-hearted killer-bitch Veronica. All court criminal trials begin with an open statement which is brought to fact by the criminal prosecutor in any US Federal Government legal case. Attorney Addison, please present your opening statement, then the defense lawyer will follow with her opening statement of the facts proved by the evidence.”

The tall female captain of the defense table stood with a smile and a nod to Diane. “Attorney Diane, I am the Moot team captain, playing the first chair role of the defense lawyer. And I reserve the right to provide an opening statement at the end of the prosecution’s evidential case.”

“What!?” Diane frowned. “In a criminal trial, the burden of proof rests with the prosecution which must prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant is guilty…”

The judge smiled at the back spine of Diane. “However, the defendant does not need to show innocence here, since the burden of proof is on the prosecution, Attorney Diane. Call your first witness, Attorney Addison.”

I looked down with a worried brow at the table surface, shifting around the loose papers. “Your Honor, uh, the prosecution has a mixture of key eyewitnesses and…”

“Please, call your first witness, Attorney Addison!” The judge smiled with a nod at the black colored hair roots of Addison.

Diane continued to stand in the middle of the court square and said with a smile and a nod to the other law students. “The purpose of a key eyewitness in criminal law is for a verbal testimony of what she or he has perceived through any biological senses of seeing, smelling, hearing, touching, or tasting. This allows evidence to flow and support the murder case but of course with many limitation degrees on hearsay as determined by the proceeding judge. Attorney Addison, please call your first eye witness in the cold-blood murder trial of Erik Seamus.”

I stared down with a worried brow at the numerous colored photographs and legal papers. “Ugh, I’m confused, Your Honor.”

“Five points to the defense team,” the judge smiled. “Since Attorney Diane is busy whipping her pups into shape. Please, allow me to clarify. Once the opening statement is read by either the prosecution or the defense lawyer, then the prosecuting lawyer presents the first eyewitness or physical evidence, arguing the case of guilt at the defendant. Attorney Addison seems to be confused about the first eyewitness or physical evidence or a combination of both. Therefore, I have penalized her delay and have awarded the opposite Moot team with a set of mathematical points with the fake Moot Court. I will grade the same way with the defense team of student lawyers, if they happen to show the same delay. Everyone does understand that there is a winner and a loser, today from Moot Court proceedings.”

The Northern Florida School of Law students loudly sound with a set of claps and whistles.

Diane turned with an angry brow and stomped to the edge of the table with a matching tone, seeing the hair roots of Addison. “What the hell is your prob, Addison? Call the eyewitness and ask the questions on your sheet of paper for Juan.”

I shuffled around the loose legal papers with a worried brow. “I’m sorry, Attorney Diane. I mean, my Moot lawyers couldn’t find a volunteer for my first eyewitness…”

“Okay. Go with your second eyewitness.” She looked up with a stern face and scanned the court gallery for the legal eyewitness. “Is she here?”

I stared down with a worried brow at the loose papers and looked up to see the chin of Diane. “I’m still confused, Attorney Diane. We strategized about presenting the list of key eyewitnesses along with the associated physical evidence in a particular order. We are proving the motive of murder by Mrs. Seamus for killing Mr. Seamus.”

Diane looked down with a sour frown and a sigh to see Addison. “That killer-bitch killed sweet Erik, because of all the extra money inside Poppy’s secret bank account and her secret lover was a married man. She was having an affair with the next door neighbor…”

“Attorney Diane, please state for me and this courtroom the prosecution’s strategy for winning the murder trial,” the judge stared with a stern face at the back spine of Diane.

Diane spun around with a gasp and a confused brow to see the judge. “What!?”

The judge smiled. “Attorney Diane, this is a Moot Court. The setup is a learning tool for all law students present here today. Please, state for all the prosecution’s strategy for winning the murder trial.”

Diane nodded with a fake smile. “Yes ma’am,” she spun around with a nod and a stern face to see the law students. “This is a learning tool. The prosecution has accumulated verbal eyewitness testimonies and lots of hard physical evidence that Poppy…”

“Poppy?” The judge smiled at the back spine of Diane. “Isn’t that a flower which is known for its red or yellow petals? Are you bringing me flowers to influence my award system in this courtroom, Attorney Diane?”

Diane spun around with a stern face, shaking her curls at the judge. “No, Your Honor! I’m sorry. Poppy is a nickname for the defendant Veronica Seamus.”

The judge nodded with a stern face. “Then let us all use all the proper presentation of nouns.”

Diane nodded with a stern face. “Yes, Your Honor,” she spun around with a stern face and a nod to see the students. “The prosecution will show within all the eyewitness testimonies plus the hard physical evidence that Mrs. Veronica Seamus murdered her husband Mr. Erik Seamus in cold blood with his own hand gun…”

“You found the murder weapon, that’s wonderful, Attorney Diane?” The judged nodded with a smile at the back spine of Diane.

Diane spun around with a smile and a nod to see judge, shaking her curls. “No, Your Honor, that is part of our working prosecution theory that Mrs. Veronica Seamus murdered Mr. Erik Seamus with his own gun.”

The judge frowned. “Be very careful, here, Attorney Diane!”

Diane nodded with a stern face to the judge. “Yes, Your Honor,” she swung around with a stern face to see the law students. “Mrs. Veronica Seamus murdered her husband in cold blood with a gun as evidenced by three bullets for the love of money and the love of her lover. The money is coming from Erik’s life, in this case death insurance policy for two million dollars which was immediately awarded on the death of her loving husband. The secret lover resided within close proximity of their home which was next door, where they met every weekday, Monday through Friday, excluding weekends inside the private residential home of Erik Seamus. Then they fucked each other brains out while sweet Erik was located at his paying job, working his fingers to the bone to pay the mortgage and the food stuff…”

“You should write teen love novels, Attorney Diane.” The judge frowned at the back spine of Diane. “You are very lucky that this is a Moot Court, not a courtroom, Attorney Diane. Are you ready to call the first witness or present the first exhibition, now?”

“Yes, Your Honor, we need a few minutes to determine that answer.” Diane said to the law students with a stern face.

“Very well, take all the time you need. We have the room rented until dinner,” the judge smiled with a giggle.

Diane turned and marched to the edge of the prosecution table, saying with a sneer at the hair roots of the Moot captain. “Addison, show me what you got and don’t got within the witness line-up that we originally discussed and decided?” She looked down with a worried brow and scanned the loose pieces of papers over the table surface.

I looked up with a smile to see the sneer on Diane, “Okay, I have the first document with no fake eyewitness…”

“No fake eyewitnesses!?” Diane looked up with a confused brow to see the Moot captain. “Addison, I made up that rule to help our team win the competition. Gawd, why didn’t you follow my lead and rules? I’m the leader. You’re the follower.”

“Just like our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,” I smiled.

“What?” Diane frowned. “I understand the defense team has…”

“Six eye witnesses to testify…”

“Six eye witnesses, who are they?” Diane gasped.

I shook my curls with a puzzled brow. “Dunno! Part of the defense’s strategy to counterman our offense. Look at this. I have these documents ready for presentation of Veronica’s guilt in killing her husband Erik Seamus.”

“I guess that’s all we got plus one fake eyewitness, the fake sister of Erik Seamus.” Diane exhaled. “We should select our other fake eyewitnesses from our remaining law students inside the court galley.” She looked up with a stern face and scanned the law students.

I frowned. “No, a randomized selected law student would not be familiar with the murder case like me and you. We’ll lose for dead certain, Diane.”

“Then five more law students can feint and fake it.” Diane laughed.

I frowned. “No, Diane! We or you will lose the competition for certain. This is your very first Moot Court in the face of the benefactors, part of the Moot Court board. Do you really want to lose your first ever competition? That looks and sounds bad to me, girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Addison.” Diane exhaled with a nod.

I smiled. “Our only fake eyewitness has read and memorized all the written testimony for her role within this Moot Court. This is a competition. The bestest lawyering skills wins the competition and bragging rights for a year.”

Diane nodded with a sour frown. “Okay, alright, don’t get your designer skirt wrinkled. We go with the verbal presentation of documents and the one fake eyewitness. Then we can cross-examine the defense team six different and faked eyewitnesses, seeing if they memorized the facts of the murder case real good.”

I smiled. “I bet not then we win it all the competition, the case of beer, and the cash.”

Diane grinned. “Yes, I will since I do all my homework, little girl. But you seemed to be lacking or dacking or dunking your donuts into a tall tumbler of sour milk, girlfriend.”

I narrowed my eyelashes at Diane with a sour frown. “Is that a nasty reference to me as a police officer, Di?”

“Suck it up, woman!” Diane reached down and touched the loose paper with a frown. “Why are you presenting Erik’s Last Will and Testimony? We determined that if Erik died then Poppy got nada. No money from the Seamus estate. All the property goes to his family members…”

“Right, Di! But she gets half of their purchased furniture or assets from their financial combined income or monies, even an honest lawyer executing Erik’s Last Will and Testimony would allow Mrs. Seamus those particular assets. Since, the divorce law within the State code of Florida states that half of the assets will go to a spouse, if Veronica had provided a paper or an electronic receipt of purchase for all and any particular tangible items, then she could walk away with that asset as her legal personal claim.”

Diane frowned. “Poppy got nothing in Erik’s death will. Period.”

I smiled. “That glass table is priceless. It isn’t an antique, but an ancient piece of furnishing like in hundreds of years, like ancient. I had an archeologist come to the house and verify the authenticity.”

“What?” Diane frowned.

The judge stared with a stern face at the back spine of Diane. “Is the prosecution ready to call their first eyewitness, Attorney Addison?”

“Just a sec, Your Honor,” Diane exhaled. “How much is the ancient table worth?”

I smiled. “Millions of dollars, the certified Egyptian archeologist from the Miami-Dade University guessed…”

“What?” Diane shook her curls with a sour frown. “Explain the millions of dollars, Addison? That table is glass and black paint. These gems might be worth a couple of thousand dollars, not millions.”

I smiled. “Not the gem stones, the table, there is gold under that black paint.”

“What?” Diane frowned.

The judge stared with a stern face at the back spine of Diane. “I am ready for the first eyewitness, Attorney Addison.”

“Yes, Your Honor!” I smiled at the judge and Diane.

Diane frowned. “All the furniture inside Erik’s house is black paint over a wood frame, every single piece of furniture, except for the soft fabric sofas, lounge chairs, and washable bed linens. So, are you telling me all the hard pieces of furniture are really golden inlays underneath all that black paint?”

“No, Di.” I shook my curls with a smile. “The glass table is made of gold. The rest of the house is natural or unnatural wood covered in black paint.”

“Erik loved the color of black, dabbing it on all his furniture pieces along with his personal possessions and…”

“You guessed good there, Di. Erik loved the color of black even had a professional furniture maker spray paint the black color on every hard piece of furniture. Entering his house, it feels exotic like an ocean island in the middle of the Atlantic sea water. Erik won a House of the Year award in the Coral Gables, after painting all the furniture that way. That happened the first year Poppy and Erik were a married couple.”

Diane frowned. “Erik didn’t love Poppy. He hated her. She found out and then killed him in cold-blooded murder.”

I pouted. “So, sad for Erik! So, I guessed that he loved that house thou.”

Diane looked down with a sad face to see the papers. “He loved other…”

“I am ready, Attorney Addison,” the judge stared at the back spine of Diane.

I smiled. “Poppy found out about the golden table that Erik purchased and owned and then she killed him for it.”

Diane exhaled. “That’s cock-a-dookie story, Addison. Gawd, I don’t believe or buy that. And we can’t prove that she loved a golden short legged table over her sweet loving husband. No, stick with the two million dollars of money from his life insurance policy and the side bar neighbor-lover. That is adultery from Erik’s point of view. He found out about both the lover and the money and then confronted her with the demon tale. She killed him with his gun, before he could divorce her. We have proof that he filed a set of divorce papers a week before his murder. Bang with gun that she used and the she is found guilty by a court of law.”

“Alrighty then, our same old prosecution strategy, Di,” I nodded with a smile.

The judge stared at the back spine of Diane. “I’m getting bored, Attorney Addison.”

Diane lifted and slammed a palm of high fives with a smile to Addison, side stepping from the prosecution table and turned, standing in front of the empty jury box. She leaned against the wood, crossing her arms with a grin, watching the action.

I stood with a smile and a nod to see the judge, holding two objects. “The prosecution presents Exhibit A and Exhibit B. The two legal documents are entitled spouse swapping. These two sheets of paper, one for Mrs. Veronica and the other for Mr. Erik Seamus, state on the date of June ninth that both parties signed and consented to sexual acts with other married couples, living within the surrounding communities of Miami, Florida. The prosecution contends that Mrs. Veronica Seamus murdered her husband, after falling in love with one of her spouse swapping males. A male named Dr. Juan Gonzales, who is her next store neighbor. Thank you, Your Honor.” I handed the two exhibits to the bailiff.

The bailiff moved from the side wall and stood in front of Addison, accepting and swung around, toting the two exhibits and stopped, standing and placing the two items on top of the judge’s bench.

The judge nodded with a smile to Addison. “Five points to the prosecution. Will the fake witness Dr. Juan Gonzales be taking the stand before our designated lunch hour?”

I shook my curls with a stern face. “No, Your Honor, I do not have a fake Dr. Juan Gonzales present in the courtroom here today.”

“Five points to the defense,” the judge looked down with a stern face and reviewed Exhibits A and B. “Attorney Addison, this is a very weak argument to me and the jury for prosecuting your strategy. As I peruse Exhibit A, I see the signature of Mrs. Veronica Seamus. Is this the true legal signature of Mrs. Veronica Seamus on the legal document, without her testifying to that fact or fiction? Since the defendant can plead the US Constitution Fifth Amendment, not talking inside my courtroom. I add the same question should be applied to the recently deceased Mr. Erik Seamus about his legal signature on Exhibit B. And you have presumed a lover of the defendant, without the benefit of hearing the verbal testimony of the lover, defending his heart for Mrs. Seamus.”

I nodded to the judge. “These are wise questions. I am in error, Your Honor. I will find a method of verifying both Mr. and Mrs. Seamus’ signature, without her personal testimony on the eyewitness stand. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. I cannot produce the lover in person here today, but I do present Exhibits letters C, D, and F.” I lifted and held the new objects.

The bailiff moved from the side wall and stopped, standing in front of the prosecution table, accepting the three exhibits from Addison and turned, moving to the judge, stopping and rested the three objects on top of the judge’s bench. He side stepped and turned, standing in front of the side wall again with a stern face, watching the court square.

I read out loud from the first legal document for all eardrums. “Exhibit C is the spouse swapping legal document for Juan Gonzales, Mrs. Seamus’ neighbor. You will see on the back of the paper. The marks in various ink pen colors of red, blue, and black colors are the calendar dates and times. The dates and times represent the sex acts between Juan and Veronica. Part of the legitimate rule for spouse swapping, this is Fucker…”

“Attorney Addison!” The judge looked up with a gasp to see the black hair roots of Addison.

I looked up a smile to see the judge, “I am sorry, Your Honor. I am truly reading the language inside this legal document of Exhibit C. You might want to read along with me. May I continue, Your Honor?”

“Yes,” the judge looked down with a stern face to see Exhibit C.

I looked down with a smile and read Exhibit C. “The Fucker, who is the one fucking the married spouse, is required to record a date and time of the fucking event…”

“You are enjoying your storytelling too much, Attorney Addison,” the judge frowned down at Exhibit A.

“You keep interrupting me then I shall start all over with my storytelling, Your Honor.” I smiled down at Exhibit C.

The judge waved a hand with a stern face, staring down at Exhibit C. “Proceed.”

I read with a smile Exhibit C out loud to the other law students. “The Fucker, who is the one fucking a consented married spouse, is required to record the date and the time of each single fucking event of the Fuckee. The Fuckee is the one being fucked and who is also a consented married spouse and doesn’t have any one single duty but pure sexual enjoyment. Please, flip over on the back of all three legal documents, you can see that all three adults honored and engaged in the fucking other consented married spouses. Exhibit A, the legal document which was signed by Mrs. Veronica Seamus was given to Dr. Juan Gonzales by her for the main purpose of recording by a date and a time of each wonderful fucking sex act. This is one of the rules of the spouse swapping, so that a married spouse can’t claim rape or adultery against another married spouse.

“You can see Veronica and Juan started fucking each other the next day on June ninth at 12:30 p.m. They fucked consistently on every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday between the afternoon time periods of 12:30 pm and 12:35 pm until and up to the date of July twenty fourth. The date of July twenty fourth is the death day of Erik Seamus. And the afternoon time periods were the exact times, when Veronica came home from her day job at Charity Coral Gables Hospital as an industrial engineer in the physics department. The prosecution had obtained copies of her Charity payroll time sheets, since Veronica was required to punch her work hours with a hospital badge into a payroll time clock, recording her non-fucking productive times. She is a part time employee at Charity.”

I lifted and held a duplicate stack of Exhibit D, staring at the judge. “Exhibit D is a stack of nude photographs of Veronica which were taken with her verbal and body permission, of course. The still picture is Veronica, lounging on a top of a pool floatie, sun tanning inside the garden swimming pool outside her back lawn of their house. The nudeness of Veronica has been blackened out for the court purpose, of course. I want to point out the time and date stamp of each digital camera exactly correlates with the hand written time and date stamp on the back of the spouse swapping legal document. The documented signed by Veronica and then presented to Juan for their fucking enjoyment on each day. I would theorize that after their fucking pleasure, Veronica enjoyed a skinny dip in the cold pool to cool off,” chuckling with some of the law students.

“Five points to the prosecution,” the judge stared with a sour frown at each photo of Exhibit D.

I dropped the stack of nude photographs and lifted, holding the new object, saying to the judge. “And I’m not finished, Your Honor. Exhibit F is the final FBI criminal laboratory report from a specimen of sperm taken from the Seamus’ master bed mattress that was left on inside the bedroom bedcovers on the date of July twenty fourth. The male sperm found on the bed linens inside the master bedroom of Veronica Seamus does absolutely match the DNA sperm of Dr. Juan Gonzalez. This is the fucking sex location of each and every fucking sex act between Veronica and Juan from June ninth until and up to the murder date July twenty fourth.”

“Five points to the defense,” the judge stared with a stern face at the Exhibit F.

“What?” Diane tossed her arms in the air with a sour frown.

The judge turned and frowned to Diane. “You were doing an excellent job of convincing me that Veronica loved her spouse swapping lover better than her married husband. However, I did as you instructed and turned all three exhibits pieces over, seeing all three adults engaged in sex acts under the terms of the spouse swapping agreement. Exhibit A is signed by Veronica and presented to Juan for sex acts from June ninth to July twenty fourth on every afternoon and around 12:30 pm when she came home from work. Very good! But Exhibit B is signed by Erik Seamus and presented to whom. Because Erik was a very busy Fucker, too,” giggling. “He had engaged in sex acts too, starting on June ninth up until July twenty-third which is the day before he was murdered. Who was Erik’s Fuckee girl? Do we have a clue, Moot team of the prosecution?

“I must point out that the prosecution is based on a love triangle with some good physical evidence, without the lack of verbal testimony. Veronica and Juan were more than swap-buddies. And that could be interpreted as a case of adultery gone back into the Stone Age, forcing Veronica to kill her husband. I, also, want to point out in Exhibit C. Juan had signed his name to the legal document and presented this to whom again, since he had engaged in fucking a Fuckee girl from June ninth up and until July twenty third which was the same day before Erik Seamus was murdered. I would generalize and conclude along with a jury plus a smart defense team that Juan didn’t fuck his two Fuckee girls on the murder day. So he saddled and settled on Veronica on July twenty fourth for either pleasure or murder. Is the police force investigating Juan as a suspect in the murder also?”

Diane moved forward and stopped, standing in front of the judge’s bench, extending up an arm with a sour frown to the judge. “May I see Erik’s spouse swapping legal document, judge?”

“Sure!” The judge slid the paper over the bench to Diane.

Diane studied and read Exhibit C with a sour frown in silence.

I shook my curls with a stern face to the judge. “No, Your Honor, Juan is not a suspect in the murder case of Erik Seamus. At the time of the murder, Dr. Juan Gonzales was inside his place of employment as a working physician within Charity Coral Gables Hospital. That has been verified by the Coral Gables police department and Coral Gables district attorney law office. Veronica and Juan worked at the same hospital but in different hospital departments. A typical large metro-area hospital employs over five thousand people, Your Honor. It is like a tiny city-state, if you will.”

The judge nodded with a stern face to Addison, “Thank you for the explanation, Attorney Addison. Tell me since I’m thinking like a police officer too, where did the three individual pieces of paper come from? What source?”

I nodded with a smile. “Exhibit A and C came from Juan during the police interviewing process of collecting murderous evidence around the Coral Gables neighborhood of Erik Seamus. Exhibit B was found inside Erik’s personal briefcase inside his personal vehicle.”

The judge tapped the pencil eraser on top of the bench surface with a sour frown. “Therefore, we will never know the secret of the mysterious Fuckee girl from Erik, since he is dead.”

Diane read Exhibit B with a sour frown, whispering for her eardrums, only, “Son of a bitch.”

The female co-captain of the defense Moot team stood with a smile and a nod to see the judge. “Your Honor, could Exhibit B from murdered Erik be the number of fucks with him and his married wife? He just used the letter as a form to mark it on the paper for his fun or her embarrassment. Since his wife was getting fucked by the next door neighbor male named Juan. I saw a photo of Erik, not a handsome dude. I mean, I’m a girl and I won’t fuck him either, Your Honor.” She sat with a giggle and a grin.

The judge smiled. “Five points to the defense. That is a valid undocumented defensive point, co-captain of the defense. Which seems to seriously punch a hole into the jealous lover triangle thingy, Attorney Addison?”

I said. “Exhibit C was volunteered by Juan to clear his name and reputation, Your Honor.”

Diane looked up with a stern face and returned Exhibit B back onto the bench surface of the judge’s bench. “May I see Exhibit C, judge?” The judge slid over the paper to Diane with a stern face. Diane looked down with a sour frown at Exhibit C, whispering for her eardrums only. “Second son of a bitch.”

“Why is that, Attorney Addison?” The judge frowned.

I nodded with a smile. “Juan produced Exhibit A to show the police that he and Veronica were fucking, since she signed the spouse swapping legal document and presented it to him for marking the dates and times of each sex act. Juan, also, showed Exhibit C to the police that the Spouse Swapping Club was a real legitimate business in Miami, Florida. The business doesn’t collect dollars, only dolls,” giggling.

The judge leaned over the bench surface and wiggled her fingers at the hair roots of Diane. “Please, allow me to see Exhibit C, Attorney Diane.” Diane looked up with a stern face and returned Exhibit C back to the judge in silence. The judge accepted and reads Exhibit C with a nod. “Juan was a very busy Fucker and enjoyed his duty in the Spouse Swapping Club. Juan fucked Veronica in the early afternoon based on Exhibit A and then he fucked a mysterious Fuckee girl in the early morning based on Exhibit C. How is that possible, Attorney Addison?”

I smiled. “Juan is an emergency room physician with a working shift from four in the afternoon until way pass midnight. The emergency is a very busy place in Coral Gables with lots of shootings, stabbings, and raping, Your Honor.”

The judge smiled. “Five points for the prosecution. Juan is not a murder suspect, just a sperm donor. I would like to point out for both the prosecution and defense Moot team. If Juan and Veronica were having a legitimate love affair, then Juan would have received at least one or more gifts of passion, such as, a gem stone or money or a brand new car? If this was a real court of law, I would toss out all three exhibits, including the stack of nude photographs, and the DNA sperm collected from Dr. Juan Gonzalez, coming from the master bedroom of Veronica Seamus. Since, I and the jury would chalk the play times to fucking fun for the three consenting adults of Veronica, Erik, and Juan. And Veronica would not be charged with murder based on that weak-ass evidence. Prosecution, do you object to my decision?”

“No, Your Honor.” I sat down with a stern face in first chair.

The judge smiled. “Good, I award five points to the defense. Now, whack me again with your next eyewitness, Moot team of the prosecution?”

Diane spun around with a sour frown and stomped to the edge of the prosecution table with a sneer. “Fuck, Addison, that strategy had more holes than imported Swiss cheese. Why did you assume that Juan and Veronica were having a love affair? If I understood completely the documented police record plus your eyewitness account, Juan only volunteered his sperm, protecting his ass. Did he tattle at anytime that Veronica gave him stuff like jewelry or money or other gifts?”

“None of those items!” I smiled with a nod.

Diane exhaled. “We blew that. So forget our strike. Let’s move forward on. Who’s next on the eyewitness list?”

I smirked. “Not a who, a what?”

Diane frowned. “What? What?”

I smiled with a giggle. “You know. It is the glossy colorful photography that came from the local gun range in Miami. You secured that particular picture yourself, when you interviewed the gun owner with district attorney Mercedes.”

Diane smiled with a nod. “Yes, I did.”

I smiled. “Veronica attended and fired a hand pistol at a local gun range in Miami. She can discharge a weapon, making her the prime suspect in shooting and murdering her husband. This should knock all the bowling pins for a winning strike, Diane.”

“Go for the kill, Addison.” Diane back stepped from the prosecution table with a smile and a nod to Addison, leaning against the wood of the empty jury box, watching the court square action.

“Please, call your next witness, prosecution.” The judge stared with a stern face at Addison.

I stood with a smile and a nod, pointing to the jury box. Inside the jury box, there was a mounted very large and exposed television plasma screen. “Please, present an electronic Exhibit G onto the television plasma screen which sits inside the jury box, RCO.”

The black tinted screen showed rows of silver static and then showed a colored photography of Veronica Seamus.

I turned and pointed the green colored laser pen at the face of Veronica on the plasma screen with a smile and a nod. “This is a photo of a woman, who just shot seven 9mm bullets from her hand gun and into her paper dummy target. She holds a pink colored hand pistol in her right shooting hand, direct pointing the non-smoking barrel at her blast hole. The hole represents a precise hit of seven rounds from one magazine into a right eyeball of the paper dummy.”

One of the law students shouted into the courtroom. “Killer-bitch!”

“Murderess!” Another law student yelled into the courtroom.

I circled the green colored laser pen around the face of Veronica. “Exhibit G is the glossy colorful photo of Veronica Seamus at the Thrill Kill Gun Range in Miami. The gun range is located off of Quail Rooster Road on 152nd Street. She is identifying her target work, pointing at the right side of the paper dummy’s face with a hollow peep hole the size of a tangerine. She finished her target practice session, showing off her shooting skills. This is part of the gun range’s promotional advertisement, encouraging repeat customers. Please, split the screen with Exhibit H.”

The television screen split in half, showing the face of Veronica and a slip of white paper.

I circled the television screen with the green colored laser pen with a stern face. “This is Veronica’s gun permit which is valid for the current year. She was required to present the gun permit, before practicing her weapon. Please, replace the two images with Exhibit I.”

The screen replaced the two previous photographs and changed into a picture of hand gun.

I circled the green colored laser pen around the object. “This is a gun which is colored pink for girls, of course. This is a 9mm semi-automatic hand pistol. Please, split the screen and present to me, Exhibit J.”

The screen changed into a new object.

I said. “The picture is the same model and make but in the color of standard blue-tint. The gun is similar to the one was used to murder Erik Seamus.”

The judge frowned at the television plasma of a blue tinted hand gun and Addison. “What is the purpose of presenting Veronica’s gun license and picture of her non-fired pink hand pistol? This is not the weapon that was used to murder Erik Seamus, Attorney Addison?”

