Chapter Ninety-One
Fiona’s Point of View:
I feel a little bit better after confessing what happened to Eleanor. I still need to confess to Alex, but I need to sort my head out first.
Eleanor is right about me needing closure and, while planting a memorial tree is a nice idea, I need more.
I need some answers and I know exactly where to get them. No more playing the victim, Fiona. It’s time to get tough.
(The police station)
I took a cab to the police station. Dropping at the entrance, these are the only people who can tell me exactly what happened, what went wrong, and why Alex was shot.
I can do this. I went into the station and some clerks offered me a seat. I waited for what felt like hours, while in reality, it would just be a couple of minutes before the detective, the exact one who shot Alex, came in.
“Miss Lawson, sorry to keep you waiting,” he apologized, walking in.
“What can I do for you?” He added, sitting in front of me.
“I need to know what happened,” I spoke up.
“You were there, Miss Green, you saw what happened,” he replied, folding his hands.
“All I saw was an armed man who had already surrendered, getting shot now.”
“That’s not exactly true, Miss Green. His accomplice, Mr. Elliott Wilson pulled a gun on you if you remember correctly.”
“But Alex told him not to do it. Alex was on his knees with no weapon. Why shoot Alex and not Elliot? Elliot was the one with the gun,” I screamed angrily at him.
“Miss Lawson, I suspect that you are feeling a certain degree of guilt right now over Mr. Alexander’s death. But I can assure you that you have nothing to feel guilty about. Alexander Harrington was a very dangerous man. That’s if Alexander Harrington was his name at all.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“I can assure you that Interpol has been looking for that man for a long time. After taking his gun for fingerprint print and DNA, I can confirm that Mr. Harrington was one of the most wanted men in the United States.”
“Why?”
“His fingerprint and DNA have shown up at many high-profile crime scenes over the last 10 years. We believe that he’s responsible for the death of many people and the armed robbery of many state banks.”
“Who did he kill?”
“That’s irrelevant, but you can rest assured that his death was a victory, not a tragedy.”
“But if you have all this evidence against him, then why hasn’t he been arrested before now?”
“Because we didn’t know he was the same person. Yes, we had his fingerprints and DNA, but they weren’t in the system. Alexander Harrington was very skilled at what he does, what we refer to as a ghost man, and without your help he would have gone uncaught, so we thank you for your help, Miss Lawson.”
James’s Point of View:
I heard a knock on the door, so I went to check who it was, although I was shirtless.
“Hey Eleanor, come in,” I greeted her, opening the door wildly.
“Excuse the lack of clothes, I’m just home from work,” I added, and she smiled as we walked into the living room.
“Where is Abigail?” I asked, placing my hands on my chin.
“I don’t know, I was just calling to check on her, she’s not answering her phone,” she replied.
“I thought you were meeting for lunch?”
“No, she called this morning and asked to make breakfast instead. She was a little upset when she left, that’s why I wanted to check up on her.”
“I cannot deal with this again.”
“Maybe she just went for a walk.”
“Going for a walk would not stop her from answering her phone,” I screamed, and she melted.
Fiona’s Point of View:
“I need to know where he’s buried. I need closure,” I pleaded.
“Unfortunately, I can’t help you there. His body was flown back to his family in the UK for burial.”
“But he doesn’t have any other family. I learned he had grown up in foster care, he told me,” I screamed.
“That’s not true either, Miss Lawson. You will have to accept everything; Mr. Harrington has told you it was probably a lie. He took advantage of your vulnerability and played on your weakness.”
“No. If this is true, then why did Elliot walk free? Surely, he is as big a criminal as Alex!” I raised an eyebrow.
“After a thorough investigation, it was found that Elliot Wilson was merely Mr. Harrington’s driver, but you can rest assured that he will be charged for unlicensed possession of a firearm, but he has no dealings in criminal activities,” he replied, and I smiled.
“Yeah, right. Do you believe that?”
“I’m sorry, Miss Lawson, but that’s as much information as I can give you. You need to get on with your life and stop worrying about this,” he replied, walking away.
Detective’s Point of View:
I walked away to the balcony to meet one of the police officers.
“What did you tell her?” He questions.
“I told her as much as she needed to know. This is a highly confidential operation, we cannot afford anyone finding out,” I replied.
“What now?”
“Now I intend to find out exactly what happened. A police officer was killed, and I won’t stop until I find out who’s responsible!” I fired angrily.
James’s Point of View:
I sat impatiently on the sofa waiting for Fiona as Eleanor just stood staring around.
“I’m sure she will be home soon,” Eleanor reassured her.
“We’ve called everyone, and no one has seen her,” I fired.
“Try not to worry. I’m sure she’s fine.”
“She thinks of no one but herself time and time again.”
“That’s not true, James!”
“It’s true, Eleanor. How hard would it have been for her to let one of us know where she was going, especially after everything that has happened?”
“She’s in a bad position right now.”
(Door opens and closes)
We turned to see Fiona.
“Where the hell have you been?” I fired angrily as Eleanor stood facing the ground and rubbing her arms.
“Excuse me?” She replied, frowning at me.