I nodded with a stern face to the judge. “I do have a killing theory while showing all the different images with a split frame feature, Your Honor. If you will allow me the next image, it is labeled Exhibit K.”

The judge shook her curls with a sour frown. “You did not say that to me?”

I looked down with a stern face and shuffled the papers. “Say what to you, Your Honor?”

“The next name of the exhibit is the letter K for kill,” the judge smiled at the hair roots of Addison.

I looked up with a worried brow and slapped my blouse. “I’m so sorry, Your Honor. I just labeled all the exhibits, starting with the first alphabetic letter A and then worked through the exhibition documents.”

“For all eardrums, please do not make the same mistake Attorney Addison just demonstrated. Five points to the defense,” the judge smiled.

I turned and stared at the television plasma with a stern face. “This photo was snapped on July twenty fourth. I do believe a pic is worth two million bucks here. Please, show me exhibit…the next exhibit, RCO.” I spun around with a stern face to see the other law students. “A word of caution for those of you with a weak stomach, you might wanna cover your mouth with both your hands. Or you might wanna leave with your ass outta the courtroom entirely. This graphic is very, very graphic.” No law student stood and sat with a stern face. The television screen changed into a new picture. I nodded to the law students with a smile. “Yeah, I feel the same way.” I turned and stared at the television screen, encircling the green colored laser pen around the bloody right eyeball of dead Erik. “This is the wound entrance that killed Erik Seamus. He died immediately when numerous bullets scrambled his brain cells on the right lobe. Please, show me, Exhibit E.”

The screen split into two photographs.

I encircled the laser pen around the first picture with a stern face. “You can see that Veronica tends to kill her paper targets with a kill shot into the right eyeball. And you, also, can see that Erik died of a kill shot in the right eyeball too. I do believe I have it right. Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”

“Five points to the defense,” the judge frowned.

“Addison,” Diane ran from the jury box and sneered over the edge of the prosecution table at Addison with a tongue of sour breath. “You’re going to lose the competition for me.”

I smiled at Diane. “Hold your designer heels! We have shown that Veronica can shoot the murder weapon, even if the gun is missing. But the police will find it yet. Now, we give her a great big fat motive, two million dollars, free from US income taxes. Then we tattle-tail on her exiting the crime scene and finally Veronica is found guilty.”

“Brilliant, Addison, you are going to a very good lawyer, one day.” Diane back stepped with a smile and a nod, standing between the wall of the jury box and prosecution table, watching the television screen.

I turned with a stern face to see the judge, since there was not a jury. “To convict a person of murder, you need a weapon, the intent to use the weapon, and the motive of reason. I’m going to prove Veronica’s motive. Please, show Exhibit L, RCO.”

The screen split into a set of two legal documents with black colored letters.

I encircled the laser pen on the title of the first legal document. “On the left side, this is Erik’s Last Will and Testimony. I only present the first page of the legal document, since it is very long document. However, I have read the document, finding that Veronica’s name is not listed anywhere within this legal document that was signed and dated on the ninth of June. During a recorded interview with Erik’s personal lawyer, the lawyer stated that Erik choose not to include Veronica inside his Last Will and Testimony. Therefore, Veronica had somehow learned of the new Last Will and Testimony, cutting her out of an inheritance, while making her violently angry. Her violently angry was transferred into a vicious hand gun on a hot sizzling night of the twenty fourth of July.”

I shifted and encircled the laser pen on the title of the second legal document. “On the right side of the screen is Erik’s newest legal document, a divorce decree both signed and dated on the ninth of June. Erik fell out of love with his wife. The prosecution will present some un-loving reasons, when we interview our key witness. Erik’s divorce decree states that all the assets are owned by him, including the house, the land, the property, the swimming pool, the furniture, the appliances, and the other etc.

“Since, nothing inside his house belonged to Veronica, except for the silk blouse on her back. The divorce papers were delivered to Veronica’s house, the afternoon of twenty fourth of July by the US postal service. Therefore, Veronica discovered the news of the divorce receiving nothing in that upcoming permanent relationship plus receiving nothing, if Erik died. So, Veronica became violently angry, transferring it into a vicious hand gun on a hot sizzling night of twenty fourth of July.”

The judge frowned at the screen and Addison. “That has to be the most illogical defense strategy in America’s history, Attorney Addison. Why would you present a set of documents, showing no connection to a murder, much less a motive or an intention?”

I turned and smiled to the judge, “The two documents are the single motive that leads to the intention of pulling out a hand gun and shooting Erik. Veronica was mad at the discovery of a new Last Will and Testimony, without her benefiting from Erik’s death. Please, couple that with the new information news blast upon receiving a black and white written legal document that Erik was going to divorce her ass also, without benefiting her ass, either financially or martially. Therefore, Veronica was violently angry, transferring it into a vicious hand gun on a hot sizzling night of twenty fourth of July.”

The judge frowned. “You created that expressive colorful English sentence yourself, Attorney Addison?”

I smiled. “Yes, Your Honor!”

“Call your next witness, Attorney Addison,” the judge said.

“I call Erika Seamus Lackus.” I spun around with a smile to see the closed door, nodding to the courthouse officer.

The door opened.

An older tall female with a head of reddish colored hair and a tone of pale skinned tone entered the courtroom with a sour frown.

I motioned a hand for her to approach the court square, saying with a smile and a nod to her and the law students. “Mrs. Lackus, please come through the swing gate and then stand in front of the bailiff for the swearing in to administrate your witness testimony.” I followed her movement, stepping out form the prosecution chair and stood in front of the jury box.

Lackus moved down the aisle, scanning the room with the law students and entered into the court square, halting and stood in front of the bailiff with a nod and a smile. “Happily,” Erika raised a palm in the air, placing the other hand on top of the Bible.

“Do you swear to Almighty God to tell the truth, madam?” The bailiff asked with a stern face, holding the Bible in his hand.

“Yes, I most certainly do.” Erika nodded with a smile, removing her hand and swung around, moving to the eyewitness box. She climbed inside and sat down on top of the hard seat with a smile and a nod at the law students. “I didn’t know Erik had so many friends. I’m glad all of you are present to hear the truth, the real truth of her.” She turned with a sneer and pointed the fake Veronica at the defense table. “She’s a monster.” Then she turned and looked to see Addison with a nod in silence.

I moved and stood in front of the eyewitness box with a smile and a nod to her. “Erika, is it okay that I call you by your first name, Erika?”

“Erika will be nice.” She nodded with a smile.

I nodded with a stern face. “Please state your name, your occupation, and your relationship with Erik Seamus for the courtroom.”

“I am Erika Seamus Lackus. I am Erik’s sister. I own Seamus Life Insurance, located at 153rd Place in Miami. And Veronica killed my brother in cold-blood for the money.” She turned and sneered at the fake Veronica at the defense table.

I nodded with a stern face at her nose profile. “Thank you, Erika! We will discuss that in a moment. I would like to inquire about the location of your family business. That is a house, right, Erika?”

Erika turned and frowned at Addison, “Uh! Yes, my place of business is inside my house on 153rd Place in Miami. I have a private office adjacent to the Florida room which is off to the side with a single work desk plus a separate bathroom facility. That’s required by the US Internal Revenue Service for establishing a place of business within your home. I’m here to tattle about the life insurance policy on Erik, not my business.” She turned and sneered at the fake Verona at the defense table.

I nodded with a stern face at the nose profile of Erika. “You are here to discuss the life insurance policy on Erik.”

Erika turned and smirked to Addison. “Veronica possessed within her manicured fingernails a two million dollar life insurance policy on Erik, if he should die under any form of circumstances. Therefore, she killed him with a gun, while she and her lover wanted to leave the country for the Bahamas.” She turned and sneered at the fake Veronica at the defense table.

I nodded with a stern face at her nose profile. “That’s an interesting theory, Erika. Please, show Exhibit M, RCO.” The television screen changed into a new legal document. I thumbed over a collar bone to the television screen with a stern face at her nose profile. “Erika, is this Erik’s life insurance policy?”

Erika turned and smiled at the document on the television screen. “Yes.”

I nodded with a smile to her. “Let us concentrate and focus on Erik’s two million dollar insurance policy! How many years did Erik maintain an individual insurance policy on his person?”

Erika nodded with a smile to Addison. “My mother set her loving son Erik up on a life insurance policy, the day he was birthed. Wealth folks do that thing all the time. All their children, grandchildren, and even elderly grandparents have a single life insurance policy from birth until death, making the circle complete.”

“For money,” I said. Erika frowned. I continued with a smile. “Erika, to save my time and your time, please elaborate about Erik’s life insurance policy and then toss in the establishment of Veronica’s life insurance policy.”

Erika smiled. “Our loving mother set up a million dollar life insurance policy on her loving and devoted son Erik on his birthday, paying the money premium every month. Then at the age of eighteen years old, our mother increased the life insurance policy to two million dollars in case of accidental death on her loving and devoted son Erik. But we never dreamed that evil bitch would murder Erik in cold blood with a hand gun in the prime of his life.” She sobbed with wet tears and then sniffed up the snot with a sour frown. “Therefore, Erik was worth two million dollars. And now, that bitch is entitled to all the money until the jury…” She turned and frowned at the single television devise inside the jury box. “Where…where’s the jury in this courtroom?”

I smiled. “This is a Moot Court.”

Erika stared with a puzzled brow at the television. “Alright!”

I said with a smile at her nose profile. “To summary very quickly here in the courtroom, Erik’s life insurance policy is worth two million dollars with Veronica as his solo single beneficiary. Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Erika turned and nodded to the law students and Addison.

I turned and encircled the laser pen at the document with a stern face. “Veronica Seamus is the sole benefactor of two million dollars on Erik’s life insurance policy.” I looked back at Erika. “Tell us the story of Veronica’s life insurance policy?”

Erika frowned. “Why? She’s not dead yet.” She turned and sneered at fake Veronica on the defense table. “But I heard that the needle hurts when it is stuck into an arm vein, honey. I hope you suffer good and long on that death table and then good and longer in hell, bitch.”

I exhaled at her nose profile. “Thanks for that creative pic, Erika. How about Veronica’s life insurance policy? She possessed one. Please, show me, Exhibit N.”

The television screen presented a new legal document.

Erika turned and stared with a stern face at the television screen with the new document. “When Erik married, he set up Veronica with her own life insurance policy at two million dollars on the date of their wedding vows. If for any reason, Veronica died then Erik would receive two million dollars of life insurance on that bitch’s soul. Alas, poor Erik is dead and evil she is alive.” She sobbed with tears, turning with a sneer to see the fake Veronica on the defense table. “I hope you burn in hell for murdering my loving and caring little brother.”

I exhaled at her nose profile. “Thanks for that creative pic, Erika. Erik and Veronica have been married for three years. So both Erik and Veronica possessed a separate life insurance policy for each other. Meaning, if Erik died then Veronica received two million bucks. And if Veronica died, then Erik got two million dollars. And if Erik and Veronica both died, then you would get the two million dollars. Why is that, sister of Erik?”

Erika turned and nodded with a smile to Addison. “Seamus Life Insurance Company is my business. Erik was my brother. Veronica was my sister-in-law. I am married with one child. I have a brother, who isn’t married with no children. My parents are in good health, living. All of the family members possess their own life insurance policy. And I am the beneficiary on all the family members, just for legal reasons. That’s all! My family agreed to the terms, while I agreed to control any monies from any deceased family member.”

I asked. “How do you receive referrals to the Seamus Life Insurance Company?”

Erika frowned, “Lots of folks!”

“Lots of folks like who?” I frowned.

Erika smiled. “I accept any reference for a prospect of securing a client for a life insurance policy. Are you interested in buying for yourself, Attorney or maybe for your husband?”

I said. “I read from your written testimony that Erik refers his bank employees, his bank clients, and his personal friends to your private business for an opportunity to purchase a life insurance policy or two for the entire family unit.”

Erika smiled. “Yes.”

I said. “Don’t you find that a conflict of interesting in doing business, Erika?”

Erika frowned. “Nonsense, the bank offers its employees a life insurance policy. Therefore, I am acting as a free enterprise business competition. I can offer Erik’s bank employees or his bank clients an alternative option, purchasing a better life insurance policy for the entire family unit.”

Diane moved from the wall and stopped, standing between Addison and the witness box and tossed an arm with a sour frown. “I call objection for the defense team, since the Northern Florida Moot team missed the redirection of a hot topic into in a cold one. The prosecution lawyer went beyond the scope of the murder of Erik into the secret private business affairs of a key eyewitness. Her voiced testimony which was questioned by the prosecution team had nothing to do with the murder trial or Veronica’s case.”

“Five points to the prosecution,” the judge smiled.

I smiled. “Therefore, Veronica is a multi-millionaire, now.”

Erika turned and sneered, jabbing a finger at the fake Veronica on the defense table. “She’s a slut, a drug addict, an alcoholic, a gold digger, and a thief. I have proof. You told me to bring my proof. I supplied you and the police department a copy of the cell phone, recording of her hateful evil ways.”

I nodded with a stern face to her nose profile. “Yes, the prosecution has received from Erika, an example of Veronica’s hateful behavior toward Erik’s immediate family. RCO, please play the recording on the plasma television.”

The television screen changed and started playing the mobile telephone video recording from Erika Seamus Lackus.

 

 

 

 

The front door of a house was closed shut.

 

The front door opened, revealing Veronica inside the archway of a bright sunny day in Miami.

 

Erika appeared and stood at the side view of Veronica, extending both her arms with a wiggling infant baby toward Veronica.

 

Veronica stood inside the archway and turned with a sour frown to see the wiggling baby. “I don’t want to hold your baby, Erika. I’ve never been around children. Please, I feel very uncomfortable with him.” She scooted around Erika and moved from the front door with a worried brow.

 

Erika turned and extended both her arms with the wiggling baby to the back spine of Veronica. “You feel uncomfortable, simply because you don’t hold children enough of the time. Take the baby! Once you handle a feeding or two, you’ll enjoy his cozy poo hug.”

 

Veronica moved forward with a sour frown from Erika and the wiggling baby. “No, take that baby away from me. I don’t care to hold him.”

 

Her husband Erik appeared and stopped in front of his wife with an angry tone. “You don’t care to hug him. That’s a meanie comment, Poppy.”

 

Then, the television screen cut off the video recording and showed a row of silver colored static.

 

 

 

 

Erika turned with a sour frown and jabbed a finger at the television screen of silver tinted static. “There’s your honest audio proof. Veronica is a mean hateful woman to everyone she touches. She never loved Erik, only his assets, consisting of his house, his swimming pool, and his two million dollar life insurance policy. Veronica rented an apartment, before Erik and her married. She couldn’t pay her own bills and expenses, without Erik’s financial assistance.” She sobbed with tears, turning with a sneer to see the fake Veronica at the defense table. “Erik is dead. And that bitch gets all his money.”

I reached out and patted her arm with a smile. “There, there, Erika. Thanks for your stunning colorful video and shocking testimony. I would like to discuss the monies needed to pay on the both life insurance policies. Erik paid an amount each month to maintain both life insurance policies for him and Veronica. Please, show me, Exhibit O.”

The television screen changed into a new document.

Erika turned and nodded with a smile at the television screen with the new picture. “Yes, h gave me a personal bank check every month for payment of the two life insurance policies.”

I turned and encircled the laser pen at the picture of the check on the television screen. “This is the check written to Seamus Life Insurance Company, your personal business. The amount is 346.12 dollars for the month of January, the current year. We have found checks for each month from January to July for payments of the two life insurance policies. However, Veronica signed the personal bank check.”

Erika turned and nodded to Addison. “Yes, like I mentioned before Veronica wants the money. She has two million dollars waiting for her, if you do not find her guilt of killing poor Erik, Addison.”

“Did Veronica always sign the monthly check? I found her name on every single check from the calendar month of January first to July first.”

Erika nodded. “Yes, Veronica signed the monthly checks, while Erik brought each check to me for payment of the two life insurance policies.”

“A monthly payment would keep the two life insurance policies active, correct, Erika?”

Erika nodded. “Most definitely, without the monthly payment or a lump sum payment, the life insurance policy would terminate after thirty days. A life insurance company is required to carry out the legal written terms of the bind contract for thirty days, allowing for the client to catch up on a delayed payment. But I can assure you that Erik brought me a check every single month always like clockwork on the first, even on Sunday morning. Since we all attended church together. Now, he’s in heaven, watching us attend church from there.” She whipped a chin down into her chest, sobbing with tears and sniffed back up the clear snot.

“Thanks for that creative pic, Erika.” I stared down at her red colored hair roots. “Is there anything else that you would like to share with this Moot Court?”

Erika looked up with a sneer, turning to see the fake Veronica at the defense table. “That she goes straight to hell for killing my precious brother.”

The judge said with a stern face to the red colored hair roots of Erika. “Thank you, Erika! Please step down out of my witness box.”

Erika turned and frowned at the judge. The judge nodded with a stern face. Erika stood and exited the court square.

I stood in place and looked up with a nod to see the judge. “The prosecution has shown motive. Motive is defined as the vicious reason behind a given violent course of action, the cold-blooded murdering of Erik. Therefore, Erik dies on the twenty fourth of July, leaving behind two million dollars in cash, where his wife is the solo benefactor. Veronica has the motive, even without a murder weapon, yet.”

“Five points to the prosecution,” the judge nodded with a smile to Addison.

I swung around with a smile, moving and sat back down in the first chair of the prosecution table with a giggle and shuffled around the legal papers.

Diane moved from the wall and stopped, standing at the edge of the prosecution table, staring down with a smile at the black colored hair roots of Addison. “You did a good job, Addison. That fake eyewitness for the sister of Erik was very emotional and surprising authentic. Where did you find her?”

“Please, call your next witness, Attorney Addison.” The judge stared with a stern face at the back spine of Diane.

“Thanks, Diane,” I looked up with a nod to see the judge.

“Who is your next eyewitness, Addison?” Diane frowned.

I exhaled. “It was be a fake Mrs. Echemendia, if we had one.”

Diane laughed. “A fake Mrs. Echemendia, that particular neighbor of Poppy would make for another Hollywood Oscar nomination performance, Addison.”

I smiled. “Well, I can read the eyewitness statement and then add my own interpretation into the mix, making it more dramatic for the non-jury, the judge, and the law students, maybe getting another five points for the prosecution.”

Diane exhaled with a nod. “We have no other choice. Go on then!” She back stepped with a stern face into the wall corner, watching the court square action.

I stood and smiled at the nose profile of RCO. “Please, show me, Exhibit P.” The television screen changed into a new picture. I turned and pointed a finger at the first page of the paper. “This is a verbal statement from the key eyewitness named Mrs. Echemendia. She is not present, today, inside the courtroom. Therefore, I should read or rather paraphrase her account.”

I cleared a throat and read the television screen. “Mrs. Echemendia saw a tall female, coming from the front door of Erik’s house and then run across the grass in a pair of high shoes, wearing a wedding dress with a veil, covering her hair and her face. The time was presented around six o’clock in the evening, during good daylight hours. Mrs. Echemendia cannot verify the exact features of the female’s face. The tall female possessed golden-like suntan skin and blonde hair. Then the tall female entered a sports car. This is the end of Mrs. Echemendia’s verbal statement. Mrs. Echemendia’s house is right across the street from Erik’s home. Therefore, the prosecution supports that the murderess suspect is Veronica Seamus.

“The car matched the model and description of Veronica’s black sports car. And Veronica was employed by the Photo Shop modeling studio between the hours of five and nine o’clock on July twenty fourth. And she was modeling a white ankle-length wedding dress that night, based on her verbal alibi to the Coral Gable police detectives. And she was driving her personal black sports car from her house to her work place. Therefore, the prosecution supports that the murderess suspect is Veronica Seamus. Please, show me, Exhibit Q.”

The television screen changed into a city street map.

I lifted and encircled the green colored laser pen around the map with a stern face. “This blue dot represents Veronica’s house on the city street of Camilo Avenue. The green dot is the Photo Shop, her place of employment as a model on Salzedo Street. Ironically, the police station scoots up into the alleyway, right in front of the Photo Shop.

“You can see a bright yellow L-shaped line from the house to the shop. This little line is exactly point zero five miles from point A to point B. I will repeat less than a half a mile. Veronica had plenty of time to leave the Photo Shop, enter her car and then drive and wait for Erik to come home from his work place. She hid inside her own house, waiting like a spider for Erik, wearing the same wedding dress which was being modeled, that night. Veronica parked across the street per Mrs. Echemendia’s testimony and then shot and killed Erik. She run across the grass and entered her car and then sped back down Camilo onto Salzedo Street, parking her black sports car under the flood light, like always. She re-entered her place of employment, probably while her boss was shitting down in the bathroom toilet or smoking a joint. Either way, Veronica had the time and the transport to conveniently exact time a cold blooded murder Erik and then scoot timely out of eyesight. Therefore, the prosecution supports that the murderess suspect is Veronica Seamus.”

“Five points to the prosecution,” the judge smiled at Addison.

I smiled. “I want to summarize here. Veronica joined and abused the Spouse Swapping Club to fuck her next door neighbor Juan for fun during her free afternoon between two working jobs. Then, she found out that Erik’s Last Will and Testimony excluded her from his grand estate while learning of Erik’s newly signed divorce papers, all on June ninth. Therefore, Veronica was getting kicked out of the house literally, since she was excluded from everything. Except?

“When they married, Erik had set both of them with a lifetime insurance policy of two million dollars. If Veronica died, he received the money. If Erik died, she received the two million dollars. A perfect motive is plotted and planned to kill your husband, indeed.

“I will remind the Moot Court. The police force has not found the murder weapon. But, the prosecution offers that Veronica can handle a hand gun, shooting, and duplicating Erik’s kill shot, blowing out a right eyeball. Since, she has practiced her gun skills at a certified gun range, in Miami. Now, we don’t have a murder weapon or an eyewitness to the murderous crime. But, we do have something, very unique, and unusual. Please, show me, Exhibit R.”

The television screen changed from a street map into a piece of paper.

Diane ran from the side wall and slammed into the edge of the prosecution table, leaning into the hair roots of Addison with a sneer. “What are you doing, Addison? That’s not in our scripted play. Bring in the fake character witness. Your grand idea of performing a reading of the violent word exchange was brilliant. Why you fucking it up? I’m losing the competition. What’s the math score? Do you know? I’m leading by five points. I need these five points from the judge.”

I smiled. “You’re winning the competition, Di. I know and you know that Veronica speaks Spanish. The Moot Court doesn’t know that. I must give them a connection, before I run the play of words. Or the act will be confusing or puzzling for the non-educated law students. Now, does that make more sense, Attorney Diane?”

Diane exhaled with a nod. “Yeah, okay, yes, the judge doesn’t know that Veronica speaks Spanish, either.” She turned and frowned at the television screen. “A college degree from Birmingham University, Poppy went to college? I didn’t know that.”

I looked down with a smile to see my notes. “Poppy is a college graduate with a master’s degree in engineering, and a law degree from Birmingham State University, too. She’s a very brilliant murderess.” I looked up with a smile to see the nose profile of Diane. “We must be very careful and cautious with our acting play, today. It will be interesting to see how the judge reacts, as well. And this is a good practice for when her real murder trial starts. Didn’t you agree, Di?”

Diane continued to frown at the screen. “College graduate, I don’t know, either.”

“Please, call your next eyewitness, Attorney Addison,” the judge said with a stern face at the back spine of Diane.

“Yes, Your Honor.” I shoved Diane away and turned with a smile to see the law students. Diane back stepped from Addison with a stern face and moved back in the side wall between the jury box and the prosecution table. I said with a smile and a nod. “This is a college diploma in the field of Spanish. The name on the degree reads Veronica Seamus. Veronica can speak the language of Spanish, studying it in college. This is a very important clue for the prosecution. Because, the last eye-witness doesn’t have any eyes, instead she is an ear-witness on the night of Erik’s vicious bloody death.” I spun around with a grin and a giggle to see the judge. “Sorry, Your Honor!”

The judge frowned. “Allow me to emphasize here to the law students! This is a learning tool for developing the minds and the attitudes of future law students. I have let slide lots of funny and silly antics inside the Moot courtroom, today. But, understand and recognize the differences, future law students. Now, please control and continue, Attorney Addison.”

“Yes, Your Honor!” I swung around with a smile and a nod to see the courtroom officer at the posted closed courtroom doors. “I call as my next witness, Veronica’s next door neighbor Mrs. Hogan.”

The doors opened.

A tall elderly woman slowly entered and tapped a long pole on the floor with her caregiver.

I yelled. “Mrs. Hogan, thank you, for coming from your home.”

The caregiver stopped and sat inside the court gallery. The bailiff dashed from the side wall, extending an arm to Mrs. Hogan, moving them toward the eyewitness box for the swearing-in ceremony and then he left, returning back to stand at the side wall with a stern face.

I scooted from the prosecution table and moved, stopping and stood beside Mrs. Hogan near the eyewitness box, saying with a smile into her eardrum. “Good morning, Mrs. Hogan. I am Attorney Addison, representing the prosecution. And I also work with the Coral Gables police department. On the night of the twenty fourth of July, you heard something while standing outside your front porch.”

“Yes.” Mrs. Hogan was blind, wearing a pair of sunglasses, staring down at the floor, saying with a soft timber.

“I’m going to read your statement for all the people in the courtroom. Is that okay, Mrs. Hogan?”

“Yes.”

I turned and stared at the law students, rattling the single sheet of paper. “This is Mrs. Hogan’s verbal statement to the Coral Gables police department. ‘I cannot see with my eyes, but I can hear with my eyes. I heard perfect pitches of a female speaking Spanish right before poor Erik was shot.’ Is this correct, Mrs. Hogan?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Hogan. Your Honor, I request with your permission to conduct a little demonstration.” I smiled at the law students. “I would like for all persons to close their eyelids, while I have two volunteers recite the exact word change between Erik and Veronica’s last night together. This will recreate the feeling or atmosphere of the moment right before the murder, if it pleases the court, Your Honor. The Coral Gables police department has been so kind to type out a scripted play, if you please for my little demonstration.” I lifted and held the object in the air, turning to face the judge with a smile. “I hold two sheets of paper with Mrs. Hogan’s verbal statement.”

The judge turned and exhaled with a sour frown at Addison. “I agree to a little demonstration. Who are your volunteers? Please stand so I can see you also.”

I turned and smiled at the students. “I don’t really have any selected volunteers, Your Honor. So this is for fun and adventure. I need someone to read a male part. Therefore, I need a male.” I turned and nodded to the fake Veronica. “And I would like for Veronica to read her own part in the little demo. Is that acceptable the Moot defense captain?”

The Moot defense captain leaned over and whispered with a smile to the fake Veronica, pulling back with a nod and stood with a smile and a nod to the judge. “Veronica would be greatly delighted to participate in the demo and prove her innocence, Your Honor.”

I moved and stopped, standing at the defense table and handed the single paper to the fake Veronica with a smile. “Your read all the lines in blue ink. But this is like a play. You must wait for the male to speak Erik’s line first and then you react. Does this make sense, Mrs. Seamus?”

She sat with a smile. “Perfect, I got it, Attorney Addison.” The fake Veronica accepted the paper with a nod and a smile, reviewing the three short sentences in blue colored ink.

One of the male Moot team mates stood from his chair with a hand wave and a smile at the back spine of Addison. “I’ll do it, Addison, since we’re kinda like representing Erik’s interest.”

I turned and moved ahead to my Moot team member, stopping and handed the second paper with a smile and a nod. “Excellent, co-chair, Veronica will read the first sentence and then you will shout out that word. Do you understand?”

The male Moot team member accepted the paper, reading the words with a nod and a smile. “Got it! This is a more fun than the last Moot team competition.”

I turned and smiled with a nod to the other law students. “Very good, everyone enjoy the criminal demo!” I slid into the middle of room in front of the single chair with the RCO, lifting and held both palms in the air with a smile, facing the law students but cuing each actor, “Alright, we are ready to begin. Please, everyone close your eyelids.” I watched the students close a pair of eyelids and pointed to her first. “Veronica, you will begin the play. Please, shout the sentence for all ears around the court square to hear.”

The fake Veronica stood and looked down with a smile, reading the first sentence. “Uh…ha…” She and the Moot defense captain leaned over and bumped heads with a confused brow.

The Moot defense captain turned and frowned at Addison. “Uh, the words look funny, Addison.”

“Veronica spoke her sentences in the language of Spanish. All her lines are written in Spanish.” I smiled.

“O,” the fake Veronica frowned and tried to read the words. “Ha…habe…” The Moot defense captain leaned over and whispered the Spanish word. The fake Veronica smiled and read out loud. “Once upon a time…”

I nodded with a smile. “That’s a very good English translation, Moot defense captain. But I need it spoken in Spanish, not English, please.”

“O,” the fake Veronica tried to read again in the sentence of Spanish words. “Habia…una…vex…no…vez…”

Diane exhaled with a puff of annoyance, uncrossing her arms and moved from the side, stomping toward the defense table and stopped, standing in place and extended her hand, “Gimme!” The fake Veronica looked up with a pout and handed the paper to Diane. Diane moved and stood between the defense and prosecution table, facing the male who played the role of Erik with a stern face. “Are you ready, Erik? I’ll read the first sentence, then you follow until we finish this little demonstration.”

“Yeah,” He looked down with a smile to see the lines.

I smiled. “The word exchange was being shouted at each other. So please shout out your lines inside the courtroom for all eardrums to hear. Ready, set, go, Veronica.”

“Habia una vez. Te detesto,” Diane said in Spanish.

“Veronica, please,” said the male, acting as Erik.

“Te odio,” Diane said in Spanish.

“Veronica, please,” said the male, acting as Erik.

“Voy a matar,” Diane said in Spanish.

“Veronica,” said the male, acting as Erik.

I whipped my arms up and down with a smile and a yell, “Silence.” Then, I yelled. “Pow, pow, pow.”

The students sounded with a set of claps and whistles.

Then the judge clapped with a smile. “Bravo, bravo, excellent job, Attorney Addison! Five points to the prosecution.”

I nodded with a smile to the law students. “Thank you, volunteers! You did an excellent job. Please, give our actors a nice round of applaud.” I clapped and smiled with the other law students. “Thank you, again!” I turned and moved to Hogan, stopping and stood, saying with a stern face into her eardrum. “Mrs. Hogan, I have duplicated your verbal testimony, so you could hear exactly the same vocal exchange, on the night of Erik’s death. What did you think of the demonstration, Mrs. Hogan? A familiar voice from the hot sizzling night of Erik’s shooting belongs to the female, coming within the Seamus house. Her voice echoed from the open door of the garage onto your front porch. The Spanish sentences translated into vicious threats for Erik. I hate you. I detest you. I kill you. You heard nothing but silence air and then three sounds from a hand gun.” I stared at her nose profile. “Did you hear that same fluttering flute voice carrying a smooth singing Spanish hum here inside the court room, today?”

Mrs. Hogan smiled down at the floor. “While I am blind, I do see with my eardrums. It wasn’t a fluttering flute. It was a high alto, second soprano. I used to enjoy, singing in the church’s choir, before I lost my eyesight. I am a first alto, too. There’s a very different distinction between a flute and a clarinet musical note. Veronica sings in a fluttering flute song. And I happen to know that she sings to the little children, in their Sunday school class cute little Bible tales, during church Mass. A girl, who sings in an alto voice, could not duplicate Veronica’s fluting soprano on the night of poor Erik’s death. I heard a high pitched alto voice. When the young female and the male voices were reading that scripted play for me in here, I immediately recognized that high alto shouting out at poor Erik, before he was killed. Who played that particular female part? She speaks in perfect Spanish alto.”

I pointed with a smile at her. “Diane.”

Diane crossed both arms with a sour frown, staring down at the sunglasses of Mrs. Hogan. “Bull shit, I read a few lines on a piece of scripted paper. I can speak in perfect Spanish. My last name is Lopez. My mother and father both speak in perfect Spanish. They taught me to speak perfect Spanish. And I happen to speak in alto, not soprano. I am born like this. Your Honor, I totally object to her as an eye-witness. This is utterly ridiculous and ridiculing for my Moot team, Your Honor.”

“Five more points to the prosecution,” the judge turned and smiled down at the silver tinted hair roots of Hogan. “Thank you for your testimony, Mrs. Hogan. I very much appreciate your time. Bailiff, please assist Mrs. Hogan out of the witness stand and back into her caregiver’s trustful hands. Thank you, please.”

I moved ahead and sat back into the first chair on the prosecution table with a grin and a giggle.

Diane turned and moved, slamming into the edge of the prosecution wooden table with a growl over the black colored hair roots of Addison. “What the fuck are you doing, here, Addison?”

I looked down with a smile and shuffled the paper. “Making you look like an ass, Di.” Then I looked up with a giggle and a wink to see Diane.

Diane dropped open a mouth and then laughed with a nod. “You’re good, Addison. You’re very good, Addison. You’re going to be a great lawyer, one day.” She stood upright with a smile and a nod.

“Thanks, Di.” I smiled.

“Look at the time now. I call for lunch. Everyone is excused for one hour. Please return to the Moot courtroom at 12:01 pm, precisely,” the judge stood with a smile to see back spine of Diane. “By the way, the competition is tied.” She turned and bounced down the steps with a hum and a smile, leaving the court square.

 

 

1:02 p.m.

Moot Court trial setting

 

 

All the law students were serviced a plate or two of free hot food inside a very large conference room that separated the two schools.

Diane didn’t eat much but lectured into the eardrum of Addison about the good and the poor performance of the prosecution team inside the Moot Court fake trial, trying to lead and win the competition by the end of the afternoon at five pm.

All the law students finished eating and returned on time back into the courtroom, sitting with a belly of food and an open mind.

The judge entered the room as the law students stood. She sat and banged the gravel to continue the Moot Court team competition with a smile and a nod to the law students. “The Moot Court defense team from the Northern Florida University School of Law, it is your turn to impress me. I will for the sake of my voice and my ears reference your captain of the Moot Court as the defense lawyer. Do you understand, defense lawyer?”

The tall female captain of Moot defense team stood with a smile and a nod to the judge, “Yes, ma’am, I call as my first key eyewitness Quinn Bellow.”

The courtroom doors were opened by a pair of courtroom officers.

The male was average height and average weight with a tone of pale tinted skin and a bald head, entering the courtroom and stopped, standing in the middle of the from, touching the Bible with one hand. He nodded to the bailiff, swearing to tell the truth to the judge with the other hand. Then he spun around and moved, sitting inside the eyewitness box, leaning forward in the chair, banging out a musical beat with a pair of nervous hands on the wooden railing.

The defense lawyer stood and moved ahead, stopping and stood in front of the witness box with a nod and a smile to the eyewitness, ratting the paper with her notes with nervousness. “Good morning, sir! Please state the following your name, your occupation, your place of business. Please, explain the purpose and function of these three legal documents in my hands.”

He nodded with a smile to the female defense lawyer. “I am Quinn Bellow. I own and operate the Spouse Swapping Club here in Miami, Florida along with the surrounding cities…”

“Your Honor.” Diane shook her curls, staring with a sour frown at Bellow. “I completely object to this eyewitness. You, personally, have determined and decided that the prosecution should toss out all three spouse swapping letters, representing legal documents of the three individual spouse swapping club members in the Erik Seamus murder trial. I, also, concur with you. Therefore, this is a complete waste of my time and the judge’s time to rehash old ideas around the court square. Please, honor my request!”

The defense lawyer turned and nodded to the judge. “Your Honor, Attorney Diane is correct. We have resurrected the spouse swapping three legal documents for an entirely different defensive purpose for this afternoon’s debate. I wish to extend my request for continued questioning. I promise that you’ll be most intrigued, Your Honor,” grinning.

The judge exhaled. “Hmm, in a real court of law, topics are rehashed over and over, again. But it is up to the judge, if she wants to hear more rehashing or rejecting. Sustained. I am very intrigued. Please, continue to answer the defense lawyer’s question, Mr. Bellow.”

Bellow nodded with a smile to the defense attorney. “I was saying. I own and operate the Spouse Swapping Club in Miami, Florida. My company has a non-profit figure status with the US IRS or the United States Internal Revenue Service. The IRS collects money for taxes. But we don’t ever collect money from our clients or sell sex to any customers for money, never, ever. Everything is free. There is no money, ever, never. Am I doing okay, miss?” He smiled at the defense lawyer.

“Yes sir, Mr. Bellow! Please keep going with your business explanation,” the defense lawyer nodded with a smile.

Bellows nodded. “I’m a little nervous. I’m never appeared in court before.”

The defense lawyer pointed down to the three letters in her hands. “You’re doing fine, Mr. Bellow. RCO, please display Exhibit one on the plasma screen for me.”

The black tinted television screen changed into three pieces of white colored papers. The papers were business letters that belonged to Veronica, Erik, and Juan.

She turned and pointed at the television screen. “And for the court square, you can see there are the three letters that are replicated on the television monitor also,” she turned and handed a set of papers to Bellow. “Please, explain to the Moot Court the three legal documents in your hands.”

Bellow accepted the letters and looked at the law students with a smile, “Sure thing! Let me explain first. The Spouse Swapping Club is voluntarily between two consenting adults, no teenagers, never. This is a standard legal document between the Fucker, the one who asks to get fucked. And the Fuckee, the one who accepts the fucking invitation. Clever, ain’t it! The sheet of paper protects my business company against a single or multiple lawsuits of triangle lovers and crazy rapists. If we find a Fucker is too violent with a Fuckee, then I personally report his ass to the police. And then, the police force gets involved, investigating that vicious male or female. We have been opened and operated in the year 1999,” he turned and smiled at the nose profile of the judge. “We’re a good business company, Your Honor.”

“You’re doing a fine job. Please, explain Exhibit 1 in your left hand, Mr. Bellow, first,” the defense lawyer smiled.

He turned and looked down at the paper and the defense lawyer with a smile. “Exhibit 1, I need to explain that the Fuckee signs her or his spouse swapping letter and then gives it to the Fucker. Then the Fucker keeps the letter for protection, meaning the Fuckee is consenting to the sex act, too. The Fucker is required to record every passionate fuck with a date and a time, just the start time of the foreplay, not the actually fucking motion or the ejaculation, or the eruption…”

“We get the picture, Mr. Bellow,” the judge nodded with a smile.

Bellow smiled. “Okay, the Fucker keeps the letter forever or until she or he doesn’t want to fuck that particular Fuckee anymore. A Fucker can have many Fuckee and Fuckee’s letters. That shows who he or she has been fucking to avoid sexual lawsuits and stuff. And we strongly encourage our clients to sign off and file the letter with us on the last date of the year December 31, then start a new letter for good record fucking sex acts. Our clients do that good too. I gots lots of letters, too.”

“Exhibit one is…” the defense lawyer reached and tapped on the letter with a fake smile.

“Exhibit one was signed by a Fuckee, but I can’t make out that rough signature. It looks like a Victoria.” Bellow narrowed his eyelids at the lousy handwriting.

The defense lawyer smiled. “The actual proper name is Veronica.”

Bellow nodded with a smile. “Okay, Veronica signed the letter as Fuckee and then gave it to a Fucker for a consensual sex act. When you flip the letter over, you see all the dates and times. The Fucker had some fun, documenting his fucks every day on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday in the early afternoon. This is a valid legal document from my business company, the Spouse Swapping Club of a Fucker and a Fuckee,” he looked up with a smile to see the defense lawyer. “Is that what I supposed to do?”

The defense lawyer nodded with a grin. “Yes, Mr. Bellow. What else can you tell us about Exhibit two, the document in your right hand?”

Bellow nodded with a smile. “Exhibit two was signed by Erik Seamus, good neat hand writing.”

“Mr. Bellow, is it possible for you to verify Erik Seamus’ signature on your company’s valid legal document for the Moot Court, today?”

Bellow shook his bald skull with a frown. “No ma’am, I’m not a lawyer. My company is free to all clients. I only collect the letters, when a Fucker turns them into the office for lawsuit protection purposes for me.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bellow. Please, continue and assess the last letter.”

“Exhibit 2 was signed by Erik Seamus as the Fuckee. Then when I turn the letter over, Erik the Fucker is recording all fucking pleasurable encounters. See, on the back of letter, he was busy, too. Wow!”

“Is there any method of identification to ID the Fucker that was fucking the Fuckee Erik Seamus, Mr. Bellow?”

Bellow shook his bald skull with a frown. “No, that’s private stuff between the Fucker and Fuckee. Since, a Fucker can have many, many Fuckees, including their lawful wedded and bedded wife or husband. You know?”

“Please, explain Exhibit three, Mr. Bellow.”

“Exhibit three was signed by Juan Gonzales, good hand writing,” he flipped it over with a smile and a nod. “He’s the Fucker and enjoyed a good time with his Fuckee, too. This is a legit legal paper,” he turned and smiled at the judge. “Is that what I’m supposed to say, Your Honor?”

The judge smiled at him. “You told me the truth. That’s all, Mr. Bellow.”

The defense lawyer said. “I have one last question, Mr. Bellow. If you please? You have clarified that this is your legal document for the Spouse Swapping Club and you collect the letters for safekeeping, in case of business lawsuits. Do you meet and greet every single client in the Spouse Swapping Club?”

Bellow turned and nodded with a smile at the defense lawyer. “Yeah, I do but I don’t act as a Fucker.” He chuckled with the law students.

The judge turned and frowned at the law students, “A little quieter for my eardrums, please.”

The defense lawyer asked. “Do you recall meeting all three adults in person? Would you remember, for example meeting Erik Seamus?”

Bellow nodded with a smile. “Yeah, I did not like we did lunch or anything. He came into the office to join the Spouse Swapping Club, without his pretty wife. Since the murder trial, the television media has been running his photo and her photo, winking my old memories into the past. I met him, showed him my office, but he was alone. I didn’t meet Mrs. Seamus.”

“Excellent. Did you meet Juan Gonzalez?”

Bellow smiled. “Yeah, he’s an older client for about four years running now, a long time Fucker.”

The defense lawyer smiled. “Excellent! Please, review Exhibit 1 as I ask my question. My next question isn’t implying any degree of illegal usage to you or your company, Mr. Bellow. It is a clarifying question that only you as the owner and operator can clarify. Since, you rely upon this single sheet of piece of paper as a single legal barrier, preventing a lawsuit to the Spouse Swapping Club. How can you be certain that Mrs. Veronica Seamus signed Exhibit 1? You and I both have noted that her personal signature is lousy or rough or incomprehensible to our naked eye. Please explain to me? How certain are you that Mrs. Veronica Seamus, the lawful wife of Erik Seamus signed that legal document and subjected herself as a Fuckee?”

“Objective, Your Honor!” Diane moved and stood in front of the prosecution table, tossing an arm with a sour frown.

The judge turned and frowned at the Moot lawyer. “Why, Attorney Diane?”

Diane exhaled and crossed her arms. “The defense lawyer is leading the key eyewitness into testifying in a court of law that the incomprehensible signature is not Mrs. Veronica Seamus. He hasn’t ever met her in facial person and didn’t witness with his eyeballs her chicken scratch signature on the dotted line signature of the legal document. And he admitted that her signature isn’t required for a legal act of fucking at his company, the Spouse Swapping Club.

“He, me, or you didn’t know with hundred percent certainty either, if that’s Veronica’s signature. However, if the prosecution can provide an eyewitness, who states that Veronica gave the legal contract to him, in exchange for free multiple fucking sex acts that have been documented on the back of the letter, then I rest my case. This is a waste of my time and your time, Your Honor.” Diane swung around with a smile and a wink to see Addison.

Bellow turned and frowned to the judge. “Your Honor, may I talk?”

“Go ahead, Mr. Bellow,” the judge nodded with a smile.

Bellow turned and pointed with a nod to Diane, “Uh, she’s right. I didn’t meet Mrs. Veronica Seamus, wife of Erik Seamus. I can’t verify her awful hand written signature on this piece of paper in my hands or on the television screen. But I can verify if this particular legal document belongs to her.”

Diane shook her finger with a smirk at him. “Be very careful, here, Mr. Bellow! Lying in the witness stand is perjury. And perjury gets your ass some needed jail time. And I happen to know that the Miami-Dade courthouse holds four empty prison cells, behind Judge Julia’s chamber for both lawyers and eyewitnesses. Anyways, it’s impossible to trace or track or tattle, if Veronica signed that letter.”

Bellow rattled the letter with a smile. “On the left hand side, there is a set of numbers. See, here? This is an interior coding system for my privacy, in case of a legal lawsuit. A string of eighteen numbers represent each one of my clients. The first seven digits are the date that my secretary typed upon the letter like a start date of the legal contract. Numbers eight through fourteen are the exact birth day of each client. You know by a month, a day, and a four digit year. And the last four numbers is the time of birth of the client. If a client happens to share a birthday with another client, in case of duplicate, while the chance of another client with the same birthday and time is astronomical like flying to the moon, but then it might happen,” smiling.

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at the television screen. “Can you read the first seven numeric string digits on Exhibit 1 and Exhibit 2, Mr. Bellow?”

Bellow read out loud. “Exhibit 1 and Exhibit 2, the seven digits are exactly the same set of numbers. The date is 06.09.2016. That’s the day, I gave Erik the letter. That’s the day my secretary typed the calendar date on the letter. Then Erik toted the letter out the office door. I don’t require my clients to sign it in front of me, since the client might not want to use it, ever. Ya know?”

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at him, “Very good, Mr. Bellow.”

Bellow rattled the paper, reading out loud. “The next seven numbers are the client’s birthday.”

I didn’t have access to my personal laptop with millions of datum for the Seamus murder case, since both the judge and Diane refused my request for an electronic toy inside the Moot Court, including a mobile telephone, a beeping pager, or a digital camera. I stood and swung around with a tern face to the law students. “Does anyone possess Veronica’s birthday?”

“No.” Diane stared with a sour frown at the television screen.

I asked. “How can we find out?”

Diane frowned at the screen. “That’s a HIPAA privacy violation for trying to update the Moot court’s eardrums. Ya know, Addison? If you don’t use it, then you don’t need it. This is a fake court of law.” She pointed at the screen. “Those eight numbers are Erik’s calendar birthday, 02.10.1986. You can see. The birthday exactly matches the eight math number strand on Exhibit two. I have just verified that this is the letter of Erik Seamus based on the vocal testimony from Ollie Bellow.” She turned and frowned at the judge. “Is everyone satisfied? I’m mortified that we’ve wasted twenty five minutes of my time,” she looked down with a sour frown to see her designer wrist watch.

The judge smiled. “Five points to the defense! That was an excellent job, uncovering the mysterious hand writing on the spouse swapping letter.”

The defense lawyer smiled. “You may leave, Mr. Bellow.” He stood and exited the courtroom.

The judge frowned at the defense lawyer, “What was the defensive point of Mr. Bellow’s testimony?”

The defense lawyer nodded with a grin. “I’m providing solid hard evidence, proving that Veronica didn’t kill her husband Erik for any of the above like love or sex or hate or passion. And the Spouse Swapping Club letter wasn’t Veronica. So who does it belong, too, Judge Julia?”

The judge frowned. “Hmm, the heart of any criminal case, especially a murder is the presentation of evidence. There are two types of evidence direct and circumstantial. The direct evidence includes eyewitness accounts, a confession of the murderer or a weapon. In this murder case, we don’t have either a confession from the murderer or a murder weapon. Therefore, we will judge based on all and any eyewitness statements. However, I have found Mr. Bellow’s statement, presentation, and usage of his legal letters, totally inclusion with non-circumstantial facts. Circumstantial evidence suggests a fact by implication with the appearance of the scene of a crime, verbal or written testimony, connecting the crime and physical evidence while suggesting some type of criminal activity. I don’t find any type of criminal evidence here. Do you, Attorney Diane?”

Diane laughed with a nod. “Me, either! I think you should deduct ten points from the defense, Your Honor.”

The judge smiled with a nod. “I find that suggestion to be implemented immediately. I award minus ten points to the defense. Call your next witness, defense lawyer.”

The defense lawyer turned and frowned at the RCO. “Please show Exhibit four.” The television screen changed into new picture. She turned and encircled the blue colored laser pen around the new document with a stern face. “This is a pre-nuptial agreement that is usually stored and then attached to a legal divorce decree, when a married couple can’t get along as husband and wife. And this happens to be signed by Veronica Langlus, who is the current Mrs. Erik Seamus. Veronica willingly provided Erik a pre-nup. We, lawyers liked to term before their marriage, three years ago. The pre-nuptial guarantees Veronica will not never, ever take away any of Erik’s possessions, after the marriage dissolves. Erik’s possessions included his house, his car, his furniture, his swimming pool, his clothing, his jewelry, his pension plan, and his bank accounts. So, it didn’t matter that Erik had filed for a divorce, since Veronica wasn’t receiving anything in the executed decree. Therefore, the defense presents here that Veronica doesn’t possess a motive for shooting her husband Erik.”

“Five points to the defense,” the judge smiled.

Diana moved ahead and stood closer to the television with a confused brow. “Where did you get this fake pre-nuptial agreement?”

“Veronica produced the legal document from her bank security deposit box for her defense attorney at Prensess and Prensess Law Firm.” I turned and stared at the screen, answering for the defense lawyer.

Diane frowned at the television screen with the picture. “Your Honor, the prosecution didn’t know about it and didn’t see it and didn’t get the chance to comment about this fake piece of shit from the defense Moot team.”

The judge smiled at the nose profile of Diane. “And this is the point of a Moot Court, Attorney Diane, to learn and correct all those shitty mistakes which have been produced by the prosecution or the defense before the law students become future law attorneys. Any more complaints?”

Diane exhaled with a puff of annoyance, moving ahead and stood inside the wall corner, watching the court square, “No, Your Honor.”

The defense lawyer turned and nodded. “Our next witness is coming through the door now.”

The door opened by the pair of courtroom officers.

A tall and muscular adult male strutted into the room and stood in front of the bailiff, swearing to tell the truth, spinning around with a wink and a smile at the cute young female defense lawyer, strutting and sat inside the eyewitness box with a grin and a chuckle.

Diane rolled her eyeballs and stared at the back spine of the silly law student.

The defense lawyer moved and stood very close to the eyewitness box with a grin and a grille at the handsome young male inside the eyewitness box. “Please, state your name, your occupation, and your work.”

He winked with a smile at the defense lawyer. “I’m Talton Tartt, a range master at the Thrill Kill Gun Range here in Miami. I monitor all fire power, coming from an assigned shooting slot for trouble or more trouble from the paying shooters.”

The defense lawyer winked with a smile for fun. “RCO, please, show it.” The television screen changed from the three letters into a single sheet of paper. She thumbed behind a collar bone at the television screen with a wink at him. “Talton, do you recall meeting Mrs. Erik Seamus inside the gun range on the thirteen of July?”

“Objection,” Diane moved from the side wall with a sour frown and stopped, standing n the middle of the television screen, the prosecution table, and slightly behind the back spine of the defense lawyer without blocking the view of a pair of another eyeballs.

Talton smiled with a nod. “I sincerely believe that no red blooded healthy male would ever forget meeting,” he turned and frowned at the fake Veronica at the defense table. “Uh, Mrs. Seamus, for the rest of their life.” He pointed her with a confused brow. “Is that…”

The judge turned and frowned at Diane. “Sustained, Attorney Diane! Please continue the questioning, defense lawyer.”

The defense lawyer winked with a smile at him, “Yeah, it is. And that’s a very good answer, Talton. I’ve slapped a clear picture of Veronica’s legal gun permit onto the screen. Since you own and operate a gun too. Can you please verify, if this is a valid Florida gun permit?”

Talton turned and smiled at the television, “Yep, that’s a valid Florida gun permit for Veronica. But the lady’s extremely dangerous with a gun. The State should revoke her license for safety.” He turned and winked at the defense lawyer, chuckling for fun amusement.

Diane tossed an arm with a chuckle. “I rest my case, Your Honor!” The other law students chuckled with Diane.

The judge exhaled with a puff of annoyance, since the young defense lawyer was busy with her girly flirting, instead of her skillful lawyering. “What does that statement mean, Talton? Veronica is dangerous with a hand gun.”

Talton winked with a smile at the defense lawyer. “Well, she was inside a shooting slot, aiming her gun then fired off a single bullet. It hit the flooring of the shooting arena, instead of the target dummy. I’m from a country horse farm, ma’am. And in my opinion, the pretty girl couldn’t hit the side of a horse barn in Homestead with her gun or maybe a rock. That’s the kind of shooters we encourage to learn to dance or take up yoga, a less dangerous sporting activity, Your Honor.”

“Thank you for that personal assessment of Veronica’s gun skills, Talton,” the judge turned and jolted down a set of hand written notes with a stern face.

The defense lawyer winked with a smile at him. “Please show Exhibit 5, RCO.” The television changed into a single colorful photograph.

A blonde girl smiled into the camera. Almost her entire body was covered up in an upright white colored sheet of thin paper which was a ghostly outline of a human being with a head, two arms and two legs. Inside the right hand, the blonde girl held a hand gun. The barrel was pointing up at an opening hole the size of crab apple, where it had been blasted clean through the thin sheet of paper.

The defense lawyer thumbed back over a collar bone at the screen with a smile to him. “Talton, please look at this photograph. This is a picture of Veronica, aiming her hand gun at the target dummy. I have perfect twenty-twenty vision, seeing a perfect clean kill shot by her in the right eyeball of the paper.”

“Naw,” Talton turned and laughed at the television screen of the photography and the defense lawyer. “Veronica didn’t do the shooting that day on the thirteen of July. She had a range buddy, helping her inside the shooting slot. The range buddy made all the opening holes in the face of the target dummy,” he turned and pointed at the fake Veronica on the defense table. “She had to stop shooting her gun as dictated by the gun range policy number four. When your bullet hits the rubbing flooring, you’re disqualified from firing any more bullets against the wall or at the target dummy.”

“Why is she posing with a target dummy, if she didn’t do the facial damage?” The defense lawyer smiled at Talton.

He nodded with a smile at the defense lawyer. “For fun and entertainment, we have a photo shoot. Get it! A photo shoot booth, where any shooter can pose for a pic with their paper dummy. It’s a hoot for both the shooter and the gun range. We hang every photo on the wall for promotional advertisement. That’s all!”

The judge nodded with a stern face. “You are dismissed, Talton. Thank you for your honest revelations to the Moot Court, today.”

“Shore,” he leaned over with a smile and a whisper to the defense lawyer, pulling back with a wink and a grin.

“Shore,” she winked with a smile at him.

Talton stood and strutted from the eyewitness stand and exited the courtroom with a dinner date for the evening.

“Please, call your next witness, defense lawyer,” the judge nodded with a stern face to the defense lawyer.

The defense lawyer turned and waved a hand to the pair of courtroom officers. “The next eyewitness is coming through the doors now, Your Honor.”

The door opened.

A tall and lean elderly woman with a short head of gray hair wore an orange colored one-piece jumpsuit, rattling a set of two irons around her hand wrists and ankles bones. She slowly shuffled with difficult between a pair of two police officers for safety and assistance.

The judge stood with a sour frown from her chair, pointed the gravel at the eyewitness and wiggled her robe sleeves. “What in the universe is this, defense lawyer?”

The defense lawyer turned and smiled to the judge. “Your Honor, the defense’s next witness is currently serving jail time for embezzlement at the Seamus Life Insurance Company. I really don’t want to spoil or spill the surprise. Therefore, if it pleases the Moot Court, I would greatly appreciate it if our eyewitness could approach the witness box for her vocal testimony and my defense questioning.”

The judge shook her curls with a puff of frustration at the young set of future lawyers, sitting down into the soft chair with a sour frown, “Another highly unorthodox courtroom procedure within the Moot Court, today. Alright, it does please and makes for curiosity inside the court. Are you and Attorney Diane related by blood, by chance?”

The defense lawyer smiled, “No, Your Honor.”

The convict did not bother with the swearing-in Bible ceremony, passing the bailiff, spitting mouth salvia over the floor. She stopped and crawled into the witness box with the aid of the two police escorts who stood on each side of the witness box with a stern face.

The defense lawyer moved and stood slightly away from the witness box and the two police office, saying with a smile to the convict. “RCO, please show Exhibit 6.” The television changed into a new picture of a document. She nodded with a stern face to the new eyewitness. “Good morning! I’m the defense lawyer for Mrs. Erik Seamus, Erik’s current wife. I would appreciate it, if you would tell your version of the Erik’s life insurance policy to our Moot Court. You do not have to disclose your name or your situation, ma’am.”

The convict smirked and cleared a throat, placing the wrist irons on top of the wooden railing with a smile. “You’re a sweet girl. Thanks for being so honest and sincere. My name’s Tawana. That’s spelled…T.a.w.a.n.a, dear. I was tried, convicted, and sentenced for two years in prison. I stole money from dumb shit Erika. She’s Erik’s big sister of the Seamus family. I was the accountant at the small family business, working there for about thirty eight years or so. I was hired by Erik’s mother, Erie. Well, I didn’t love my job as an accountant. I just needed a job as an accountant. The elder Seamus couple was good to me, not asswipe Erika. She’s a mean snake, but that’s beside the point. I stole ten thousand dollars and some odd pennies. I needed the monies to pay,” she exhaled. “Whatever, that’s the past.

“The Seamus Life Insurance Company charges a paying client 346.12 dollars per month for twelve months which is a total of 4,152.44 dollars per year. Now, two folks in a family unit, that’s 8,306.88 dollars per year into the Seamus Life Insurance Company accounting general ledger accounts. The long time business has one hundred twenty two steady clients. So that’s 506,597.68 dollar per year. And that is US Federal income taxes free plus the State of Florida doesn’t require personal state income taxes.

“So, the Seamus Life Insurance Company doesn’t pay out any monies to Uncle Sam, keeping all the monies from the one hundred and twenty two clients. Now, thirty of the one hundred and twenty two clients have been paying for almost sixty years or more, mostly senior citizens. So, that’s mean a single senior citizen has paid into an individual life insurance policy 249,146.40 dollars during a human being life time. And with twenty nine-plus more senior citizens, the Seamus bank account holds roughly around 8,097,258 dollars with some cents. Except, the Seamus uses all the money to pay every one’s house mortgage, their family vacations, each child’s retirement plans, each child’s health insurance plus my tiny employee salary of sixty thousand dollars per year. I got vacation of three weeks and some lousy health insurance plan. My husband died last year around the Thanksgiving holiday. Then I found myself in financial troubles. So, I decided to skim some off the top of the money tree or in this case, the money hill.

“The monthly money format is usually a personal bank check in a total of 346.12 dollars given to Seamus Life Insurance Company or me. A long time, when Erie started the family business, her young clients would pay with cash out from their weekly payroll check at their work job. That was in the year 1960s, when the US economy was thriving. However, Erie didn’t want the cash deposited into her personal bank account, setting a separate bank account with my Christian name. Back then in the 1960s, bankers were suspicious with pockets of cash came from suspicious business owners and then it got deposited into the bank accounts. Since, the US Federal Government would investigate and might close a bank down. So, a legitimate business company would open an account in the accountant’s name, since the company was paying the accountant’s salary. I was no different.

“Over time, the young clients became older clients, switching from payment of a wad of rolled hard cash into a personal bank check. But they would write my name on the naked line, not the business company’s name. I would deposit both cash and personal check into my personal bank account. On the last day of the month, I would deposit the entire lump sum money amount into the legal business account. I handle these transactions, since 1960. That’s how I got the brilliant idea to steal the money. When I transferred and emptied my personal bank account, I didn’t record the exact dollar money amount, thus retaining some of the cash for my personal use.”

“Why did you start skimming off the money mountain, Tawana?” The defense lawyer asked.

Tawana said. “I started in January, this year. My dead husband had some unexpected financial invoices that I wasn’t aware that required immediately money payments.”

“Why did you stop skimming off the money mountain, Tawana?” The defense lawyer asked.

Tawana nodded. “It was on July thirty, six days after Erik was murdered. I was arrested by the police officer at work.”

“She murdered Erik?” Diane jabbed a finger and a sneer at Tawana.

Tawana turned and sneered at Diane. “No, bitch, I’ve known little Erik since a babe in the cradle.” She turned and smiled at Addison.

Tawana and I had met and talked before the Moot Court today inside her prison cell.

Tawana turned and said to the defense lawyer. “I was questioned along with the Seamus’ clan about Erik and about the privately owned Seamus business company. The police was focusing on the monthly check payment from Veronica Seamus for the purchase of two life insurance policies of Erik and Veronica.”

“What did the police discover about the two life insurance policies of Erik and Veronica Seamus?”

Tawana turned and stared at the rows of law students with a stern face. “At the start of a new year, all new signed and dated life insurance policies are due to Seamus Life Insurance Company along with the first monthly payment premium. Since the monthly payment premium is due on the first of each month. No exception! Erik was a good boy always delivering two separate personal bank checks on the first of each month, coming directly to me. However, January first came and went and then January second came and went. Then on January third, Erik walks into my office with one personal check and one life insurance policy. He gives me both. As I examine the single legal document, I inquire about his signed insurance policy with the monies, going directly to Veronica, if he dies.”

Diane flung her arms into the air with sour frown, jabbing a finger and a sneer at Tawana. “She lies. Erik possessed a life insurance policy for two million dollars with his wife as Veronica possessed a life insurance policy with her husband. Erika Seamus Lackus has sworn both a vocal and a written statement, Your Honor. I name her, a hostile witness. Her testimony and person needs to both be dismissed from my Moot Court, now.”

“Five points to the prosecution,” the judge smiled. “A hostile witness is person who is adverse to the particular party while questioning the witness and the witness’ testimony. However, I have a girly gut feeling that there is more to this intriguing life insurance story. Please continue, Miss Tawana, if you desire to do so for the court square.”

“Lawyers, you play your little games and your clients play for life. Jeezus!” Tawana shook the curls and stared with a sour frown at Addison, since Addison knew the rest of the true story. Tawana exhaled. “Erik cited financial difficulties to me, finger pointing at the lonely check of 346.12 dollars. He told me to use the money to pay on Veronica’s two million dollar life insurance policy. For you nice folks with dropped mouths and running nostrils, that means Erik and Veronica both signed and executed a single life insurance policy for two million bucks and directly paid to Erik, only if Veronica tragically died,” smiling.

“RCO, please show us exhibit six.” The defense lawyer said. The television changed into a picture of a personal check.

“Why would Erik do something like that?” Diane turned and frowned at the television screen.

The defense lawyer thumbed over a collar bone to the television screen at the check. “Is this the personal bank check that you received from Erik, Tawana?” Tawana turned and narrowed her eyelashes with a nod in silence. The defense lawyer said. “The check is colored in pink which is signed by Veronica Seamus for the amount of 346.12 dollars on the date of January first, this year. Therefore, Veronica wrote out a check for the monthly premium each month from January to July. Veronica gave the check to Erik. And Tawana, what did Erik do with the check?”

Tawana laughed with a nod. “On January third, when Erik handed me the check and life insurance policy, he carefully explained and sadly expressed that he didn’t have a second check for 346.12 dollars. But he understood that the insurance rider policy. A rider policy allows the client to carry the terms of the life insurance policy for no more than thirty days, without a payment premium as required by US Federal Government regulation. Erik promised that he would return by January thirty-first with a second check for me, renewing his life insurance policy plus the properly signed insurance papers.”

“Did Erik return with a second check on January thirty-first?”

Tawana shook her curls with a laugh. “I like to think that fate intervened as Erik was pouring his bleeding heart over no monies and no policy. Let me add my personal opinion here! Erik was an asshole, presenting me with a check and a life insurance policy for his married wife, only. I, too, have been around the deeply rooted Banyan trees. Usually, when one spouse pays for another’s spouse accidentally death, there’s something afoot.

“Well, I have had my say on that subject. Erika walks into my office in her usually crabby-ass mood, noting that Erik is there. She snaps at him for being late with the monthly check premium. Since, Erika had requested both policies and both checks during the holiday events. Erika snatches the single life insurance policy from my hand, before I could react then reads it. She inquires about the second life insurance policy of Erik’s. He forgot it, leaving at his house. And he would stop by with the signed insurance form, tomorrow.

“Erika yells at him some more, explaining that she needed all the policies for mailing to the underwriters, now. Erika turns to me, ordering that I print out a blank copy for Erik to sign immediately. I obey her shit ass instructions. Then Erik signs a new life insurance policy form, guaranteeing that Veronica will get two million dollars, if he dies.”

“Your Honor, what’s the wasted point of my wasted time with her?” Diane jabbed a finger and a sour frown at Tawana.

The defense lawyer smiled at Tawana. “I have a very good point,” she turned and smiled at the judge. “Please be patient a little longer, Your Honor. Tawana has more of her life insurance story for us, here.”

“Precede, defense lawyer,” the judge waved a hand with a sour frown.

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at the eyewitness. “Please continue, Tawana.”

Tawana nodded with a stern face to the defense lawyer. “Then Erika asks for the two premium payment checks, since she’s going to the bank. Erik can write the name of the business company on both his personal checks. So, Erika just needed a bank deposit slip to record them into the business bank account. Poor Erik frowns about to tattle-tale on his person to his asswipe sister, when I display a twenty dollar bill in my hand for a visual show. I lie to Erika, tattling that Erik gave me cash for one of the life insurance policies, while I smile at Erik. Erik smiles back at me, winking an eye for our shared secret.”

The judge parted her lips. “Erik lied. Then I assumed that Erik never kept good on the promise of the 346.12 check for his two million dollars life insurance policy.”

Tawana turned and winked at the judge. “You’re a smart judge. I wished that you had resided over my case, Your Honor,” exhaling.

The judge said. “What happened to the signed life insurance policy by Erik? And I thought both parties had to sign the life insurance policies for it to be valid. Can you explain that to the Moot Court?”

Tawana turned and nodded to the law students. “Yes, Your Honor, first, a life insurance policy is over the life of the living person. You can buy a life insurance policy, sign it, provide a lump sum premium, and then execute the policy by assigning a benefactor. Erik signed and provided a benefactor Mrs. Erik Seamus. However, Erik’s life insurance policy wasn’t activated or executed until the recorded payment of monies. And to complicate the issue, this is a new year and a new policy. Technically, Erika was wrong to make Erik sign a policy, without collecting and verifying a money payment. And Erik was incorrect about the insurance rider policy which had expired on December thirty-first with the old policy. Therefore, Erik Seamus did not possess any executed life insurance policy of two million dollars to be given upon his death to Mrs. Veronica Seamus.”

Diane shook her curls with a sour frown at Tawana. “I totally disagree. I’m a lawyer too. Erik signed a legal document without Veronica’s signature, but he made her the life insurance policy’s benefactor. Money or not, there’s a signed life insurance policy for two million dollars, going to Veronica upon Erik’s untimely death. That’s the point of law, making the law pay for stuff, without bringing into the game more fighting lawyers.”

“Good argument, Attorney Diane. However, Tawana has more to share with us,” the defense lawyer nodded with a smirk to Tawana.

Tawana nodded with a smile at Diane. “Yeah, I do, Attorney Diane. Erik tricked his sister. Erik has no policy on his person. Erik gave no money for his signed worthless life insurance policy, since he provided only one check for Veronica’s policy. Then I can into the pic, the money pic. My money situation was bad right after my husband passed. I couldn’t pay my bills. Whatever!

“Erik leaves my office happy. He has a life insurance policy on Veronica, not him for some strange reason. I go and record the 346.12 dollars in the check format inside my money accounting general ledger, when I notice the pay to the order of line is stark naked. There isn’t a name, a business, or nothing. I guessed that Erik was in a hurry this morning, making Veronica leave the check blank. Erik was bossy like that. Hell, I only met Erik in person, once per month. He was a snake like his sister and he was mean and grouchy all the time like a corn cod stuck up his butthole.” She laughed. “Then I did. I wrote my name in the naked line. Then I went to the bank and deposited the check into the bank account set up in my name for the Seamus Life Insurance Company. That month, every check that I received with my name on the pay to order line, I deposited it like always. At the end of the month, I sent an electronic transfer balance that was short by one thousand and some odd cents. The bank automatically sent me the extra monies in one single check format. I turned around and deposited that little check into my personal bank account. I collected and cleared ten thousand dollars between January and July for my sins. I guess,” exhaling.

The judge frowned. “I’m still confused, Miss Tawana. You skimmed money which didn’t belong to you, but the life insurance policy holders still were covered under the terms of the signed and executed policy. Is that not correct?”

Tawana turned and smiled at the judge. “You’re a smart judge. That’s correct, except I skimmed one thousand dollars from the kitty money pot. Therefore, I had to identify which life insurance policy holders were delinquent on their personal life insurance policy to the Underwriter’s Group. The names presented were Veronica Seamus, Erika Seamus Lackus, and me, each and every damn month. That bitch made me buy my own insurance policy at a slightly reduced rate, so the family could get my money to go on their lavish vacations, purchase their new cars, and other their fun shitty stuff.”

The judge smiled with a nod. “That was very clever of you, Tawana! Wrong, but clever! What about Erik’s policy, containing a missing check payment?”

Tawana laughed. “The Underwriter’s Group trashed it and chalked it up to Erika’s incompetence as an insurance agent. The big company is an international global business venture. The main office is headquartered in London, England, handling billions of claims, making trillions of dollars. The Seamus Life Insurance Company is a single floating turd inside their big old shit tank.”

The judge nodded with a grin. “Miss Tawana, I do take credit for being smart here. Defense lawyer, I am still confused. Erik has no life insurance policy, basically from his neglect. But Veronica’s policy was signed, dated, submitted, and recorded by her insurance company, the Seamus Life Insurance Company. Why is Miss Tawana’s testimony important and related to Erik’s murder case?”

Tawana frowned. “Because I stole the 346.12 check and converted into the cash and then I reported Veronica’s life insurance policy delinquent, the Underwriter’s didn’t bother to record a valid policy. Therefore Erik or Veronica had an existing and valid life insurance policy for two million dollars anywhere on damn planet Earth unless Erik worked with a second life insurance company separate from his family’s.”

“Not true,” Diane stomped her designer shoe with a sour frown, staring at Tawana.

Tawana turned and sneered at Diane. “Yeah true, bitch, I guess that I picked the wrong policy holder. That’s how I was discovered. When the police detectives were asking about Erik’s and Veronica’s life insurance monies, they accidentally discovered the cashed checks with my Christian name. Then, the smart bank auditors figured out what I had done. I was arrested for embezzling.”

“Have you returned all the monies back into Erika and Seamus Life Insurance Company?” The judge asked.

Tawana lifted and rattled the iron chains with a sour frown. “Erika didn’t have to press embezzlement charges against me. I talked with her in private, offering to pay back what I hadn’t spent. But she’s an asswipe, not listening to reason. And she was very upset with Erik’s death. I don’t know. But there was something else afoot with the Seamus Life Insurance Company.”

“Can you clarify?” The judge frowned.

“Your Honor, this isn’t the part or the plan of the selected murder case that I presented for discussion at this Moot Court,” Diane turned and frowned at the nose profile of the judge.

The judge turned and smiled at Diane, “You’re correct, Attorney Diane. Since we are here today in Moot Court, I believe with both in my heart and soul that we shall listen to Miss Tawana’s story. Maybe, there is some additional testimony this court of law wishes to evaluate outside the confines of the Seamus murder case. Please go ahead, Miss Tawana.”

Tawana turned and sighed to the law students. “Well, I don’t have hard copies of documents or vocal tape recordings on a cell phone. But the Seamus Life Insurance Company was losing money. Their clients were older, dying off. No more monthly premiums to build the kitty pot. And the company had to pay out half the monies from their clients’ life insurance policies to the deceased clients, while the Underwriters’ Group paid the other half. Please don’t get me wrong! The Seamus Life Insurance Company is a legitimate business entity. During my employment of forty years, they paid me a salary and paid all their outstanding business invoices. Until last year, Erik was a bank investment officer, a lousy bank investment officer. He was given a portion of the kitty pot to invest, building a brighter and bigger financial portfolio for the Seamus’ family retirement early. Then, the entire clan would on an island in the Bahamas. I guess. I didn’t see the money financial reports, being only the recording accountant.

“But I overheard Erika, whining about Erik losing sixty percent of the business bank account with a really poor stock market investment at the bank, making the Seamus business almost bankrupt. Then I heard Erika, plotting to borrow money from the local bank, using every family member’s residential house as the loan asset collateral, replenishing the lost monies. And finally, I heard Erika, explaining everything was going to be fine and dandy. The family was going to retire early, since Erik had stumbled upon a new investment plan, paying out millions upon millions of dollars. I mean that’s all hot sizzling gossip. But, something was about to happen inside the Seamus Life Insurance Company.” She turned and frowned to the judge.

The judge nodded with a stern face. “Miss Tawana, thank you for sharing that hot sizzling information. You have been very helpful. I appreciate your time, coming to us. And I plan to discuss your case with the Seamus Life Insurance Company. I can’t promise anything. But I will talk with them. And then, I will talk with you. How’s that, Miss Tawana?” She smiled.

Tawana nodded with a smile. “Thanks, Your Honor, you’re very nice to aid me.”

“You are excused, Miss Tawana,” the judge nodded with a smile.

Tawana stood from the eyewitness box and exited the courtroom with her two police escorts.

The judge exhaled with a stern face. “Please call your next witness, defense lawyer.”

The defense lawyer said. “Your Honor, I would like to take this time, presenting and reviewing the unsorted and solved issues of the Seamus murder case so far with your permission.”

“Why?” The judge frowned at the defense lawyer.

“Why?” Diane frowned at the back spine of the defense lawyer.

“Your Honor, this is a Moot Court, a training and learning tool for us,” she thumbed over a collar bone to the law students with a smile and a nod. “I must admit. This is a complicated murder case. I would like to summary, so far. I do believe that some of the prosecution valid points have turned into quicksand, drowning the Moot team mates of the Miami-Dade University School of Law.”

The Northern Florida University School of Law students sounded with a series of claps and whistles.

The judge smiled with a nod. “That’s an excellent point! You may highlight your unsorted and solved issues presented by the prosecution. Please begin, defense Moot team!”

The defense lawyer turned and moved, sitting at the defense table, looking down with a stern face to see the note cards. “I will start and state with the conclusion from the last key witness for the defense of Mrs. Seamus. Veronica was not getting and going to be paid the two million dollars from a life insurance policy for the death accidentally or purposefully from her husband Erik Seamus. The monthly checked toted and tarried by Erik to his sister’s company was applied to Veronica’s two million dollar life insurance policy per Erik’s verbal instructions. Plus, the business accountant recorded the check into Veronica’s life insurance policy, since Erik promised to write a second check later in the month of January this year for his personal life insurance policy. Thus, a two million dollar life insurance policy of Erik has magically vanished like a puff of smoke.

“Veronica wasn’t getting and going to receive any of Erik’s property or monetary estate items from his death, based on verbal testimony from Erik’s lawyer. And Veronica willingly signed a pre-nuptial marriage agreement. Before the marriage, the legal document stated if the marriage was dissolved, then she received nothing but her car, clothing, and cash accounts from her maiden single bachelorette days. Thus, the new Last Will and Testimony of Erik Seamus magically appeared seven weeks, before his murder date like a puff of smoke.

“And this court of law learned that Erik had drafted and signed a divorce decree from Veronica, seven weeks before his murder. He didn’t execute the legal procedure at the Miami-Dade courthouse, until the day before the fourth of July holiday weekend. In performing that asinine silly move, Erik actually delayed the decree by seven working days or more, because every American citizen takes off on our great Nation’s birthday. And I would like to point out that Erik never told Veronica that he wanted a divorce, at least not in person based on the police detective’s questioning on the night of Erik’s murder.”

“Objection, Your Honor.” Diane stood in the middle of the floor and yelled with a sour frown.

“Why, Attorney Diane?” The judge frowned.

Diane tossed a hand in the air and the slapped her heart with a sour frown and a nod. “Clearly, Erik hated his wife. Or he would not have drawn up the big D-papers, my first argument. My second argument, once Juan, the neighbor-lover testifies, the courtroom will learn of Erik’s martial suspicion and non-love for Veronica’s too sexy acts in the glossy photos outside the pool plus inside the master bedroom with another married man.”

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at the nose profile of Diane. “The defense team determined that the spouse swapping letter was a forged signature and the wrong birth date of Veronica, Attorney Diane.”

Diane shook her curls with a sour frown to the defense lawyer. “And upon learning of the wrong date of birth on the letter of Veronica, the prosecution argues that the secretary of Spouse Swapping Club could be a stupid dumb shit that typed the wrong set of calendar date numbers in the computer or needs some prescription eyeglasses or can’t hear very well for some clinical reason.”

The judge smiled, “A very valid point, Attorney Diane, I award five points to the prosecution.”

“And the forged hand writing?” the defense lawyer frowned at Diane.

Diane nodded with a smirk to the defense lawyer. “Everyone has a bad hair or a hand writing day, everyone. Veronica could’ve hurt her writing hand, making a dinner plate, but she doesn’t cook. So maybe, she was driving her cute popular brand foreign sports car with a right hand for shifting gears, using a manual stick transmission and then sprang her pinky finger, since she doesn’t own an automatic. Or she was picking up a basket of seashells by the seashore with a right set of manicured baby blue painted fingernails, getting two finger tips sliced by an attacking seashell,” giggling.

The judge nodded with a smile to Diane. “Five points to the prosecution. Another very good valid point, Attorney Diane. I do believe that both neighbor lover Juan and the secretary need to be interviewed immediately, before this cold-blooded first degree murder case comes to trial.”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Diane turned and winked at Addison.

The defense lawyer turned and stared at the nose profile of RCO. “Please show Exhibit 7.” She stood and spun around with a stern face to see the law students. “This is gross and gruesome, the dead body of Erik. If you don’t want to see it, you might wanna leave like now.” the law students did not move. The television screen changed and showed a close-up photography of the dead Erik. She turned and encircled the blue colored laser pen around a bloody hole of the missing eyeball. “The right eyeball is missing from the eye socket. Erik was shot with three rounds of 9mm bullets, creating that crater inside his face. The three bullets killed him, almost instantly. Veronica holds a valid gun permit for her personal hand pistol in pink. But the Thrill Kill Gun range master, who was our gun eyewitness that offered his personal testimony. He said that Veronica couldn’t hit the side of a horse barn inside the small rural city of Homestead. As a matter of fact upon visiting for the first time the gun range, Veronica killed the rubber flooring via the camera angle from the closely monitored facility and was asked to stop shooting, before damaging more invisible palmetto bugs while shitting on the rubber mat. And her personal pink pistol,” she smiled. “Do you like my letter P sounds?”

Diane turned and frowned at the nose profile of the defense lawyer, “Your Honor?”

The judge smiled, “Negative five points to the defense.”

The defense lawyer said with a stern face. “Veronica’s personal registered hand gun was neatly stored inside the guest bedroom wardrobe closet, unloaded at her private home in Coral Gables. Thus, the murder weapon of Erik has magically vanished like a puff of smoke. Please show Exhibit eight.” The television screen changed and showed a driver’s license with the picture of Veronica Seamus. The defense lawyer encircles the document with blue colored laser pen on the television screen. “This is Veronica’s valid Florida driver’s license. The defense argues. Veronica wasn’t having a sorted love affair or performing multiply sex acts with her next door neighbor Juan. The spouse swapping letter, a valid legal document between the Fucker and Fuckee, doesn’t contain her original hand written signature and her correct birth date.” She buzzed the laser pen at one spot on the screen. “Veronica’s birth date is 11.16.1986 which is clearly shown on the state of Florida DMV issued driver’s license for all eardrums and eyeballs of the court square to see and experience. Thus, the spouse swapping letter has magically appeared like a puff of smoke.”

Diane turned and frowned at the judge, “Objection, Your Honor! Juan will be…”

“Okay.” The judge nodded. “We just covered that hot sizzling sexy topic. Please, move to the statement, defense lawyer.”

The defense lawyer turned and frowned at the back spine of Diane. “Please show Exhibit 9.” The television changed and showed a new white colored document. The defense lawyer looked down and read from her note cards. “Mrs. Echemendia, she is Veronica’s city street neighbor who lives across the street on the opposite side of the house. Mrs. Echemendia saw a dash of a distress damsel in an ankle-length satin wedding gown. The damsel was wearing a crowning floor-length veil flying like a birdie in the blue sky, galloping in her high heels with blonde fluttering long hair. The tall girl was escaping directly from the double front doors of the Seamus house, while Mrs. Echemendia was sipping on coffee inside her deep dark kitchen window. The white damsel exited the front door in a rush, sliding like a professional baseball player into an unlocked car and then dove into the driver’s seat of a very popular foreign model black sports car. Veronica, her selfie…”

“I hate that word.” Diane frowned at the television screen, reading the same words as the defense lawyer.

The defense lawyer continued to read her note cards. “Veronica owns the same make and model foreign sports car in the color of black, to boot. The Coral Gables police crime unit and FBI crime lab retrieved and examined every physical cloth of white and other assorted colors inside the Photo Shop, a modeling agency owned by the newly deceased and cold-blooded murdered Felix Lightsey. The prosecution claims that Veronica murdered Erik at 5:58 pm, watching and waiting like a spider inside their residential home. Then Veronica shot and killed Erik and then swept around on a pair of high heels in an ankle-length wedding gown plus a covered facial veil from Erik’s dining room space into the foyer space and then outside on Erik’s front porch. And then she scooted her booted into her sports car.

“She drove away faster than a hummingbird. Since, every human on the planet knows that a hummingbird possesses the fastest set of wings in Mother Nature’s aviation world.” She looked up with a stern face and encircled the blue laser pen at the document. “South Florida ladies and gentlemen, the crime laboratory results are outlined on the television screen. Please turn a naked eye here. I will read aloud the single lab result. Negative. The word means that a zero dot of Erik’s blood type was found on a single sliver of white or colored fabric modeling apparel inside the Photo Shop, which was owned by the newly decreased and murdered Felix Lightsey. And no individual has uncovered that blood stained white wedding gown with a matching white veil on planet Earth. Thus, the wedding dress has magically vanished like a puff of smoke.” She turned and smiled with a nod to the judge.

The judge turned and frowned at Diane. “Attorney Diane, I am very confused about a single solo motive of Erik’s murder from the accused murderess Veronica. Motive is not an element of a murder crime but it is usually coupled with intent plus a murder weapon. I am seeing and hearing none of these first degree murder traits within this Moot Court, today. Motive, in criminal law, is the single cause, moving Veronica to induce a certain vicious action like an emotion to kill for love, but not here, darling! A desire to kill for money, not there either, babe! Or an impulse to kill for…” she frowned. “Do you want to fill in the blank for me, Attorney Diane?”

Diane exhaled. “Your Honor, the motion here is a physical action that causes the trigger of a hand gun to be pulled by force of passionate angry. Veronica possessed and trained with the exact same model hand gun that was used to kill Erik, when she confronted Erik about the will, the divorce, and the letter with her violent rage. Then she committed a vicious act of passionate crime, murder. Therefore, Veronica’s motive and intent occurred exactly all at the same time, performing and executing the act of a cold-blood murder crime.”

The judge smiled. “A logical conclusion of passionate rage, the prosecution must showcase. Veronica had the murdering knowledge that she was committing a crime.”

Diane smiled, “A general intent crime without a true motive and definitely a misplaced murder weapon, Your Honor.”

The judge nodded. “Be very careful, Attorney Diane! A judge in a real court of law differs between motive and intent in various ways. The first being, intent requires presentation of evidence, which the prosecution is seriously lacking in hard documentation. While the motive can be present without a weapon or mostly circumstantial like DNA finger prints or human body blood dots, a judge will not convict an accused murderess based on intent, only.”

“Yes, Your Honor,” Diane nodded with a stern face.

The judge nodded. “Please call your next witness, defense lawyer.”

The defense lawyer said with a smile and a nod. “I call Mrs. Veronica Seamus to the stand, Your Honor.”

“Objection, Your Honor.” Diane turned and frowned at the young blonde headed attorney on the defense table. “She isn’t the real the Veronica Seamus, Your Honor. All her wise-crack statements would be muddy rain water, after the rainstorm. I fully object and suggest that the fake girl also leave the defense table also.”

“This is a learning environment for a group of eager law students, Attorney Diane,” the judge smiled with a nod.

“Judge Julia, our client here, the fake Mrs. Veronica Seamus has read and reviewed all the written statements from the accused which has been graciously provided by the business manager of the Miami-Dade University School of Law for this Moot Court, today. I mean, this is a competition. The best Moot team wins the legal show, the bragging rights, and the case of beer.” She turned and winked at Diane.

The judge nodded with a smile. “Sustained. No. Yes. I have answered all the posed questions. Please take the witness stand, Mrs. Veronica Seamus.”

The bailiff moved from the side wall and stood in the middle of the court square with a stern face.

The fake Veronica stood from the chair, scooting from the table, advancing to the bailiff, carrying her paper notebook with the true defendant answers and stopped, standing in front of the bailiff and lifted a palm in the air.

The bailiff turned and frowned at the judge regarding the swearing-in a young college study into the Moot Court. The judge motioned with a hand wave and a nod to the swearing-in procedure. He nodded to the judge in silence and turned to see the young college student with a stern face. “Do you swear to tell the truth?”

The fake Veronica giggled with a nod. “Yeah, I swear to tell the truth.”

The bailiff removed the Bible from her hand and back stepped into the side wall with a stern face, watching the court square action.

The fake Veronica swirled around and moved to the eyewitness box with a giggle, sitting inside the hard chair with a smile. “Attorney Diane, I also have all the written statements with me inside my notebook, providing a set of more authentic accurate answers for the legal eyewitness questions.”

The defense lawyer smiled at the fake Veronica. “Why are the finger prints of Attorney Diane on your personal emerald jewelry pieces, Mrs. Veronica Seamus?”

“What?” Diane tossed her arms in the air with a confused brow.

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at Diane. “I will repeat for clarity. Why are eight of your ten finger pads hand printed all over the emerald stone gems of Mrs. Veronica Seamus’ personal jewelry?”

“Looking,” the fake Veronica looked down with a stern face and flipped through the pages of the scripted notebook for a correct response.

I looked up with a smile to see the judge. “Judge Julia, I would like to volunteer my services as a court mediator so to speak. I have some of the answers that the Moot defense team captain is seeking. Since, their client is only a fake Veronica. And, my court mediator role will not influence the Moot team but simply add to the drama of a real courtroom murder case.”

“Good idea, Mediator Addison,” the judge nodded with a smile to Addison.

Diane stomped to the judge’s bench, tossing both her hands in the air with a sour frown. “I object! She’s a law student who doesn’t have a law degree from a law university. You can’t promote her to court mediator, too, without a cow lick of law experience.”

I moved from the prosecution table and stopped, standing beside Diane with a nod and a smile to the judge. “But I do know the Erik Seamus murder case as the arresting and investigating police detective.”

The judge nodded with a smile. “Good point, Mediator Addison. Attorney Diane, you are first chair on the Moot prosecution team. Need I remind? Your Moot team is losing this play competition. They could use a seasoned lawyer to win the hand and the case of beer.”

Diane turned and frowned at the poorly selected law students, “Fine.” She moved and sat at the table as first chair of the prosecution team.

I back stepped between the prosecution and defense tables, standing in place, saying with a stern face, “Your Honor, after the discovery of a newly deceased Erik Seamus plus a newly deceased and murdered Felix Lightsey, almost ninety eight percent of Veronica Seamus real gem stone jewelry was found on the floor board of her personal sports car which had been parked at the modeling studio. I am currently the investigating police detective on this murder case. And I was there and ordered the arrest of Veronica Seamus for murder one for both dead bodies. The gem stones were collected and dusted by the FBI criminal laboratory personnel for any finger prints. Attorney Diane was required to provide her ten finger pads for this criminal investigation and documentation, when she joined the Miami-Dade University School of Law which was sponsored by the Moot Court board, a formality. But lo and behold, eight of her ten finger pads matched all the dusted finger prints on the emerald jewelry gem stones. And I am asking the question now. Why, Diane?” I turned and stared at the nose profile of Diane.

Diane looked down with a smirk to see the loose papers on the table surface and Addison. “I was friends with the married couple of Erik and Veronica Seamus. We attended formal dinner and dance social functions throughout Miami, since Erik was a banker. I was a lawyer. And Veronica allowed me the usage of her beautiful collection of gem stones as a good friend. I on one special occasion selected the emerald gems, a necklace, a pair of earrings, a dinner ring, and a bracelet. Since I worn the items and then of course, my finger prints would have be planted and dusted on each gem stone. Am I correct, Detective Addison? You have found my hand prints on each jewelry piece,” nodding.

I turned and nodded to the judge. “Diane is very correct. Her hand prints are presented only on the emerald gem stones within the entire jewelry collection of Veronica Seamus. And she was a friend of Veronica known from her high school classmate Erik Seamus. And they both attended and graduated from Venus High School in Venus, Florida, celebrating a ten year class reunion on the first of June with a paddle boat ride on the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway. On the second of June, they celebrated with a class reunion picnic on Venus Beach. And they both traveled back to their homes here in Coral Gables the next day. On the seventh of June, both couples attended the Tiara Ball in downtown Miami. On the eighth of June, they both attended the Charity Hospital Gala in Kendall. On the ninth of June, they both joined the Spouse Swapping Club, toting from the business office a single letter. Please, show the court square slide one.” The television screen changed and showed the spouse swapping club letter. I stole and encircled the green colored laser pen around the letter. “Please note the signature line…”

Diane looked at the television and stood with a sour frown. “Objection, Your Honor.”

The judge frowned at the television screen, “Sustained, Attorney Diane. I will allow Mediator Addison to present her arguments to this court square. I am most intrigued that you just happen to be friends with Erik and Veronica Seamus. And you just happen not mention that particular friendship to me while selecting Veronica’s murder case as a factious trial in your Moot Court inside my courtroom, now.”

I encircled the laser pen on the letter on the television screen with a stern face. “Please note the signature of Veronica Seamus. It is a swigging line on the screen. There is clearly the capital letter V and then an up and down snaky line, representing the rest of her name. Please show, slide two.” The television split in half, showing the letter from Veronica on the left side and the letter from Erik on the right side. I encircled the green colored laser pen at the new picture. “The new letter belongs to Erik. The owner Ollie Bellow had verified the office date of June third and the date of birth of Erik is February 10, 1986. Veronica’s supposedly letter has the same office date of June third but the wrong birth day of May 23, 1986. However, the birth date of May 23, 1986 does match exactly the birth date of Diane Lopez, who was born at Venus Memorial Hospital in Venus, Florida. Please show us, slide three.” The television split and changed, showing the letter of Erik on the left and the Florida driver’s license of Diane on the right side.

Diane stood with a sour frown and a matching tone. “Your Honor, I am highly insulted with this silly ass game.”

“And I am not. Please sit down, Attorney Diane,” the judge frowned at the television screen.

I nodded with a stern face at the television screen. “You can see clearly that the two birth days match May 23, 1986. And Attorney Diane visited the Spouse Swapping Club on June third, toting away a letter for her sexual usage. And she signed the registration log book as a new member under the Spouse Swapping Club regulations. And Erik Seamus signed the same registration log book as a new member, however he toted away one letter, not two. A single letter tattle tailed his visit date and his birthday, while there was not found a letter for Mrs. Seamus, his wife Veronica. And the owner Ollie Bellow required all visitors and members to sign into the club log book, each and every time, they came into the club for legal purposes. Veronica’s name in not written, printed, glued, or taped inside that club book within the months of June, July, or August of this year or last year either.”

“Doctored,” Diane sat with a smile, staring at the television screen.

“Sustained, Attorney Diane,” the judge frowned at the television screen.

“Therefore, I conclude that this letter belongs to Attorney Diane, not Veronica.” I turned and buzzed the green laser pen at the nose profile of Diane.

Diane turned and slapped the green light from her face with a sour tone. “Possum poo-guts, Addison, there could be another new person, who visited the Spouse Swapping Club on June third with my exact birthday, too.”

I turned and smiled at the judge. “Mr. Bellow explained a few minutes ago that each serial number is unique that was located on the bottom left side of the letter for that very reason, Attorney Diane. Since the number is composed of the visit date, the birthday, and the time of birth, if another interested party eagerly joined the Spouse Swapping Club on the same calendar day.”

The judge turned and frowned at Diane, “Do you want to confess to the court, today, Attorney Diane? One, you are a member of the Spouse Swapping Club. And two, you have the original letter that matches the exact same displayed format.” Diane sat at the table, staring down with a sour frown at the wooden surface. The judge nodded. “Please continue, Mediator Addison.”

I said. “Please show us, slide four.”

“How many slides are there, Addison? I ain’t got all day.” Diane turned and sneered at the nose profile of Addison.

The judge turned and smirked at the hair roots of Diane. “I have all day for this Moot Court, Attorney Diane. In which, I was asked to service for your factiously but in real murder case of Erik Seamus.”

I encircled the green colored laser pen around the document with a stern face. “This is Juan’s letter and his DMV Florida driver’s license. It would seem that the eight birthday digits matched July 1, 1968. Therefore, this is the letter that was issued by the Spouse Swapping Club for Juan. Please show us, slide five, RCO.” The television screen was mounted inside the jury box, splitting into three screens of white colored papers. Each paper was a letter. On the top line was hand printed a date and a time in the same color of a blue ink pen. I pressed a button and entitled each letter over the top. “I have entitled each letter, starting with the extreme left of the screen for all eyeballs. This is Veronica’s letter which I have labeled with the name, Veronica.”

“Your Honor,” Diane sat and frowned at the television screen.

The judge studied the television screen, “Sustained. Continue, Mediator Addison.”

“The second letter is named Erik. And the third letter is named Juan. Based on testimony from Mr. Bellow, this letter was given to the Fucker, coming from the Fuckee with both a verbal and a written consensual fucking sex action. Correct, Your Honor?”

“Correct,” the judge nodded at the television screen.

“The Veronica letter came from Juan, who was the Fucker, who fucked Veronica on June ninth at 12:30 p.m. that was shown in hand printed blue ink pen. The Erik letter came from Erik’s work briefcase which was found inside his personal automobile on his death day of July twenty fourth, since the letter contained his visit day and his birthday. This is the original letter that was toted from the Spouse Swapping Club on June ninth along with the visual proof of different dates and times that are hand written in various colored ink pens from blue to red to black. Therefore, Erik had retained his original letter as both the Fucker and Fuckee.” I pause. “I think not.”

“Your Honor,” Diane sat and shook her curls, staring at the television screen.

“Sustained, Attorney Diane. Continue, Mediator Addison,” the judge studied the television screen.

I encircled the green colored laser pen on Erik’s letter. “I do believe that Erik was fucking the Fuckee while keeping a record of the number of fucks on the letter, marking down all the calendar dates and times in various colored ink pens that was required by the Spouse Swapping Club regulations. Please note, Erik first consensual fuck of a Fuckee was on June ninth at 12:56 pm which was shown in blue ink pen.”

“Your Honor,” Diane stared with a sour frown down at the table surface.

“Sustained, Attorney Diane! Please continue, Mediator Addison,” the judge stared at the screen.

I said. “Juan’s letter seemed to be an original letter also, since his hand written dates and times came in various assorted two colors of blue or black like Erik’s. And Juan’s first recorded consensual fuck of a Fuckee was on June ninth at 12:30 p.m. which was shown in blue ink. What a coincidental that all three letters have the same date and same hour? And that Juan is the next door neighbor of Erik and Veronica Seamus. Based on the diary-sized day plan calendar of Erik Seamus, a calendar of social events and work functions where he kept his day and night organized. On June ninth, he entertained lunch at noon time with an order of five pizzas for the married couple of Diane and her husband with a swimming pool party.” I turned and smiled down at the brown colored hair roots of Diane. Diane stared with a sour frown down at the table surface.

I lifted and waved a piece of paper with a smile. “I will read a hand written statement on the event of June ninth from Veronica Seamus. Diane and her husband arrived at noon for our swimming pool lunch event. Diane wasn’t dressed in a bathing suit. She wore a dark green blouse and a khaki skirt with a pair of tan high heels along with my borrowed emerald green necklace. Since Erik had asked me, if Diane could borrow the necklace, the earrings, the bracelet, and the dinner ring on Thursday evening, Friday night, before the Tiara Ball event. I said yes. Erik told me that he would see Diane, giving her the gem stones. Then on June ninth, Erik and Diane mentioned that our neighbor Juan was a high school graduate of Venus High School in Venus, Florida, too. They left immediately at 12:02 p.m. to chat with Juan for two hours. Erik and Diane returned around two o’clock.” I looked up with a smile to see the judge.

“Jeezus, girl,” one of the law students yelled within the court galley.

“Holy shit,” another law student screamed within the court gallery.

“O my gawd,” a third law student giggled within the court gallery.

“Whore,” a fourth law student laughed within the court gallery.

“A threesome, man,” a fifth law student shouted within the court gallery.

“Busted, bitch,” a sixth law student laughed within the court gallery.

The judge stared at the hair roots of Diane. “Attorney Diane, would you like to comment for the court square?”

Diane stood and cleared a throat, without looking at the judge. “True, I joined the Spouse Swapping Club on June third. The letter is a copy of my original Spouse Swapping Club document shown on the television screen. I presented my letter to Juan, writing down the date and time when we fucked on June ninth at 12:30 pm inside his master bedroom. His wife was not present but at her work job that day and hour on June ninth. She is an emergency physician for Charity South Miami Hospital. We enjoyed each other’s company and finished. Then I had a fucking good time with Erik, using the guest bedroom of Juan at 1:00 p.m. I didn’t have a second letter to present as the Fuckee for the Fucker. So Erik used his original letter from the Spouse Swapping Club to record the date and time that was required by the Spouse Swapping Club. Then we finished. Erik and I returned back to his house. We ate a late lunch and then left for the evening.”

“Did you return the emerald jewelry that day back to Mrs. Veronica Seamus?” I asked.

Diane turned and sneered at Addison. “Yes, Erik helped me remove all the jewelry from my neck. I placed them inside in the jewelry display case and then Erik closed the glass lid. I only borrowed that particular piece of gems for that specific occasion, the Tiara Ball. That’s why my dusted DNA finger prints are on and all over the emerald gem stone jewelry. I’m innocent here.”

The judge frowned at Diane. “You should have volunteered that particular related information to the Coral Gable police department, when it was discovered that the gem stones were rolling around inside Veronica’s car. These gem stones are part of the murder investigation, Attorney Diane.”

Diane turned and frowned at the judge. “I honestly didn’t remember that I had touched the emeralds. It was one night, Your Honor.”

The judge frowned. “You’re a seasoned lawyer, Attorney Diane. And I advise that you make a statement to the Coral Gables police and the Coral Gables district attorney office before you become one of the suspects within on-going Erik Seamus murder trial.”

“Yes ma’am!” Diane sat with a stern face and a nod.

I asked. “Since, you’re tattling all the truths. Who signed your letter with the capital letter V plus the snaky wiggling line? Why didn’t you sign your letter with your name?”

“I simply forget to do that.” Diane said to the table surface, without looking at Addison. “I fucked Juan first and then fucked Erik. After Erik and I finished, Erik was in a hurry to get back to his house.”

One of the law students laughed within the court gallery. “I bet.”

“Bitch! Whore!” Another law student shouted within the court gallery.

“A threesome, man,” a third law student chuckled within the court gallery.

“Settle down in here, please!” The judge smiled at the law students.

I said. “So we can conclude that Juan forged Veronica’s name on your letter for some wicked reason.”

Diane shook her curls to the table surface. “You can’t make that assumption, Attorney Addison.”

“Why not, Attorney Diane?” I frowned down at the hair roots of Diane.

Diane looked up with a smile to see Addison. “On June ninth, Erik visited Juan, giving him a front door key to his house, while he and Veronica were off on the vacation travels during the fourth of July weekend with me and my husband. Veronica knew about the key house being given to Juan. And she knew about our advance vacation plans for the fourth of July. Erik was working out all the details. I theorize…”

I turned and smirked to the judge. “Shall we believe Attorney Diane, Your Honor? She has lied before.”

“I haven’t lied.” Diane turned and looked down with a sad face at the table surface.

I smiled. “However, Attorney Diane hasn’t be totally truthful, Your Honor.”

The judge nodded with a smile at the hair roots of Diane. “I want to hear Attorney Diane’s working theory. Go ahead!”

Diane stood with a smile and a nod to the judge. “Here goes. Juan told Erik about the Spouse Swapping Club as he and his wife were long time members. Erik told me about the Spouse Swapping Club at our ten year class reunion in Venus. I confess my marriage was stale like three old day bread. I was looking for fun in a world of dull. We agreed to try it for fun and adventure, since fucking each other isn’t illegal.”

“It is only adultery under the law of God and the Bible, even with a legal binding contract. But please continue to amuse me and the court square, Attorney Diane,” the judge exhaled.

Diane frowned. “Besides the fun time, we had. Erik instructed Juan to watch and enter their house during the vacation. Well, I believe that Juan had visited with Veronica, when she was home, after her working job. He tattled about Erik, joining the Club and invited Veronica to join his personal private Juan’s Fuck Club and then they had fucked inside her master bedroom. He did have proof the nude photographs of Veronica sun tanning. And there’s more proof, his DNA sperm clinging to her bedcovers inside her master bedroom. Juan tattled that information to the Coral Gable police, too. The FBI crime laboratory had confirmed that the sperm discharge belonged to the next door neighbor Juan. Therefore, Veronica and Juan were fucking each other, without the benefit of a letter, right underneath Erik’s nose. Juan stated in his verbal police interview, they did the wild thing at 12:30 pm, every Monday through Friday. I rest my case, Your Honor,” she nodded with a smile.

“Good theory, honey,” one of the law students shouted within the court gallery.

“Still a bitch, babe,” another law student yelled within the court gallery.

“A bitch slut,” a third law student laughed within the court gallery.

I cut my eyelashes down to the floor with a stern face. “So Juan asked Veronica to join his private fuck party not signing a formal letter, but Juan forged Veronica’s name on your letter, performing a fucking sex act with Veronica inside her bedroom at twelve thirty on every afternoon, Monday through Friday. That’s a pretty good working theory, Attorney Diane.” I lifted and encircled the green colored laser pen the letter of Veronica and the letter of Juan. “The second line on both Veronica’s and Juan’s letter reads June tenth on Monday morning at 9:02 am in black ink pen. The third line read both letters June eleventh on Tuesday morning at 9:03 am. The fourth line read on both letters June twelfth on Wednesday morning at 9:02 am,” I exhaled with a puff of confusion, looking down at the hair roots of Diane. “Do you care to whack me with another working theory, regarding the two letters with the same date and time, not seeing the same time stamp of 12:30 pm, Attorney Diane?”

Diane exhaled with a puff of nervousness and stood, looking with a stern face at the judge. “I confess that I was fucking Juan at nine in the morning, too. The son of bitch was hand recording our fuck sex on the right date and time and on the right letter with the wrong signature. While the son of a bitch was fucking Veronica inside her bedroom at 12:30 pm and not recording that fucking sex act, making me look like a fool.”

I laughed. “He was so fucked up that he forgot which Fuckee, he was fucking at the time, right, Attorney Diane?”

“I’m getting horny,” one of the law students shouted within the court gallery.

“Fucking bitch,” another law student yelled within the court gallery.

“Shitty slut,” a third law student laughed within the court gallery.

“Whore, baby,” a fourth law student laughed within the court gallery.

I smiled with a nod. “Alright, I’m ready to slap this puppy to her mama’s tit for a nap, after I get an answer to this different mystery question. Erik’s letter states on the second line of June tenth on Monday early morning at 5:30 a.m. The third line on June eleventh was on Tuesday early morning at 5:29 am. The fourth line was on June twelfth on Wednesday early morning at 5:33 am and so forth.”

Diane nodded. “I was fucking Erik after Veronica went to work in the morning at five thirty that accounts for the information.”

“Jeezus,” one of the law students shouted within the court gallery.

“Royal slut,” another law student yelled within the court gallery.

“Big whore mama,” a third law student hollered within the court gallery.

Diane looked up with a stern face to see the judge. “There is no love triangle here. Only three consensual adults, fucking each other eyeballs out for a good time with a legal document, Your Honor.”

I asked. “Did your husband join the Spouse Swapping Club on June third or on any calendar date afterwards?”

Diane shook the curls with a stern face. “Not on June third, I was alone. If my husband had joined the Club, he wasn’t obligated to tell me. That’s the point of the Club secretive and…”

“…seductive. Did Veronica join the Club on June third or later in the month?” I asked.

Diane said. “I can’t answer that question. I suggest you ask her, yourself.”

I nodded with a stern face. “I did and I was testing you, Attorney Diane. Veronica didn’t know what I was fuckingly talking about, regarding the Spouse Swapping Club, the spouse swapping letter, or the nude photographs.”

The judge frowned. “You’re divorced, right, Attorney Diane?”

“Yes, ma’am! I’m very embarrassed, here, today.” Diane sat and stared with a sour frown at the table surface.

The judge sneered at the hair roots of Diane. “Think of me, I am more embarrassed. You did not mention that you knew Veronica in a social setting. And Erik was your former class mate in high school. So woman-up, Diane!”

I said. “I believe, Your Honor, that we have used and abused these poor electronic letters on the plasma screen. Veronica’s letter is really Diane’s letter, since Diane is the Fuckee, being fucked for fucking good fun by the Fucker Juan. Erik’s letter represents Erik as Fucker, being fucked by Diane as named the Fuckee. And Juan’s letter is Fucker Juan, playing with Fuckee Diane. Juan is not a murder suspect in the killing of Erik Seamus on July twenty fourth. But I can announce to Moot Court. Juan got really nervous when he found out that Erik was murdered inside his private home. He voluntarily submitted all information not truthfully but cooperated with the Coral Gables police, especially when the Coral Gables police detectives started to unravel the mystery with the inconsistent data…”

“You knew?” Diane turned and sneered at Addison. “All this time, you knew the real truth about the letters, Juan, Erik, and me.”

I smiled at Diane. “We had a working theory, Attorney Diane. And today, in Moot Court, we have unraveled and unrolled the wedding runner to the altar for the bride. Veronica has charged Juan with illegally trespassing on her private property without her permission, since Erik is dead. Juan has offered monetary restitute which will be quickly resolved privately between the two parties, since Erik give Juan the key to the house during their vacation absence. But Juan used and abused his privilege. The Coral Gables police are not filing any charges against Juan. But Juan’s wife is filing divorce papers as we hot gossip here. And Veronica wasn’t fucking with Juan, figuratively or literally. And she didn’t participate in or knew any facts of the Spouse Swapping Club. The end.”

The judge said. “Let me state very clearly within this Moot Court. Diane is not a suspect in Erik’s murder and is not going to be charged with any murderous crime. She was enjoying an old trade…I mean…trend,” giggling. “And Juan is cleared as a murder suspect, since he has an alibi, working inside the emergency room that night,” exhaling. “We have deviated from the topic of cross-examining the fake murder suspect. Defense lawyer, you’re on, now!”

The defense lawyer stood with a smile and a grin from the prosecution table. “Please show, slide seven.” The television screen changed and split into two documents. She encircled the blue colored laser pen at the yellow box with a name. “You have seen these two legal documents before. The one on the left is Erik’s Will. The right side is Erik’s divorce decree. The highlighted box shows and reads with a name Diane Prensess, esquire,” she looked at the fake Veronica. “Do you know a Diane Prensess, esquire, Mrs. Veronica Seamus?”

“Looking,” the fake Veronica looked down with a stern face and flipped through the pages, sitting inside the witness box.

I smiled down at the hair roots of Diane. “The Spouse Swapping Club was not the only fucking topic of discussion on the night of Erik’s high school class reunion, right, Diane?”

“What?” Diane looked up with a confused brow to see Addison.

I said. “Erik’s long-time buddy and former classmate Drayton Kalmuth had testified to us. I will remind. Inside Erik’s Last Will and Testimony, Veronica received no part of his estate. The house, the land, the furniture, the car, the swimming pool, the gazebo, and the bank account go to his biological sister, in case of accidental death. Since, Veronica had signed a pre-nuptial wedding agreement, before they were married three years ago. To understand my full fairy tale, I want to inform the Moot Court that Diane offered her services to consult on the Erik Seamus murder case. We all have learned the prime reason. I’m a police detective during the daytime hours, since I require a paying job to pay my mortgage, my electricity, my water, and my other shit bills. I allowed Diane, under the supervisor of Coral Gables district attorney Mercedes, to assist with the Erik Seamus murder investigation. Diane had volunteered to interview Erik’s legal lawyer as a Will and Estate Attorney which was perfectly logical. Both Erik’s Last Will and Testimony and divorce decree papers are witnessed by a Diane Prensess, esquire, on the date of June third. And I want to remind the Moot Court that Veronica received no estate property or monies from his divorce or his death. Diane, acting as an agent of the Coral Gables district attorney, was sent to interview and to retrieve Erik’s Last Will and Testimony.

“Diane informed me and presented no legal documents that Veronica was not in Erik’s Will. And Erik had filed D-papers with the same attorney Drayton Kalmuth. However, I do find it interesting that the formerly married Diane Prensess is the current single available Diane Lopez, the business manager for the Miami-Dade University School of Law Moot Court.” I turned and smiled to the judge.

The judge gasped. “I take the big subtle hint here. Attorney Diane didn’t happen to mention that she was the former Mrs. Prensess and the former classmate of the Erik’s lawyer Drayton Kalmuth.”

“No, Your Honor!” I shook the curls with a sour frown to the judge.

“I am becoming suspicious of your truthfulness, Attorney Diane,” the judge frowned.

Diane turned and smiled at the judge. “Very simple explanation, I was an attorney. Erik was not. I was a long time friend of Erik’s. Erik was a long time friend of mine. Erik was having marital problems. I was having marital problems. He created a new Last Will and Testimony in my office on the date of June third. I was the eyewitness. We journeyed to see Drayton Kalmuth for an impromptu meeting to set up an appointment and discuss divorce proceedings. There, Erik requested and filled out the paperwork for a divorce from his wife. I eyewitnessed the paper work, since someone other than the lawyer…”

“Or a secretary of a lawyer, who performs that function all the time for divorcing folks.” I said.

Diane exhaled. “Once again, there is no love triangle here. There are only two people who fell out of love with their spouses and then fell into love with each other. Erik was in the processing of divorcing his wife. And I had drawn up my own divorce papers too.”

I smirked. “Exception here, your faithfully married husband beat you to the punch line, right, Attorney Diane? He quickly and quietly processed, filed, and divorced you before your D-papers were completed, right again, Attorney Diane?”

Diane stared with a stern face at the judge. “That is all true. Is there a valid point to your tattling, Addison?”

“Just finding the truth among the lies,” I grinned with a nod to the judge.

“RCO, please roll up to slide number nine,” the defense lawyer said.

“This is a Moot Court, not a true court of law.” Diane sneered.

“Quite right! This is a learning environment for eager law students, Attorney Diane. Thank you for your shared information, Mediator Addison! Please continue, defense lawyer.” The judge exhaled with a puff of annoyance. The television screen changed and showed a single photograph. A tall female wore a brown colored ponytail, a pair of plastic protection eyeglasses, and a big smile, holding a white paper outline of a human being. The paper human being did not possess a pair of eyeballs or a mouth or a face or a hand or a leg or a foot. The defense lawyer smiled at the fake Veronica. “Do you know the woman in the photograph?”

The fake Veronica turned and narrowed her eyelashes at the screen and to Diane, pointing at the Diane. “It looks like her.”

“Attorney Diane?” The judge turned and frowned at the screen and to Diane.

Diane sat inside the chair, staring with a nod at the television screen of the picture. “True, that is a pic of me.”

I encircle the green colored laser pen at the photo. “This is a photo of a woman who just shot seven 9mm bullets from her hand gun into her paper dummy target. She is holding a blue colored hand gun in her right shooting hand, direct pointing the cold barrel at a hole, the size of a crab apple. The hole represents a precise hit of seven rounds from one magazine into a right eyeball of the paper dummy. For record recording of the RCO, the photo is Diane Prensess.”

“Killer,” one law student laughed within the court gallery.

“Bitch,” another law student laughed within the court gallery.

“Murderess,” a third law student laughed within the court gallery.

I said. “Please split the screen with slide ten.” The television screen changed and showed the two photos of Veronica and Diane with a hand gun and a paper dummy. I said. “This is Veronica Seamus at the Thrill Kill Gun Range in Miami. We have seen this picture before. The Thrill Kill Gun Range is an indoor specialized shooting facility that is designed for firing firearms practice. Each range is overseen by group of highly trained range masters. Attorney Diane and Veronica attended the fun social event together with their married husbands. However, the range master Talton Tartt explained that Veronica had never shot a weapon and had a range buddy in the same shooting slot with her. Since, Erik was practicing and shooting his personal weapon in the next door shooting slot. Veronica’s first bullet shot from her personal hand gun hit the rubber floor which is against the gun range’s many safety rules. Therefore, Veronica wasn’t allowed to shot any more bullets from her personal weapon. So, her range buddy finished the remaining round of six in the magazine, showing Veronica how to shoot a proper hand gun. The cherry-sized hole comes from her range buddy, not Veronica. I want to stress that statement, very clearly. She was allowed to pose for the camera with the paper dummy for fun and entertainment, granting her permission to publish the photograph at the Thrill Kill Gun Range. Please split the screen with slide eleven.”

The television screen changed and showed two images one of Diane. The second photo was a picture of dead Erik without a right eyeball as it was blown out of the eye socket from three 9mm bullet shots.

I encircled the green colored laser pen at the blown out eyeball of Erik. “This is the killing mark of Erik Seamus, three 9mm shots into the right socket. The gun blast caused the right eyeball to jump off the bone and then fall down, landing on top of Erik’s chest.” I shifted and encircle the pen around the paper dummy of Diane. “And you can see here…”

“What in the hell are you doing, Addison?” Diane stood and jabbed a finger and a sneer at the television screen. “That’s a pic of me and my target dummy. We were all at the Thrill Kill Gun Range having some fun. We all took pictures of our target dummies. Why don’t you show Erik’s target dummy?”

I said. “Because Erik is dead, the Moot Court doesn’t need a pic of Erik and his target dummy. I’m pointing out that the killer of Erik used the same killing mark in a right eyeball. You’re shooting skills are remarkable for a novice marksman, Attorney Diane. Why did you fire your paper dummy into the right eye socket?”

Diane sat with a sour frown. “I am not playing your silly reindeer games, Addison.”

The judge said. “I don’t know how to shoot a loaded weapon, Attorney Diane. But, I too would like to know also. Why did you fire into the right eye socket?” Diane didn’t answer. The judge smiled. “Pretty please with sugar on top of the ice cream,” nodding.

Diane stood, holding both arms parallel to the table surface and shaped her hands into a triangle like a hand gun. “When I try to shoot a target, I stand with my feet apart like this pose that I am in now. I aim at the heart, but the hand gun is too light for my fingers. So I shoot the weapon, going from right to left and then the bullet ends up near the right side of the paper dummy, mostly in the face. Therefore, I can accurately shot a bullet in the right cheekbone or right eyeball. That’s it!”

“Do you shoot suspects with a gun in the face, too, Mediator Addison?” The judge smiled.

I shook my curls. “No, I aim for the heart.”

The judge turned and nodded to the defense lawyer, “Alright, let’s move to the next topic. What is your next question for Veronica?”

The defense lawyer looked with a smile to view her note cards. “So far, we have learned that the Veronica’s letter was a fake. Veronica could not shoot very accurately with her hand gun. The only shot she has ever fired landed on the flooring of the gun range. I want to present to the Moot Court, slide nine.” She reached and raised a plastic bag with a hand gun. “Veronica, is this your personal hand gun and one full magazine, holding seven bullets, not loaded into the gun chamber?”

Diane stood and screamed. “What the hell for? That’s not the murder weapon.”

The fake Veronica read from the scripted notebook. “Yes, that is my personal hand gun and one magazine of ammunition.”

The defense lawyer turned and smiled to Diane, “Exactly, Veronica’s personal hand gun was used and then cleaned on the date of July thirteen after she attended the Thrill Kill Gun Range. Then the hand gun was stored inside the wardrobe closet of the guest bedroom inside the gun safe. The gun safe was locked, when the Coral Gables police arrived to investigate the murder of Erik Seamus. The gun safe was unlocked by the Coral Gables police detective, during the inspection tour for the murder of Erik Seamus. Then, it was inspected and marked, as hard evidence. The hand gun was found to be clean of any bullet dust residue and only Veronica’s finger prints were on the gun.”

“The reason for your lecture, defense lawyer,” Diane frowned.

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at the judge. “The reason for my lecture, this is not the hand gun but for the jury,” she turned and grinned at the jury box. “Well, if there were a jury inside this court square, then the jury could see what the supposed missing murder weapon looked like. Since, the prosecution or the Coral Gables police department has not found the murder weapon.”

“Five points to the defense,” the judge nodded with a grin to the defense lawyer.

The defense lawyer grinned. “Please show us, slide twelve.” The television screen changed and showed the frontal view of a residential house that was colored in baby blue. The defense lawyer pointed to the screen and faced the fake Veronica. “Veronica, do you realize this structure?”

The fake Veronica turned and stared at the television screen, “My house.”

The defense lawyer nodded. “Yes, this is your house. Your next door neighbor across the street of Camilo, Mrs. Echemendia saw a tall woman fled from your house around six on the night of July twenty fourth. She described to the police that it was a tall woman was wearing a white wedding dress down to her ankles with the white veil flying in the wind. The police have identified the tall woman is the suspect, who shot and killed an unarmed Erik in cold blood. You model for the Photo Shop as a third paying job, what type of fashion clothing do you model?”

“Wedding dresses and evening dresses,” the fake Veronica turned and looked down, reading the scripted notebook.

“Did you model a white ankle-length wedding dress, the night of July twenty fourth?”

“No,” the fake Veronica nodded with a smile.

“Objection,” Diane stood with a sour frown at the judge.

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at the nose profile of Diane. “Where’s your wedding dress, Diane? You wore a long ankle-length veil, too, right? You were married inside a church, three years ago.”

Diane parted her lips, swinging a distorted face to see the defense lawyer, “Uh, my wedding dress, my wedding dress is packed away in my apartment.”

“Right, your apartment,” the defense lawyer turned and nodded to the RCO. “Please show us, slide thirteen.” The television screen changed and showed a stacked two-story neon orange painted structure with six front doors, three on a bottom level and three on a two-story balcony.

The defense lawyer pointed at the television screen with a smile. “Veronica, do you recognize this structure?”

The fake Veronica turned and stared at the television screen, looking down with a stern face, flipping through the pages, shaking her curls. “No.”

The defense lawyer turned and smiled at the nose profile of Diane. “Attorney Diane, do you recognize this structure?”

Diane stood and pointed with a sour frown at the television screen. “I live there. That’s my apartment building. I rent a studio apartment on Aledo Avenue.”

The defense lawyer smiled at Diane. “Yes, you do. And your one room studio apartment building is one city block street above Camilo Avenue, where both the estate homes of Juan and Erik exist. Juan worked at night as a physician, while Veronica left for her engineering job at five in the morning. Thus, the prime location gave you spying space to see Veronica leave her house, so you could fuck Erik in the morning at five thirty. Then, you finished and left Erik, while catnapping for a couple of hours, then met up with Juan at his private house at nine o’clock for a second fucking ritual, since Juan came home around eight thirty am. Am I right, Attorney Diane?”

Diane shook her curls with a sour frown. “This is not about me,” she jabbed a finger with a sneer at the fake Veronica inside the witness box. “This is about her killing poor unarmed defenseless Erik in bitching cold blood.”

The judge said. “Five points to the prosecution. It is a surprising coincident that Attorney Diane lives behind Erik’s house. Please, call your next witness, defense lawyer.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Diane exhaled and sat down into the chair.

“Please show us, slide fourteen, RCO,” the defense lawyer smiled. The television screen changed and showed a two-story building without any identifying lettering. The bottom level contained a set of undivided glass windows, going from the top down to bottom for viewing any movement inside a large room. The second level was solid white cement blocks that was blocked from a pair of naked eyeballs. The defense lawyer turned and pointed the screen with a smile. “Veronica, do you recognize this structure?”

“This is the Photo Shop, where I work as a model. I model wedding dresses and evening clothing from five to nine o’clock at night,” the fake Veronica read from the scripted notebook.

“Yes, you do work at the Photo Shop. How far is the Photo Shop building from your home on Camilo Avenue? And how much time is required, traveling from your home to the Photo Shop?”

The fake Veronica read from the scripted notebook, “It is point zero five miles and,” she flipped through the pages. “And…uh…”

“I can assist here,” I stood between the two legal law tables with a nod and a smile to the judge.

“I object.” Diane turned and sneered at Addison.

I said to the judge. “I drove with Veronica on the night of the Erik’s murder, coming from her house, going to the Photo Shop. Being a formal traffic police officer, I was very curious also about the time that it took for Veronica to travel from home to work or from work to home if you wanted to measure it.”

“I object for a second time, Your Honor.” Diane sneered at the nose profile of Addison.

“Why are you objecting, Attorney Diane?” The judge frowned.

Diane turned and exhaled to the judge. “Based on Veronica’s interview, she admits that she is a model working at the Photo Shop which is located on 1128 Salzedo Street from the hours of five to nine at night. She also lives based on her Florida driver’s license and marriage to Erik, very close like down the street from the Photo Shop, which is about point zero five miles. Based on these physical locations, it would take Veronica about five seconds to drive, coming from her home on Camilo Avenue and going to the Photo Shop parking lot on Salzedo Street. The defense team is picking out squashed mango seeds embedded into the Augustus grass, Your Honor.”

I turned and smiled at the nose profile of Diane. “Precisely, is it five seconds or six seconds or seven seconds to drive from Veronica’s home to the Photo Shop’s parking lot, Attorney Diane?” I viewed the judge. “There is some serious mysterious misunderstood time relevance here, Your Honor. The neighbor across the street from Erik’s house is the only key witness to see the murderess. Her name is Mrs. Echemendia. She explained to the Coral Gables police, a tall girl with blonde hair fled in a pair of high heels, running away from the front door, wearing a wedding dress with a veil. The girl slid into a black sports car parked in the media grass across from the Erik’s house and further up the street from Mrs. Echemendia’s house. Then, the black sports car roared engines and fled off the city street in about three seconds. The girl didn’t allow the engine to warm. She just sped away from Mrs. Echemendia’s house, without Mrs. Echemendia getting a good look at the girl’s face. Therefore, Veronica is the accused murderess and models wedding dresses, like the murderess, and drives a black model sports car, like the murderess. Please, show us, slide fifteen, RCO.” The television screen changed and showed a picture of a black sports car with two doors for a two-seater vehicle and a set of sporty black rims and tires. I pointed to the screen with a nod. “Therefore, her black sports car was impounded and inspected by the Coral Gables police department. This is a driver’s side picture of Veronica’s black two-door foreign sports car. Slide sixteen, please, RCO.”

A picture of an interior of a car with black carpet and black floor mats with three silver metal pedals changed and displayed onto the television screen.

I pointed at the new picture on the television screen with a stern face. “This is the interior of Veronica’s sports car. Her sports car is manual transmission, meaning she drives a right foot on the gasoline pedal. Her left foot shifts back and forth, going from the small silver clutch on the extreme left side of the driver’s station to the third silver pedal and then back to the silver metal braking pedal for stopping. On the night of Erik’s murder, the Coral Gables police also discovered a second cold-blooded murder of Felix Lightsey. He is the owner of the Photo Shop, where Veronica models and works. He was murdered at about precisely nine pm which was the time that Veronica had left her employment. Then, Veronica arrived at her home at 9:02 pm, giving her plenty of extra time to murder Felix and fled the crime scene.”

I turned and a nodded to the judge with a stern face. “Therefore, Veronica Seamus has been charged with a double-murder homicide of Erik Seamus and Felix Lightsey. And just to keep the record straight, since this is only a fake Moot Court, not a real court of law, Veronica Seamus is still being held inside an individual jail cell in the Miami-Dade Women’s Institutional Facility in Miami Springs, since the judge has denied posting her one hundred million bail, because she might flee the USA with two charges of murder one, or two.” I turned and pointed back to the television screen. “Now, let us go back to the Moot Court and the murder case of Erik Seamus.

“I want to point out that this is the interior of Veronica’s car, during the daytime. You can see the blonde strands of her hair, matting the black carpet. I drove with Veronica on the night of the Erik’s murder.”

“She’s repeating her statement, Your Honor.” Diane turned and smiled at the nose profile of Addison.

“Sustained,” the judge stared at the television screen.

I nodded. “Actually, I was curious like a kitty cat, wondering if Veronica had the time to kill her husband. So, I took an open opportunity and asked Veronica to drive both of us to the Photo Shop. Since, I had just learned of the newly deceased Felix Lightsey. And I naturally wanted to investigate and naturally wanted Veronica to ID the dead body. That is a very common police procedure.”

“My precious time, your Honor,” Diane soured at the television screen.

I turned and nodded to the judge. “First, Veronica didn’t crank the car…”

“…until she wore her safety belt,” Diane turned and frowned at the judge. “I do believe, when you purposefully kill your husband in cold-blooded murder that you don’t stop and web the safety belt around your body, just in case a police car is on your tail, Addison,” giggling.

I turned and smile at the nose profile of Diane. “That’s a very good point, Attorney Diane. But that’s not my point. Veronica didn’t crank the car, because she removed her three inched designer high heeled sandals from both feet. She explained that she loved her sports car and enjoyed the manual transmission. But she couldn’t drive with three inched spiked high heels on her feet. She ditched the heels, driving me and her to the Photo Shop with two set of naked feet. Therefore, I mentioned the serious mysterious misunderstood time relevance on the day of Erik’s murder. The murderess wasn’t truly wearing high heels as told by the eyewitness Mrs. Echemendia. Or the murderess wasn’t driving a car with manual transmission like Veronica’s black sports car. And if Veronica was the murderess, wearing her three inched designer high heels during the murder of Erik, then she wouldn’t have spent more tick-tock seconds of time, sitting inside the sports car and removing her high heels to operate a manual transmission with three racing car pedals.”

Diane stood with a sour frown to see the judge. “Bull shit, Your Honor, this is pure bull shit. Designer high heels come in various formats of styles from strips on top of the toes to strips over the ankles. So, Veronica was wearing a pair of high heels with a single strip across her ten painted purpled colored toe bones, where she could have easily flung them off and down into the car the floor board mat. Then she cranked the cold engine, jerking the naked feet into the gas and clutch pedal, spinning away from her vicious crime.”

“Let’s poll the female law students.” I swung around with a grin and a giggle to face the law students.

“More bull shit from the Mediator Addison, Your Honor, I totally object to this silly nonsense.” Diane sat and stared with a sour frown at the table surface.

“Attorney Diane, you are very lucky that my courtroom today is a Moot Court and not a real court of law. I do not tolerate vile language to me or my jury. Do you understand me?” The judge stared with a sour frown at the brown colored hair root of Diane.

“Yes, Your Honor!” Diane stared at her hand with a meek timber and a sour frown.

The judge scanned the rows of law students with a smile and a nod. “And I am intrigued with this theory. Mediator Addison, please poll a few of female law students. Let’s hear some other high heeled opinions.”

I nodded with a smile. “Yes, Your Honor! Raise your hand, if you would like to be polled about driving with high heels shoes!” Numerous arms shot up from the law students with a set of wiggling fingers. I smiled. “Thank you! There are too many choices. Okay. The law student inside row one on seat three, please tell your story to the court square.”

The female law student in row one, seat three stood with a smile and a nod to see Addison and the judge, “I totally agree with Mediator Addison. I drive a sports car with a stick. I can’t drive in my high heels. So, I tote around a pair of flat shoes inside my car. Then, I change from my heels into the flat shoes. If I had committed a murder, I couldn’t slide into the driver’s seat, without changing my shoes. The high heels interfere more with the clutch pedal, not the gasoline pedal. You gotta slap the clutch pedal all the way down to the floor or you grind the transmission’s first gear shift. Or you can’t make the car go forward like escaping from a murder, girl best,” she winked with a giggle at Addison, sitting down with a smile.

I nodded with a smile to the young lawyer. “That was a very thorough explanation, law student. Thank you. Let’s see! How about the law student in row nine, seat ten? Please stand!”

The female law student within row nine and seat ten stood with a nod and a grin to see Addison and the judge. “I can’t add much more to the previous excellent foot explanation, but you can drive with one high heel on the gas pedal. However, she’s right. The clutch has to be stomped all the way down to the floor mat with the flat pad of a shoe or the flat pad of your naked foot. Or the car doesn’t move from the parked spot. I drive with a pair of two naked feet in my sports car, since I just pitch my high heels to the side passenger car mat out of my foot pathway.”

I smiled with a nod to the second law student. “Thank you, law student.” I swung around with a smile to see the judge. “I believe that I have proven one fact. Veronica could not have been the murderess, driving away inside her black model sports car, since she would have removed her high heels first, before driving away at lightning speed like Mrs. Echemendia is claiming.”

Diane stood with a sour frown to see the judge. “Objection, Your Honor. Mrs. Echemendia is an elderly lady with three children. She might have described the black sports car, leaving out like a bolt of lightning, but it could have be more like a snail’s pace. She really wasn’t paying attention, since she was in total shock of a bride in a white dress with red blood stains, coming from Veronica Seamus’ residential house.”

“Five points to the prosecution,” the judge nodded.

I said. “I will restate my fact. Veronica doesn’t drive a sports car with a set of designer high heels. Please show us, slide sixteen, RCO.” The television screen changed and showed a black colored picture with shiny silver on the top screen. I turned and pointed to the television screen with the new picture. “This is a picture of the interior of Veronica’s car at nighttime.”

“I object, Your Honor, watching and wasting of my precious time.” Diane sat inside the chair and frowned at the television screen.

“Sustained, Attorney Diane! I want to see the foot performance to the end. Please continue, Mediator Addison,” the judge studied the television screen too.

I swung around with a smile to see the rows of law students. “To update and educate the law students, since this is a learning tool. A UV black light is used by a police department forensic team to detect body fluids, such as, mouth spit, vagina urine, dick semen, and human or animal blood. Because, the liquid fluids of a human body contain a series of fluorescent molecules which can be seem by a black light in total darkness. See, you do glow in the dark like your mama says. Veronica’s personal sports car did not contain one dot of human blood from Erik Seamus, Felix Lightsey, or Veronica Seamus.”

“Veronica Seamus!?” The judge frowned at the rear skull of Addison.

I swung around with a smile to see judge. “Yes, Veronica Seamus, because sometimes, a human being cuts a finger from a fixing a car part of metal or scratches the outer human skin on a sharp piece of metal, leaving a tiny dot of human blood inside their own personal vehicle. I will repeat. Veronica’s personal sports car did not contain one dot of human blood from Erik, Felix, or Veronica. Therefore, the black sports car with the fleeing murderess in a wedding gown is not Veronica.”

“Five points to the defense,” the judge nodded with a smile.

I smiled. “And let me add here that the prosecution has not found either the murder weapon of the hand gun that killed Erik or the correct black sports car with Erik’s dried blood either.”

“Five points to the defense,” the judge nodded with a smile.

I turned and smiled at the nose profile of Diane. “Please show us, slide seventeen.” The television screen changed and showed a single image of a single tire track. I frowned. “Why are your tire tracks in one of the many parking spots at the Photo Shop, Diane?”

“What!?” Diane looked up with a sour frown to see the television screen.

I said. “This is a molded plaster of a right front tire track from your four door sedan. Your car recently had the oil changed with a set of four new tires that was replaced and rotated on July eighteenth on Tuesday morning at 10:07 am. Was that after you enjoyed your fucking fest with Juan?” I giggled.

Diane turned and smiled at the judge. “Ridicule, I own a common model four door sedan. That tire print could be one of millions of tires, buzzing around the city of Miami. You do know that there are five million people who live around the radius of five miles of the center of big bad metro Miami.”

I turned and nodded with a stern face to the judge. “And that’s all true about the population around Miami. However, your luxury foreign four door sedan holds a unique set of tires called QTP2, which is extremely expensive at 654 dollars per tire. And your car is only one of three vehicle transports of such expensive road tires in the surrounding communities of Miami, Florida. The molded plaster was pictured and documented the next morning, after Felix’s cold-blooded murder. Why did you visit Felix Lightsey on July twenty fourth?”

Diane turned and narrowed her eyelashes at Addison. “I visited the fitness shop named Body Shop which is above the Photo Shop. Felix owns the entire building. I don’t know Felix Lightsey. I lived in the area and wanted to join a fitness club to get into shape, since I’m a single available bachelorette.”

“With too many married lovers,” I winked at Diane.

Diane growled. “What?”

I smiled. “Please show us, slide eighteen, RCO.” The television screen changed and showed a light pole and a flood light during the daytime hours that was located next to a mango fruit tree. I turned and encircled the green colored laser pen at the parking lot. “In this photo, you parked your vehicle in the last parking spot near the roadway toward the opposite side of the front doors of the Body Shop. Why did you park so far from the entrance way, Diane?”

Diane turned and smiled at the television screen. “The parking lot was full, full of paying fitness exercising patrons. I had no choice but to park far, far away and walk, walk to the entrance doors of the Body Shop. Does that answer your curious question, Addison?”

“Five points to the prosecution,” the judge smiled. “Who is your next witness, defense lawyer?”

“This!” I lifted and held up a single object with a smirk.

Diane stood and turned with a sour frown at Addison. “What the fuck?”

I marched forward into the court square to the judge with a smile. “This is Exhibit Z. A clear plastic bag is filled with part salt water, part sandy mud, and an intact but dirty pink ostrich skinned small coin purse. Inside the coin purse there contains a house key, gold in color. I found this underneath the water bridge at Biscayne Key inside a bush of purple flowers with ugly green biting iguanas.”

Diane followed the back spine of Addison with a sour face. “Why would you do that, Addison?”

I swung around with a smile to see Diane. “I believe this to be your personal accessory coin purse, Diane.”

Diane stared with a sour frown at the object. “No.”

I pulled out and displayed the wrinkled paper from the pocket of my suit jacket with a smirk, facing Diane. “Hmm, this is an invoice that was nicely reproduced by the Zanny’s retail store. You had purchased a beautiful hot pink ostrich skinned hand bag. It does list a coin purse as an item purchased on May twenty third. I do believe the date of your birth that happens to match your DMV Florida driver’s license and the spouse swapping letter too. Am I correct, Di?”

Diane turned and stared with a sour frown at the judge. “Your Honor, this is another silly mental game exercise which is being performed by Mediator Addison. I fully object and inject into this is a Moot Court competition.”

The judge leaned over the bench surface and extended a hand, narrowing her eyelashes at Addison. “Gimme, Mediator Addison. This is another highly unorthodox procedure again. And a most odd Moot Court that I’m seen in decades. I wanna see the store invoice, too.”

“Yes, Your Honor,” I swung around with a smirk and extended the invoice and the Exhibit Z to the bailiff for delivery to the judge. The bailiff accepted the two items and turned, handing it to the judge.

The judge accepted the two objects, sitting back into the chair and read the invoice. “Why is the Zanny’s hand bag receipt important, Mediator Addison?”

I nodded with a smile. “The trashed coin purse and the invoice go together, Your Honor. The house key inside the trashed pink ostrich skinned coin purse opens the front door of Erik Seamus’ residential house on Camilo Avenue in the city of Coral Gables.”

The judge parted her lips and cut her eyelashes to Diane, “It does?”

I nodded with a stern face to the judge. “The Coral Gables police were befuddled about the front door being opened, since only the Seamus’ had a house key. Plus, the next door neighbor Juan did possess a house key for his sick sexual pleasures, without disturbing Veronica. And inside the Seamus house, there is a wall of keys. Veronica verified that the wall of keys were presence during the murder, not missing any little silver or golden metals. Therefore, the murderer of Erik had in his possession a house key from another incident at the Seamus house. The incident came on the holiday weekend of July fourth, when the house was robbed of many valuable possessions, including some missing household keys in particular, a house key and a spare set of car keys.”

The judge viewed Addison. “Do you believe this house key belongs to the murderer, Mediator Addison?”

I nodded. “And I believe the murderer is in the Moot Court, which is Diane.”

Diane stood in place with a sour frown, tossing both arms into the air, “Possum poo-shit! That’s the lamest execution of bull shit murder theory in American’s history.”

“What do you want me to do, Mediator Addison?” The judge narrowed her eyelashes at Addison.

I thumbed over a collar bone to Diane with a nod and a stern face. “I want Diane to show us her pink ostrich skinned coin purse from her matching five thousand dollar designer hand bag.”

Diane waved both arms with a sour frown and a nod, “Alright! I’ll enjoy playing Addison’s little stupid ass mind game.” She turned and dashed to the first chair, sitting down and leaned down underneath the table, where her purse was stored and jerked out the oversized hot pink colored designer hand bag in the air.

The judge stared with a stern face at the designer purse, “Attorney Diane, please remove your ass from the chair and park it at the last chair of the prosecution table. I would like the other Moot team mates to leave the prosecution table as well and find a seat anywhere inside the court galley.”

The other Moot team mates stood with a worried brow, exiting from the prosecution table and the court square, finding an empty chair inside the court galley, bumping a forehead with a whisper to the neighbor about the current activity inside the Moot Court today

“Fine!” Diane stood and side stepped into the last chair of the prosecution table.

I spun around, moving and sat inside the first chair, touching and unzipped the pink colored designer handbag.

The judge said with a stern face to the hair roots of Addison. “Mediator Addison, I will indulge this silly game for ten seconds then over and done. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Your Honor,” I turned and smiled at Diane, looking back to the designer handbag.

The judge stared at the handbag. “And I would like for you to show and call out one at a time each object from Attorney Diane’s handbag to the entire court square.”

I looked down into a dark hole with a stern face, sticking my hand into the deep handbag. “Yes, Your Honor.” I picked up one object at a time from the dark hole and lifted a hand, placing each object in a neat row over the table surface. “A pink ostrich wallet, a pink ostrich check book, a metal tube of lipstick, a work badge, a gun permit, a set of car keys, a pink ostrich sunglass pouch, a pink ostrich mobile telephone container, three ink pens, a blue tinted a gun,” I slowly lifted the hand and gently rested it over the table wood, not before ensuring the safety clip is set. I picked up the next object with a stern face. “A gun magazine, coinage,” I counted the money. “The coinage totals two dollars and forty eight in change. I didn’t find a pink ostrich skinned coin purse, Your Honor. But there seems to be some more coinage deep inside the purse.” I gently turned the handbag upside down. A single 9mm bullet dropped from the dark hole and tumbled over the wooden surface.

I reached and lifted the bullet into a face. “The single 9mm bullet is chambered and used inside Diane’s personal hand gun which is a registered and issued with a gun permit. It is one here.” I flipped the bullet around, noting the girly finger polish on the bottom of the 9mm in hot pink.

“Where is your coin purse, Diane?” The judge stared with a confused brow at the row of items over the table surface.

“At home,” Diane stood with a smile, leaning over and grabbed her purse.

I reached for the gun magazine, releasing the flap, dropping a single 9mm bullet from the ammunition of her gun over the wooden surface, grabbing the single bullet. Then I examined the single bullet, seeing the color of puke green. I smiled down at the bullet. “I like to water seal my personal bullets with the color of fire engine red, Diane. You seem to like the funky color of puke green, like mouth vomit. Do you always use the neon color of puke green sealer?”

Diane replaced each item into the handbag with a nod and a grin. “Yes, always, it looks cool and it’s easy to spot, when I miss a bullet.”

I stood from the first chair of the prosecution chair, scooting around the table and Diane, moving and stopped in front of the judge’s bench, toting the plastic bag with the hand gun from Veronica and a single ammunition magazine clip. I motioned with a stern face for the bailiff. He slowly moved from the side wall and stopped, standing at the nose profile of Addison. I lifted and exhibited the single bullet, coming from the pink ostrich skinned hand purse of Diane with a stern face. “Your Honor, I have found something very, very weird,” I wiggled the bullet up and down, since my other hand holds a plastic bag with a heavy hand gun. “I have a single bullet from Diane’s purse. Could you please hold this, bailiff?” The bailiff reached and grabbed the single bullet coming out from the handbag of Diane, holding it in the air, staring with a stern face at the object in silence. I opened the plastic bag and grabbed a single 9mm from the gun magazine that belonged to Veronica’s hand gun and lifted a single bullet in the air, moving to the face of the bailiff with a stern face. “Bailiff, please tell the Moot Court! What do you see here?”

The bailiff lifted the single bullet from the magazine clip of Veronica’s hand gun, holding it side to side with the second bullet a visual inspection with a nod and a stern face. “The bullet in my left hand is a 9mm with a water sealer of hot pink. The bullet in Mediator Addison’s hand is a 9mm bullet with a water sealer color of hot pink, too.”

“What?” Diane released the handbag and the item, turning and parted her lips at the back spine of Addison.

“What?” The judge parted her lips, looking at the two bullets within two different hands.

I said. “Your Honor, the three 9mm bullets that killed Erik Seamus in cold blood had three hot pink colors on each tip. And the bullet found inside Diane’s hand bag is colored hot pink, but she only uses the color of puke green. And the coin purse matching her hand bag is missing from the leather purse collection set of hot pink ostrich skinned leather. And Diane lives in front of Erik’s house. And Diane can speak in a smooth alto of Spanish sentences. And Diane is in love with Erik, who is married to Veronica. I do believe, Your Honor. The defense team has found the murderess, the murder weapon, the murder motive of love, and the murder intent of jealous of a love triangle.”

Diane frowned with a sigh, tossing both arms into the air. “There is no love triangle here. And I don’t know where that particular bullet comes from,” she snapped the fingers with a nod and a smile. “Wait, I bet that I do. At the Thrill Kill Gun Range, when I was practicing shooting beside Erik. He was a lousy marksman. So he must’ve handed me some of his loose 9mm bullets and then I placed it down into my purse. He always marked his ammo in hot pink for shitty fun.”

I turned and smiled at Diane. “Attorney Diane, you should shut the fuck up or ask for a lawyer?”

“I didn’t need a lawyer. I didn’t kill poor Erik. Veronica did in cold blood with Erik’s gun. Ask her where the gun is?” Diane jabbed a finger at the fake Veronica inside the witness box.

I stood in front of the RCO with a sigh of determination, turning and pointed to the black tinted television screen. “Please show us, slide nineteen, RCO.” A television screen changed and showed a colored photography of Diane with her paper dummy. The dummy exhibited a crab apple-sized hole in the face and her hand gun that caused the hole. I jabbed a finger at the television screen with the new photography with a stern face. “For the Moot Court, that particular hand gun has one magazine. The magazine holds seven shots. Her seven shots targeted a right eye socket within the paper dummy. Please show us, slide twenty.” The television screen split in half, showing a colorful bloody photography of Erik’s dead body. I jabbed a finger with a stern face at the television screen with the new picture. “And her marking pattern is exactly the same as her practice shooting patterns. Her girly hand gun is designed and used for a concealed carry inside a girl’s handbag for some close quarter shooting,” I turned and winked with a smirk at Diane. “Some close quarter shooting like from the edge of a darken hallway entrance point, eliminating an annoyant like Erik Seamus.”

“Your Honor, please make her stop!” Diane exhaled with a sour frown, “I did not kill poor dead Erik.”

I exhaled. “Why did you kill poor Erik in cold-blood, Diane?”

“I don’t murder Erik.” Diane shook her curls and her hands.

“You were having an affair with a married Erik Seamus.”

Diane slapped both hands down over her wrinkled designer business suit with a smile and a nod. “Spouse swapping, we all had signed a legal agreement for swapping out our spouses for sex.”

I lifted and wiggled the bullet from Veronica’s hand gun with a stern face and a serious tone. “In the eyes of God, that is called adultery. In the eyes of the law, that is called murder. What happened inside the house on 324 Camilo Avenue, Diane?”

Diane frowned. “I didn’t murder Erik. I loved Erik.”

“Did Erik give you a key to the house?” I exhaled.

Diane smiled. “Yes.”

“But you didn’t meet Erik at the house for fucking sex fun at first participating in the Spouse Swapping Club, right, Diane?”

“Yes.” Diane nodded.

“Because Erik got chicken shit with his heart, not his penis. Then you couldn’t come over to his house, because Veronica, his currently faithful wife came home from her working job at twelve fifteen, every afternoon, occupying their homey residence. Or the paid maid service cleaned the house on Wednesday mornings. Or the next door neighbor mowed his lawn on Monday mornings. Or the other next door neighbor hosted a breakfast bunch for her girls on Tuesday mornings. Or the neighbors across the street shared babysitting services with their family members on Thursday mornings. So that left the morning of Fridays. However, every attorney in the state of Florida goes to a law court on the last working day of the week, wrapping up their work schedule, so they can play for fun on the weekend. You are no different, Diane, since amazingly today is Friday and you are in court, too. So that left the evening hours with your free time, after Erik left his office at five fifteen, finishing up his daily work duties, right, Diane?”

“Yes.”

“Then you and Erik did the ‘wild thing’ in every cheap motel between Key Largo and Ft. Lauderdale, compliments of several spying tomcat curiosity registration clerks, who really enjoyed IDing a nervous and excited young couple from the big bad city of metro Miami. Geez, was there even enough time for fifteen minutes of fucking fun sexual intercourse?”

“Your Honor!” Diane turned and frowned at the judge.

I nodded with a stern face. “Then out of the baby blue skyline of Miami, Erik quits his good paying bank job, making a good salary for securing a good life style for both of you, right, Diane?”

“I didn’t know that Erik had quit his job.” Diane shook her curls with a confused brow.

I said. “They say that love is deaf, dumb, and blind. Diane exhibited all the symptoms of puppy love for Erik, too. Erik explained that you and he were together, collecting the two million dollars of life insurance money on Veronica. Wrong, girlfriend! There was no life insurance policy on Veronica. Then you happily signed and dated Erik’s Last Will and Testimony, guaranteeing Veronica nothing, if he died. And then, you signed and dated Erik’s divorce decree, giving Veronica nothing again, because Erik was the mastermind planning and getting away with murdering poor Veronica for…” I smiled. “Do you wanna fill in the blank, Diane?”

Diane screamed and tossed both arms in the air with as sour frown. “You’re wrong, Addison! Erik hated Veronica. He loved me. We were planning to get married.”

“Tell us what happened on the twenty fourth of July inside 324 Camilo Avenue?” I nodded.

“I confronted….”

I shook my curls and one hand. “No, no, tell us how you got into Erik’s house? Because it was not through the front door, since the nosy neighbors didn’t see you enter from the front porch. I was there inside the house after Erik’s cold-blooded murder. I examined the house with white gloves and yellow booties on 324 Camilo Avenue. I find no dust, no sand, and no hair follicles. The Seamus had an excellent maid service company. When I interviewed the head maid, who worked for six other families, she actually laughed in my face about the Seamus house cleaning, because the Seamus house was spotless like someone had cleaned, before they arrived for their paying job.”

Diane frowned. “So?”

I pointed a finger with a sour frown at Diane. “Because you and Erik had sexual intercourse during the mornings of Veronica’s absent, when you, Diane entered from the back yard. Diane padded a set of naked feet across the manicured lawn and then snuck like a thief into the house of Erik. Erik left the back patio door open for your romantic interludes. They had sex and then house cleaned, picking up every single piece of dust, sand particle, and hair follicle. Then you snuck like a stinky skunk back out into bright sunshine, across the yard, between the bushes, tromping through the neighbor’s grass, and emerging to the other side of Aledo Avenue behind Camilo Avenue. Diane lived inside the apartment building, right behind Erik’s house. She never ever drove her personal car into Erik’s driveway. That’s why the neighbors didn’t see her or know her or identify her when Diane ran from the front doors of his home on the night of Erik’s murder.”

“Erik opened the rear door for me, every morning.” Diane said.

“Because you stole a house key to Erik’s home residence during the first robbery of July fourth, I examined the laundry room along with the walls of keys too. The wall of keys held every type of key that the human mind could image. I guess Erik had quite a vivid imagination mind.” I giggled.

“He was a brilliant man.” Diane smiled with a nod.

“Erik displayed a key for the house, the car, the boat, the bank security box, the airport security locker, the bus security locker, the post office mail box, and the home safe box. The duplicate keys lined vertically down on a single nail, seven times. Seven is lucky number for some people. Mrs. Seamus told me that Erik was always losing items. Erik was a neat freak. Erik always locked the doors and the windows. Erik locked his car inside his garage at night, at his own home. He was definitely OCD about everything, including Veronica.”

“What?” Diane shook her curls with a confused brow.

“Erik kept every phone call on Veronica inside his day planner, calling Veronica at her work, after he fucked you, Diane. He called Veronica at nine thirty o’clock and then at ten thirty, and then at eleven thirty o’clock to ensure she came home on time from her work job. So the next door neighbor could come inside his house with a house key at 12:30 pm and then snap pictures of a naked Veronica inside her pool. Veronica didn’t know it, because she napped between her three jobs every afternoon from 12:30 pm to 1:15pm in the hot sizzling sunshine inside the cool swimming pool water, getting a sunburn.

“Erik was setting up Juan as the scapegoat for when Veronica’s murder occurred, clearing both Diane and him of the evil deed. However, Erik got popped instead. Juan was smarter than Erik, tongue-tattling about everything from the house key to the wife-swapping to the Diane fucking. Since, poor innocent Veronica didn’t even know what was happening around her little neighborhood.

“Erik was getting nervous about the murder, too. He called Veronica at four thirty, before she headed out for her third job as a model at Felix’s Studio. He wasn’t warning Veronica, since he was checking up on Veronica’s whereabouts. He told Veronica on the telephone call that he was meeting a client for dinner, like Erik had done for the past three years of their marriage.”

Diane smiled, “It’s not against the law to eat dinner with a married man or fuck a married man.”

I smiled with a nod. “And you were the ‘bestest’ shooter of the love bird pair.”

“So what? I can shoot at hand gun. I’m an excellent shot. Even better than a southern belle princess from the redneck South that can’t hit the side of brick wall, she…”

“…didn’t kill her husband, Erik Seamus.” I smirked.

Diane exhaled. “I didn’t kill her husband Erik Seamus, either.”

I swung around with a stern face to see the judge, talking to the bailiff. “May I please get back the plastic bag with the water, sand, and the coin purse?” The bailiff turned and moved, stopping and standing in front of the judge’s bench, reaching over and gently grabbed the second plastic bag of salt ocean water, beach sand, and a coin purse, spinning around and moved, stopping in front of Addison. I gently took the bag, handing the first plastic bag with the hand gun of Veronica to the bailiff for holding. I opened the bag and rattled around inside the wet coin purse, pulling out and lifted the wrapped golden tinted door key, standing between the nose profile of the judge and Diane wit a stern face and a serious tone, staring at the glittering wet door key with a nod. “This key belongs to Erik’s house and your DNA finger prints are all over the small key that is wrapped inside the plastic and the non-water absorbed portion of the hot pink leather which is the inner leather, Di. Diane took the gem stones, belonging to Veronica from the glass display case that was located inside the foyer after five o’clock the night of the murdered Erik. Since Veronica leaves her own house at four forty-five every night for her modeling gig. Diane snuck back inside the house, using the stolen house key, pressing the hidden button underneath the right table leg, opening up the top of the glass lid. She retrieved the entire collection of gem stones, including rubies, diamonds, emeralds, o mine. But Diane left the black pearls for both puzzlement and humor. Then she left the house, using her secret back door exit. Diane drove her personal sedan car to the Photo Shop business and parked her personal car inside the parking lot, opening the door with Veronica’s a set of lost car keys to the black sports car. The car keys were stolen from Erik’s home in a home robbery during the Fourth of July weekend, when Erik and Veronica were on vacation to the Bahamas Islands. Diane scattered the loose gem stones down into the rear of the car mat for some odd reason. Why did you do that, Di?”

Diane screamed and tossed her arms in the air with a sour frown. “I didn’t steal the gems. I didn’t kill Erik.”

I nodded with a smirk to Diane. “You waited and watched for Veronica to leave the house and for Erik to arrive. Then, you yelled at him in Spanish language, the smooth proper alto sounding Spanish, since Veronica’s Spanish was lousy. Honestly, I hear Veronica speak the Spanish language and I could barely understand her swirling mixture of a southern draw and the improper Spanish pronunciation, making up no proper sentence structure within Veronica’s vocal Spanish.”

Diana shouted, waving her hands and her curls with sour frown. “I’m telling the truth here. I don’t kill Erik. I loved Erik. I left his house. He was alive and mad. I was mad. I yelled in Spanish at him for whatever. Erik was being so stupid and silly, all at the same time. He didn’t want to marry me. He wanted to kill her for the two million dollar insurance money.”

I nodded with a smile at the verbal confession of Diane. “But there was not a two million dollar life insurance policy, Di. There is nothing for poor Di. So Diane shoots Erik for meanness, dumbness, numbness, and stupidness, then she ditches the stolen black sports car similar to Veronica’s and hurriedly drives back to the Photo Shop in her own four door sedan with the new tires, hoping to murder Veronica, as well. Alas, she missed Veronica, who had left the Photo Shop building, after finishing her night job of modeling. And then, Diane shoots poor Felix with Erik’s gun for total frustration of a hot sizzling heated Miami night.”

Diane waved her arms over her hair roots with a sour frown and a scream. “I didn’t kill Erik. I loved Erik.”

I smiled with a nod. “All of this for a one-side love triangle, Di, and all the hard evidence points to you, Di.” I pulled out and lifted a folded paper with a stern face and a serious tone. “This is a search warrant to inspect your rental apartment and your rental storage space facility. And I plan to present in a real court of law, a real Spouse Swapping Club letter, a real wedding gown covered in Erik’s blood, a real outfit of wet clothes covered in Felix’s blood, and Erik’s hand gun, the real murder weapon. The end,” smirking.

The judge jabbed the gravel with a sour frown at Diane. “Bailiff, please arrest Miss Diane Lopez for the double-homicide murder of Erik Seamus and Felix Lightsey.” She lifted and slammed the gravel over the bench with a nod and a stern face, “Dismissed. The Moot Court has ended for the day. All the law students go home and have a beer, without me.” She stood with a sour frown, shaking her curls and turned, moving down the steps and entered her chamber, leaving the Moot Court.

Keel stood from the rear row inside the court gallery, since he had been sitting with the law students, watching the court action, moved into the court square, stopping and stood behind Diane. He touched and searched her body for any other weapons. Then he slapped a pair of handcuffs over her wrists, moving her arm behind her back spine, twisting Diane to face the open archway, exiting the courtroom. He whispered the words, explaining her rights an arrested citizen of the USA.

Diane continued to scream, crying with sobs and tears, yelling at the lobby space. “I didn’t kill Erik. I loved Erik. He was chicken shit for not wanting to kill Veronica. That’s why I yelled at him. That’s why I fled the house from him, alive and breathing. I’ll state in my defense that I didn’t kill Erik Seamus.”

I yelled at her back spine with a stern face and a nod. “Give it up, Diane! Erik didn’t want you, darling, but used you, girl best. You really are a lousy criminal or a lazy criminal attorney. But we uncovered the real truth.”

Diane screamed with a set of sobs and tears inside the lobby, moving to the police car for her new home, a prison cell. “I didn’t steal the gem stones. I didn’t place them inside Veronica’s car. I would need a car key to do that. Or I would have needed to break into her car. I am innocent of Erik’s murder.”

Saturday September 14th

 

 

City of Coral Gables

Home of Brody and Veronica Prensess

591 Granada Boulevard location

10:10 a.m.

Master bedroom setting of Brody and Veronica

Hot temperatures with bright sunshine

 

 

He entered the shared master bedroom with a smile and a nod, stopping and stood in front of his wife. She pointed to the bag with a smile. “Brody, I’m packed, darling.”

He turned and narrowed his eyelids at the solo gym bag. “One tiny little suitcase for our two week long honeymoon, baby doll.”

Veronica smiled with a nod to him. “Well, I don’t really need clothing, do I, sir?”

Brody hugged and kissed her lips, pulling back with a smile. “Naw, not for certain places, but we eat inside the restaurant during the evening. You like to eat, right?”

She smiled. “I love to eat.”

“Okay then, I suggest, sweetheart, that you pack all your pretty evening dresses plus all of your grandmother’s matching gem stones into each available suitcase. Your new pink ostrich skinned luggage has fourteen separate pieces, not including the makeup bag and matching hand bag. That’s a suitcase for every day, while we enjoy the sun or fun on our honeymoon.”

Veronica parted her lips, “Really, I can bring all my new pretty suitcases with me on vacation, Brody.”

He nodded with a smile. “Yeah, baby doll, all of them! You start packing and take anything and everything you want for our three weeks of sun and fun adventure.”

She smiled. “Thank you, darling! I have so many decisions to make. I…I don’t know where to start,” Veronica frowned. “But I’m going to make us late for the airport this afternoon.”

He shook a skull with a smile. “Naw, babe, I rented a private jet. We go when we want to go. We got no planned schedule. We can stay in the room or stay on the beach just me and you together all the time, because I wanna spend all my time with you, alone. How’s that plan, darling?”

“I like.” Veronica back stepped from his warm hug with a smile.

Brody leaned over and hugged her with a worried brow. “Where are you going, honey?”

She smiled. “To empty all the full trash bags, today is trash day in Coral Gables. We don’t want to come back to our nice home and into a smelly land field.”

He leaned over and kissed her lips, pulling back with a grin and a nod. “That’s why I love you so much, you’re so smart. I got all those dirty trash bags. You, my sweet, just fill every single luggage with all your pretty stuff. Then I’ll call the limo to come and collect us and the luggage. Then, we’re off to the Virgin Islands, making us a baby, Mrs. Prensess.”

Veronica giggled with a nod, turning and moved, stopping and standing in front of her wardrobe closet, reaching and pulled a dress for the trip.

Brody back stepped with a smile, staring at her back spine and turned, moving down the empty hallway into the kitchen. He stopped and leaned down, grabbing and lifted the trash bags, turning and slammed into the cracked door, moving into the garage. He strutted from the open garage space toward the city street, where the garbage tuck would collect the trash for the day with a smile and a whistle.

 

 

10:20 a.m.

Manicured front lawn setting

Row of trash cans on the city street

 

 

Brody toted all the smelly garbage bags between his biceps, pacing forward on a pair of flip flops, humming a country-western song, strutting toward the city street for trash day within Coral Gables and stopped, using a flip flop to kick off the loose lid of each smelly garbage can, making a set of tings as each lid soared and dropped onto the street pavement.

The silver tinted sports car curved the road, slowing and stopped, blocking the driveway at the home of Brody. The door opened. His sister slid out from the soft leather, standing with a smile and a nod behind the open door. Brody dumped all the smelly garbage bags into each trash can, slamming each lid shut with a grin and a nod to his biological sister. She wore a pair of cheap black tinted framed sunglasses, staring down at the closed lids of smelly trash cans with a smile, “The gun in there?”

“Diane has Erik’s hand gun.” Brody back stepped from the row of trashcans, turning with a smile, wiping off both hands over the walking shorts and strolled to the passenger side of her sports car, leaning against the paint.

His sister scooted sideways from the driver’s side of the car, leaving the door open, moving around the front bumper of the car and the side of the car and stopped, leaning a fanny against the passenger door with her biological brother Brody.

They stood side by side, crossing the arms with a smile.

She turned and grinned at his nose profile. “And Diane didn’t really kill Erik. You did. How did you do it, Brody? For the life of our daddy, I can figure it out,” exhaling.

He turned and stared with a smile at the front of the garage space. “I was there. Erik’s house has the most curious architectural design with two single size car garages on the other end of the house.”

She gasped with a nod. “You were hiding inside the second garage, since the first garage is parallel to the master bedroom.”

“I was there inside Diane’s wedding dress and her bridal veil. Diane’s a tall girl. I had to rip it in places to fit over my he-man physique.” He turned and chuckled to see his sister.

She gasped, “The car?”

He nodded with a smile. “My good buddy Harry imports foreign cars from Japan. Sometimes, one or two get damaged or stolen.”

She frowned. “Harry is a crook since three years old, when he stole my dolly Belle.”

He nodded with a grin. “That he is. But I needed a car. He needed a fast thirty thousand dollars for some serious partying at our buddy’s bachelor party in Key West. He paid for everything, the boat, the beer, and the babes…”

“And the getaway car with Erik’s then wet and now dried red blood proteins all over the steering wheel and seat and floor mats.”

He looked up with a grin to see the blue sky, “Funny thing! I drove that Japanese sports car all the way back to the Miami Airport. You know I thought I locked that damn car. Poof! That sports car has disappeared off the face of planet Earth, Sis.”

She giggled with a nod. “I got it. You stole the sports car from Harry’s parking lot at the airport and then parked it, unlocked at one of the busiest air fields within the USA. Then it went bye-bye.”

“Something like that,” he chuckled.

She shook the curls and the sunglasses over her eyeballs with a sour frown. “You, alone and solo, set up this entire murder scheme that far in advance.”

He frowned. “Erik was going to murder Veronica. Well, chicken shit Erik couldn’t hit the side of a barn. Therefore, Diane, the accurate cowgirl of South Florida was going to murder Veronica.”

She frowned. “But, you did that for Diane. And then, you successfully framed Diane. I’m totally befuddled, Brody.”

He shook his skull with a sour frown. “I didn’t do it for Diane. I saved Veronica’s life.”

“Okay. Let’s start from the beginning, Brody!”

He exhaled. “The beginning started on the night of the Venus High School ten year class reunion, when Erik verbally abused his wife for just breathing, when Diane dumped our one thousand dollar seaside and ocean view sleeping suite for a cheap ratty motel and then she went drinking all night long with her long-found bookend Erik.”

“Bookend, Erik?”

“Another fairy tale, Sis! Anyways, the next day at the picnic beach, Erik couldn’t stop pawing and clawing on Diane, right in front of my eyeballs like a bad summer’s time wet dream. Then the bad wet dream didn’t stop, Sis.” He exhaled and stared down at the driveway. “I had Diane followed. The fellows found too many adulterers, fucking their adulteresses with adultery, and more adultery, and extreme adultery, occurring in the mornings and evenings,” he turned and frowned at her sunglasses. “I ain’t dumb, Sis. When your married wife comes home and doesn’t want sex after four nights of no sex, then your married wife must be getting some or one on the side like crispy French fries.”

“You’re smart, Brody. I’m so sorry.”

“And I had received voice and video taped records of their cells and car conversations, including the many days and nights of a plotted cold-blooded murder. Diane even volunteered to do the sizzling hot job.”

“Jeezus! Brody, you should have turned them into the police or the FBI office here in Coral Gables.”

“Then, what?” He exhaled and looked down at his toes. “Erik walked free being a love-sick asshole. Diane, she would have fucked up our good surname plus our good lawyering reputation here in Coral Gables. Folks forget about the villain, over time. But our lawyering firm has been around for the past seventy five years, started by great granddaddy Prensess.”

She turned and looked down at her toes. “I can’t argue with that logical logic, Brody. And you’re right. Diane would’ve fucked up the good Prensess name with her sleazy sorted love affair, involving you and our parents.” She looked up to see his hair roots.

“….and my heart,” he turned and looked at her sunglasses. “I saw them, Sis. I saw my married wife, who had I showered with my unconditional love and my unlimited gifts, coming out of the Baltic Hotel in the Gables with Erik. She walked out the glass rotating doors first, pulling on her designer business jacket over a white silk blouse. I helped create that particular posh style dress modeled after you, Sis. Then Erik padded out next on his worn and polished cheap leathers. Jeezus! They had fucked in a rented room at the Baltic Gables that I had paid for. I called the credit card company and double-checked the date, the hotel, and the bill,” exhaling.

She frowned. “You sound greedy, not jealous.”

“I have money. You got money. Our family has tons of money. I didn’t mind spending money on a devoted and loving wife, Sis. I confronted and asked Diane to quit her new job. And I asked Diane to have my baby. I want a baby. I want to be a daddy. I’m thirty years old and ready for a family. I expressed and explained that I could take care of both her and a baby. Hell, I’m rich. I don’t need to work ever like you and our brothers.”

“Diane was proud of her job as the business manager at Moot Court.”

“She flat out refused everything that I offered. She didn’t wanna quit her job or have my baby or stay home to a new mama or nothing with me, anymore. She for some weird-ass reason wanted to be with Erik, a married man.”

“But you saw Erik and Diane together first at the Baltic Coral Gables Hotel. You were…”

“…willing to forget and forgive. I fall head over heels in love with Diane in law school then she graduated, working long hours as a will and trust lawyer.”

“She wanted more.”

“And I wanted less.”

“And Diane got the book end of your wicked deal. Let’s see. You hired the spies. You fired the wife. You purchased the apartment rental for your shared furniture, the storage facility for the remaining furniture, and then paid for the car tires, coming all from your legal bank account. The prosecution is going to be knocking on your front door, Brody.”

“Naw, Diane didn’t have any money for an apartment rental to live in Miami, a storage facility for all the furniture, or the set of new car tires. I was loving husband, giving her the benefit of my lasting hate.” He laughed.

She shook her curls with a confused brow. “I’m still befuddled, Brody. Why did Diane steal the gems, not keeping them for herself? There are some hefty diamonds, such as, emeralds, rubies, and precious stones, selling for her expensive defense, now.”

“I stole these gems,” he laughed.

She gasped. “What? Why, Brody?”

“To remember Veronica, in case my evil plot failed.”

“But Veronica didn’t kill her husband.”

“It looked bad with a tall blonde girl, fleeing the murder scene in a wedding dress, driving a popular black foreign two-seater sports car, coming from the murdered husband.”

“You took a big chance that police department wouldn’t have penned all that on Veronica.”

“Naw! I was there at Photo Shop, the modeling agency owned by Felix Lightsey. I parked my new sports car inside the alleyway, scaring some cats and big gopher rats. I thought cats ate rats.”

“Not the size of dolphins here! This is the hot sizzling tropics of South Florida. Everything grows up both big and mean around here in Miami.”

He nodded. “And, Diane was there, too.”

She gasped. “Diane, you are shitting on me?”

“Naw.”

“You killed Felix Lightsey.”

“Nay, girl! I did not. Diane killed poor Felix. I arrived about fifteen minutes before Veronica left the Photo Shop for home and then slipped all the gem stones into the rear seat of her sports car behind the driver’s seat. She wouldn’t have seem them or guessed that they were there.”

She smiled. “O. I get it. The emerald gems had Diane’s finger prints. You give a bread crumb to the Coral Gables police to swing a police stick at Diane.”

“Yeah! But, the police stick wasn’t big enough, whacking down Diane’s door. I needed more.”

She exhaled. “Wait! You broke into Veronica’s sports car. How did you do that? No, that’s not right. There wasn’t a police report filed by Veronica on a break-in or a broken car window or a broken key lock.”

He nodded with a smile. “I used her spare car keys.”

She shook her curls with a puzzled brow. “I’m still befuddled, Brody.”

He nodded. “Background datum, I hired my resources on June second on Sunday night, right after we came back from Diane’s high school class reunion. I was suspicious of Erik but more suspicious of Diane. I needed hard cold evidence to divorce her ass with my resources. And my resources found it and all kinds of other sewer rat shit.”

She gasped. “That’s illegal.”

He smiled. “Not for a private dick in a sorry-ass adultery rap for a sorry-ass wife, who fucks another married man.”

She smiled. “Ah, suspicion then angry…”

“….and then revenge…”’

“…served hot in South Florida.”

He reached and popped her bicep with a grin and a chuckle, “Busted! You read the Quartet e-novels by ipam, too, Sis.”

She giggled. “Whatever!”

“I successfully opened the car door and then dumped the gem stones down into the floor board, waiting for Veronica to finish her third job of paid work. She pranced down the steps like a pretty pony, zooming like a rocket ship to her car. She gots lots of energy, Sis. At night, we…”

“The fairy tale, Brody,” she exhaled.

He laughed. “Yeah, yeah, she slid into the leather seat, ignited the engine and then backed out of the parking space. Veronica dashed home and of course discovered Erik dead. Veronica had swing a left turn in her car onto Salzedo Street for home, when a second sports car zoomed right into her parking spot underneath the bright overhead lights, shushing the mango fruit and hulls on the wheels. I watched Diane leap like a tiger from her car, leaving the damn door open. She was dressed in solid black cat suit, trucking up the steps in her white sneakers. Then, I hear a silent pow, pow, and pow from a silencer of a hand gun. She killed Felix Lightsey in cold blood inside the modeling studio. I was absolutely shocked and stunned.”

“You said that Erik and Diane plotted to murder Veronica in cold-blood, so they also plotted to murder Felix.”

“Think, Sis! Why? What in hell for? Then, I recalled hiding inside the archway of the garage door as their loud voices echoed from the darkened hallway, coming from the second garage space. Diane robbed Erik of his personal weapon, since that was the original plan. Erik would come home from working late, as always, walk into the hallway and find Veronica dead, who would have been murdered in cold-blood. He got her out of the way, got the golden table, and got to marry Diane. However, that plot didn’t plot.”

She frowned. “You’re so dramatic, Brody.”

“Diane and Erik didn’t even yell and scream at each other. There was not any cat fighting, only soft whispers, echoing around an empty house. Then it was very, very quiet. I actually thought maybe that they had figured out that I was hiding inside the second garage or saw the exact model car of Veronica’s car across the street on the grass strip. But they were just staring at each other, mind fucking each other. Then I heard Erik say something about her stealing his gun on his body. Erik had a silly shoulder hostler underneath his business suit jacket, keeping the gun close and secure.

“Diane was bare footed each and every time as she entered the Seamus house, leaving no designer pump prints, only foot prints. The maid cleaning service cleaned up, each day. That’s why I didn’t hear any more word exchange between Erik and Diane. She silently padded to him then stole his gun. But I did hear Diane say that she was taking the gun from Erik, because she didn’t want him to kill her with it. Then Diane silently padded on naked feet out the back yard, using the rear door. Her apartment was located on the street above Erik’s house.”

She smiled. “Ah! You had arranged for Diane’s living quarters, when you presented the divorce papers. I briefly saw Diane on moving day from your house. She was yelling and screaming at the poor movers with her vented angry and fighting fury. She didn’t see me or acknowledge me, when I picked up the divorce papers. But Erik had witnessed her signing the D-paperwork.”

“I figured, as much, too. I got lucky, finding a vacant apartment complex right on the Coral Gables city street above Erik’s house. I really didn’t mean to do that, but the apartment was both cheap and empty. And Diane got to catnap between her fucking sex acts of two married men,” he laughed.

She shook her curls with a puzzled brow. “I’m still befuddle, Brody. Why did Diane kill poor Felix?”

“I was her husband, not her psychiatrist. She used Erik’s gun, maybe going to frame Erik for the murder. Don’t shitting know! Don’t fucking care like Sawyer! Diane went totally loco crazy when she found out that Erik wasn’t going to carry out the death execution of Veronica.”

“Why? Or what changed Erik’s mind?”

“Erik really wanted that damn golden table with millions upon millions of US dollars inside his new upcoming and anticipated multiply bank accounts. Erik was slick, courting Diane as a stool pigeon, using Juan to set up Veronica as a slut. Then he filed the D-papers as a broken-hearted man from his mean-spirited wife. And then, he witnessed that Diane could shoot a gun, steady good aim. Erik was a lousy marksman with the hand gun. He was the one that couldn’t hit the side of high school gymnasium. Erik carefully plotted every step of the cold-blood murder but messed up. Well actually, Diane messed up. She wasn’t a very good lawyer. And ironically, she was a will and real estate attorney. Diane forgot about drawing attention to a single sheet of pink paper, the pre-nuptial agreement that had been signed by Veronica, stating that she received all her property back, if there was a final divorce.”

She nodded. “Erik left all estate items, such as, the house, the land, the furniture, and the forty three dollars and fifty nine cents bank account to his biological sister in Doral.”

“Yes,” nodded Brody. “The property items inside Veronica’s pre-nuptial agreement listed her possessions during their engagement period as a bed mattress. Erik dumped, before Veronica moved into the house. A sofa, Erik dumped, also. A small table and four chairs, Erik dumped, too. The only items, coming into Erik’s house was Veronica, his married wife, her clothing obviously, and her beautiful gem stones inside a heavy glass table. The table was found, brought, and purchased by Veronica. Veronica told me a funny story about that glass table. I’ll tell you, later, Sis.

“On the date of July twenty fourth, Erik’s sleazy lawyer-pal called Erik at work via my resources with a recorded message, since Erik talked on his cell phone all the damn time. The lawyer-pal told Erik that the divorce papers were mailed yesterday and probably at the house, sitting inside the mailbox. The lawyer-pal actually told Erik not to return to home, because his crazy wife would get mad and probably kill him. All recorded by my resources between the two men for their evil fun. Anyways, the lawyer-pal reviewed the divorce papers and inquired about the pre-nuptial agreement of Veronica, confirming the authenticity. Then the lawyer-pal reminded Erik that Veronica would receive her clothing, her cash bank accounts, her gem stones, and her glass table.”

She smiled. “Bingo!”

“Bingo was his name. O. Erik wanted table. Table belonged to Veronica. So Erik smashed Veronica’s death plot which had been scheduled for that evening inside his house around five o’clock, before her modeling job. He calls Diane and tells her, it is off but not who, what, why, where, and how. Or hate you, babe. Good ridden!”

She frowned, “O.”

“Diane stalks and watches for Erik then sneaks over from her rented apartment above his street, using the lawn bushes. She possesses one of many of Erik’s house keys too and stolen by her too during the robbery on July fourth. That’s when I stole for me a house key and a set of Veronica’s spare car keys. Because, my resources told me that the robbery was going to happen, since Erik had arranged that too during our paradise trip to the Bahamas Erik was slick. He had a great alibi.”

She parted the lips. “My gawd! Erik was going to claim a break-in robbery into his house that also killed his wife. Unbelievable….”

“…evil, Sis.”

“And the missing wedding dress?”

“It ain’t missing, Sis. The smart Coral Gables police detective Addison will find it with a legal search warrant inside a rented storage unit with all of Diane’s other legal possessions hidden in moving boxes.”

“And they will find your hairy DNA on that wedding dress, too, Brody.”

He nodded with a laugh. “And I was married to the bitch, officer. Of course, they will find my hairy DNA and my dried DNA sperm. We fucked in that dress on the wedding night, the day after, and the day after that, and lots of days, after that.”

“And who plotted the cold-blooded murder?”

“I’m the master. Erik was the dumb shit apprentice that couldn’t apprentice nothing but death for himself. And the Coral Gables district attorney Mercedes is a highly intelligence woman. Don’t ever cross her, sis!”

She exhaled. “I have had too much kitty cat fights with her and lost.” They laughed. She said. “I understand that you plotted your plan. And then, you dropped a set of bread crumbs, but a little birdie had to follow all your scattered bread crumbs to come to the conclusion that Diane was the mysterious murderess, not Veronica. Tell, Brody! Who was your inside man inside the Coral Gables police department?”

Brody turned and stared at the trash cans above her hair roots with a laugh.

She parted her lips, staring at his smile. “My gawd! You charmed that sassy little police detective into accepting your rat-tattle information, Addison. One day, she will become a great attorney, based on her lawyering abilities during her solo presentation at Moot Court, yesterday.”

He looked down with a smile and shook a skull at her smile. “Naw! Her police partner named Keel.”

She frowned. “Beg pardon! Why would Keel trust you or your secretive information, Brody? Honestly, you both hail from totally different backgrounds. He was jailing Veronica. You were saving Veronica. Did you know him from our local high school? I don’t really remember a Keel Palma.”

“First, I wasn’t her lawyer. You were. Second, I didn’t know Keel, either.”

“Then why did he meet with you at all?”

“We met in the boot store. You can always trust a man, who wears your particular brand of cowboy boots.”

“Jeezus, Brody, you never cease to amaze me, since you based your murder plot on a single solo bullet painted in girly hot pink finger polish. How did you get the hot pink tipped colored bullet?”

“Gun range, I trucked all four of us out there on July thirteen. I volunteered to entertain and shoot with Veronica. One, for my fun and two, to get her away from Erik, it worked of course. Since Erik and Diane wanted to pal around like two high school farts. I just keep one of Veronica’s personally hand painted hot pink bullets within one of multiple ammo magazines. I counted on Erik to act and react like a dumb shit. He brought a loaded gun and all his weapon ammo to the Thrill Kill Gun Range, which is against the rules.”

“So you stole a magazine. Then you placed a single bullet inside Diane’s new hot pink hand bag. I remembered when she got that for her birthday, showing it off that day.”

He shook a skull. “Then it went into the deep dark third guest bedroom wardrobe closet on the floor.”

She bumped his bicep. “How did you know that Diane would bring her five thousand pink tinted ostrich skinned hand bag to the Moot Court, yesterday?”

He smiled. “She was flagging and flaunting against me. She knew I would be there with my family members, since we provided the money, keeping the Moot Court operating.”

She nodded. “You’re right. She was there with the pink hand bag and if she,” exhaling. “Man, you took a big chance, Brody, all the way around planet Earth.”

“The son of bitch had been planning some type of murder plot against Veronica, since the day, they married, Sis. Veronica told me that glass table was her fourth purchase, after buying a bed mattress, a sofa, and a low table. She got her items at the auction house on Ponce de Leon Drive. Well, she accidentally stumbled upon the glass top, literally. She was stomping through a narrow aisle, when her cowgirl boot toe rammed into a black table leg then her big breasts hit the glass surface, stopping her from falling on the floor. The table saved her life,” chuckling. His sister frowned. He smiled. “Okay, Veronica fell across the table and liked the feel. Okay, she didn’t trip over the table leg. She liked the table. Turns out, the table wasn’t selling. No one wanted a jewelry display case. So Veronica got it for hundred bucks. And the auctioneer delivered the eye sore for free to Veronica’s small apartment in the Gables.”

“The golden table, how did Erik know?”

He nodded. “My theory, the flip level is a thin black hairpin post. If you didn’t know the secret location, you couldn’t find in the dark, in the sunlight, or with God’s help. Erik must’ve been trying to find the flip level and then used a knife, probably a steak knife from the kitchen. Since, Erik was a city wussie. The steak knife accidentally sliced part of the black paint from the true base of solid gold, looking for the thin black hairpin to open the glass lid. He got tomcat curiosity with the shiny gleaming golden yellowish base and then sliced off more black paint. Erik carried the black sample to a friend at the University. Hell, I should know. I did the exact same thing. Since me and Diane spent every Sunday afternoon with Erik and Veronica. Shit, Erik and Diane were probably fucking inside his sports car during their grocery run for one six-pack of cold beer cans, a cheap wine bottle, and a quart of vanilla ice cream, while Veronica and I cleaned the kitchen from lunch.”

“You didn’t fuck on Veronica in the absence of hubby and wifey?”

He shook a skull with a sour frown. “Naw, I was married man, Sis. I took my marriage vows, very seriously. My buddy at Miami-Dade University in the chemistry department told me the black substance smeared all over the four table legs was mica paint flakes, probably to cover up some badly damaged wood. When I told him the object was gold, then he told me that gold was indestructible. Therefore, the black paint could be peeled away like an orange skin.”

She nodded. “So the paperwork that was not referenced inside Moot Court from one of Erik’s many safe boxes around the city of Miami was his own research about the black paint and golden table, too,” gasping. “I am missing something in your murder confession.”

He frowned. “What are you missing?”

She exhaled. “On the day of Erik’s murder, you were hiding inside the second garage on the other side of the house, listening. Erik came home, walking from the unlocked garage door within that dark hallway. Diane came through the rear door with her stolen house key from Erik’s house, padding on naked feet. Diane met Erik a little bit inside the darken hallway. So you waited until Diane left the house and killed Erik in cold murder inside the darken hallway. I was the lawyer for Veronica. I saw the layout of the house and the bloody spot on the floor inside the hallway. You killed him in the late afternoon with the blinking sun in the west. The front door faces west. There is a very long, long window with the curtains pulled for the sun to enter and shine down onto the glass table, where all of Veronica’s jewelry was displayed for all eyeballs. Thus, you had to steal the gems first, before you killed Erik, since you would have had any time to do so afterwards.”

“I did indeed.” He nodded with a chuckle. “Good job, Sis. You should be a criminal lawyer.”

She reached over and slapped his naked arm with a hiss. “Smart ass, so why didn’t Diane see that the gems were all missing but the black pearls?”

He smiled. “The afternoon sun was shining down them gem stones. Diane was blinded by love, Sis. She entered through the rear door and approached the hallway, smiling and flirting and mind fucking a married man, the face of Erik.”

She nodded with a sigh. “Diane was blinked by love. I believe that. She probably looked at the glass table but it didn’t register within her puppy love of Erik. So why didn’t Eric see the missing gems?”

He laughed. “He was blinded by walls inside the hallway. And he was blinded by greed. Plus he didn’t walk that far into the foyer from the hallway. However, if he had done so, then he would have seen the missing gems immediately. Then I would have to…”

“No.”

“Yes.”

She gasped. “Naw.”

“Yup.

She gasped, “Brody?”

“Yeah! I was ready to snick out the laundry room. It was a locked door with a set of seven duplicate keys on the exhibited Wall of Keys. I would have stolen one, if I had to implement a fast escape from both Erik and Diane.”

She laughed. “First, you would have seem, running from a robbery of Erik’s house. Two, I am happy that you didn’t want to commit two murders.”

He shook a skull. “I disagree, Sis. A big girl in a long white wedding dress with a head of long blonde hair would have been seen in the yard of Erik. The neighbors would think that it was Veronica coming home from a break. I would have strolled, not ran from the laundry room and side lawn. I would have slowly left, not sped away inside the duplicate black sports car. And there would have no dead body or bodies, Sis. I only planned to kill Eric, not Diane.”

She frowned. “So if you had almost been discovered by Eric and Diane and then you had ran away from the house and not committed a murder…”

He turned and scanned the street and the lawns of his neighbors for any people with a sour frown and looked at his sister. “You can stop announcing that to the fucking world, Sis. Since the real murderess is behind a set of non-escapable steels bars inside the Women’s Correctional Facility in Miami Springs for a double murder of Erik Seamus and Felix Lightsey…”

She tossed both palms with a smile. “Okay, right, hear my criminal mind speak. If Eric had seen the missing gems first, he would have suspected you or Diane. Both of you had visited his home on numerous occasions, since June first.”

He nodded with a smile, “Great lawyers thinks alike, Sis! I had thought about that too. When I had escaped unharmed and not arrested by the police from both a pair of alive and breathing Erik and Diane, Veronica would have come home from her modeling to find all the missing gems at nine o’clock at night. Then Eric would have been home from work too and proclaimed another house robbery, but he would have fingered Diane as the jewelry robber.”

She frowned. “That is most illogical, Brody.”

He laughed. “Naw, it is the most logically for a greedy son of a bitch. One, Eric wanted the glass table, not Diane. He was willing to toss Diane underneath the rolling bus for murder one, since she was going to fire the real gun and kill his wife Veronica. A simple home invasion was a minor offense, but it would have ruined the law career of Diane. She of course would have confessed to the police about the plotted murder of his wife Veronica. But Eric had proof of Diane’s sexual craziness feelings with the Swapping Club printed and signed letters and all the recorded fucking ass times of mutual intercourse. And I would have stepped up and confessed to the police that Diane was crazy in love with Eric, too.

She gasped. “But Eric would have been free and clear of any premeditated murder that Diane would have certainly been stating with truth, without justice. Diane would have been arrested and ruined for life.”

“I am still speaking with my criminal mind, Sis.”

She nodded with a smile. “Go ahead, please, sir.”

He said. “Two, the divorce papers were in the mail, coming to his mailbox. He wanted the glass table, not his wife Veronica. He could not stop that physical delivery of the papers, but he could have batted his own return with something like this to his wife Veronica. Eric and Diane were both involved in the Swapping Club, in turn, his sexual love acts made crazy sexual minded Diane fall in madly in love with him. So, Eric would fib something like Diane had threatened to harm his wife, if he didn’t file for divorce and marry her or some other lying bull shit sentence of wrong words.”

She frowned. “Then Eric would not have been a suspect of stealing the gem or plotting a murder, but he would have definitely really been divorced from Veronica. She would have not believed that horse shit, Brody.”

He smiled. “Three, Veronica loved her husband Eric. She would have been appalled at the sex acts of Eric and Diane and confused about the simple robbery. But the gem stones would have been found inside the rental storage unit that belonged to Diane, thus proofing Eric’s fibbing theory. Then, Veronica would have been suspicious of Eric but still married.”

She nodded. “So Eric would have fucked over Diane twice with the gems and the sex letters and still kept a wife that he didn’t love, because he loved the glass table.”

“Right, your criminal mind is working in overtime. Fourth, Erick loved the glass table, not his wife Veronica. He would have blamed it on the gems as the prime reason for the robbery inside the house. Then his wife Veronica would have felt emotionally guilty. Then…”

“…he would have offered to purchase a wall safe…”

“Or a bigger and better real jewelry case to display all her grandmother’s jewelry inside the foyer. Then Eric would bring inside his house a new jewelry case and carry away the simple glass table with four long legs of pure gold, becoming a multi-millionaire…”

“Then he would have carried out the real divorce plan, leaving Veronica with nothing but heartache.”

He exhaled with a nod. “Eric was a greedy bastard.”

She frowned. “That’s a brilliant criminal explanation, Brody. And it all ended the same way.”

He frowned. “How’s that, Sis?”

“Diane was screwed and fucked over a few times, landing in jail. Veronica was alone and out of a marriage, either divorce or widower. Eric was a greedy bastard.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I like the way your criminal mind thinks. Now, I see why you lose all your criminal cases for our law firm, Sis.”

She reached and slapped his arm with sour frown. “How in the hell did you figure out to place the single hot pink fingernail polish bullet into that coin purse? A bullet is very, very small. Detective Addison could have missed it during the Moot Court and then Veronica would be heading to the death chamber in Tallahassee for murder one. That handbag has numerous other accessories, where to hide and loose a tiny bullet.”

He exhaled. “I got lucky, Sis. I figured out that I could hide one of Eric’s bullets inside her five thousand dollar handbag, since she never used it. Then I would bait her into using it. Diane was already paranoid and high strung and nervousness with her numerous sexual encounters with two married men. I could have say to Diane that Eric liked the color of hot pink and then the bag would have been used or some other shit lie. The truth is. One early morning, after she left for work, I grabbed the thing from inside the closet, looking inside and examined each accessory compartment. Yup, I found the real key into Eric’s house that was hidden inside the coin change purse. Then everything made sense to me, including her missed suppers, her missed telephone calls, and her midnight home arrivals, not missing her real husband. Diane was in love and fucking Eric inside his house, a married man. My heart was broken, Sis.”

She shook her curls. “I don’t understand. Why didn’t Diane find the single bullet you had placed inside the coin purse?”

“Diane was not a bright lawyer, Sis. She probably saw it inside the coin purse, reaching inside for the key to Eric’s house for another fucking date and thought of Eric within her puppy love sick mind. She said inside the Moot Court that Eric was nervous about the gun and the bullets and had given some to her. I believed the words of Diane inside the Moot Court. During our run gun shooting, Diane probably was handling some of his hot pink fingernail polished bullets and dropped one or two her pocket or into her purse, thinking nothing of it. By the way, the lousy hot pink fingernail paint job on the butt end of each bullet was done by Veronica for her love for Eric.”

“I agree that Diane was not too bright as a criminal either. She had hidden her hot pink coin purse underneath the brushes of the shallow waters on Biscayne Bay with the biting iguanas and then told Addison that information. Addison found it, of course. Why would she do that?”

He exhaled. “Diane was blinded by the love of Eric, tossing the coin purse into the ocean like tossing her wounded heart. I guess she thought the ocean waves would carry it out and down into the depths of water to never be found like her wounded heart after his death. That could have happened, I guess.”

She frowned. “The tide did not touch that fine ostrich leather. The coin purse and the key and the bullet were found and tied directly to Diane, poor girl. She might find a good lawyer or be her own criminal lawyer, but it will help or win her legal case.”

He exhaled with a nod. “Yeah, a single physical piece of evidence is hard to dispute or cover up like a body or a letter or a key.”

She nodded. “Yeah, the police found the other physical evidence in the format of pictures, articles, and scientific laboratory analysis results from the black paint inside the bank safety box and related back to the glass table. It was very obvious that Eric was masterminding something against Veronica and her glass table. Hey, that woman named Tawana is loose and fancy freed, now. And his sister Erica is being investigated on insurance fraud.”

“Good job, Sis. And my resources…”

“You ain’t Ace Attila Smith, Brody.”

“I like that e-novel Gem by ipam, too, Sis.” He smiled. “My resources that were hired to tail and tattle about Diane also accidentally included Erik. Erik always shared his sleazy information with Diane about everything like a dick-head. With everything say and done, I really believe within my heart that Erik used and abused Diane. He had been looking for a scapegoat to murder Veronica, then poor stupid Diane came stumbling along from Erik’s past on the night of the high school class reunion.”

She smiled. “Ah, you did love Diane, seeing through Erik’s faint and fake façade.”

“Erik had a good life with a great wife. He was so blind and greedy, wanting something greater.” Brody shook a skull. “That golden table is worth millions upon millions. All Erik had to do was cut off little chunks of the table legs and sell them to the highest bidder. Rich, fast!”

She frowned. “Why did you take all the gems but the collection of black pearls?

“I wanted to remind the police that they were looking for a killer with a black heart.”

“Is Veronica going to sell the golden table?”

“Naw, she keeps her grandmother’s jewelry in there. We placed in the one of the guest bedrooms for now. She’s still tender hearted about the entire Moot Court and the non-mooted outcome.”

“I’m still befuddled, Brody.”

“You use that word, a lot, Sis,” he laughed. “As my own marriage was turning into horse shit, I found my wandering eyeballs admiring Veronica. Erik was a complete shit ass, divorcing his pretty, smart, and sexy wife. Well, I get the ‘bestest’ of both worlds a sweet wife and a sweeter marriage.”

“You killed a man.”

He smiled. “I beat the killer to the punch line, Sis.”

She frowned. “Erik didn’t have a gun.”

“And Veronica didn’t have a chance.”

“Touché,” she whispered.

He looked down with a smile at his naked toes. “I slowly fell in love with Veronica and swiftly fell out of love with Diane, Sis.”

She smiled at his hair roots. “You call her, Diane, now.”

He looked up with a smirk. “I call her, bitch-criminal, to our mom and dad.” They laughed.

“I wish you good luck, brother.” She leaned over and hugged him.

Brody pulled back with a smile and a nod, “Naw, Sis! I didn’t need it. God has blessed me twice as good.”

 

 

A South Florida ending


Sunn Burnn

Classical mystery murder with blood proteins, bloody guts, and who done it theories Diane Lopez is an active lawyer and the new business manager for Moot Court, a make-believe court of law for studious law students at the Miami-Dade University School of Law. For the annual Moot Law International Competition in the metro city of Miami with the US State of Florida, Diane has chosen an active, live, and on-going police investigation of the cold-blooded murderess Veronica Seamus. The active murder case has been approved by the Moot Court Board. The beautiful blonde headed bitch killed her husband Erik inside their home on a hot sizzling heated Miami summer's night. During the cat fight competition inside a fake court of law, a set of two opposing Florida law schools composed of bold and eager law students will present a set of fake eye witnesses and then debate the guilt or the innocence of murderess Veronica, before the true legal murder trial is heard before the public next month.

  • ISBN: 9781370412402
  • Author: Ipam
  • Published: 2016-12-27 14:50:15
  • Words: 105585
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