DARK SECRET is a short story about what happens when everyone wants what they want. But, no one considers the consequences. DARK SECRET is in the realm of my books in The Ripple Series—suspense and intrigue. I’ll bring all the parts of DARK SECRET to you in the next week, or so. I’ll introduce you to some interesting characters, to my writing and to one of the many stories that I will bring you. Enjoy DARK SECRET-PART 5.
THE TAXI STOPPED AT the end of the driveway. Tim gave the driver a twenty for a fourteen dollar fare and told him to keep the change. The driver thanked him and waited for Tim to exit his taxi. Tim closed the door and waved as the taxi drove off.
Tim carried his carry-on bag up the steep driveway. He stopped at his wife’s SUV and put his hand on the hood. It was cold. He took a deep breath and exhaled and headed for the front door of the house.
He stood at the front door and leaned back and looked to his left and right at the windows. Curtains were over them. The house was dark. He expected a light to be on inside. It was three-thirty in the morning. It should be dark, he thought.
His hand shook as he put the key in the lock. It was a bit chilly. But it was also warmer than normal for that time of year. He pushed the door open and went inside and turned on the lights. He closed the door and stood near it. It was quiet. He was not use to the house being so quiet. The heat was off. When it was on it was loud. The house was a little cool. Normally she would have it warm, he thought.
He walked quietly down the foyer. Not wanting to wake her. He turned on the light in the family room and stopped. It was too quiet. He looked around and continued down the hallway. The carpet seemed difficult to walk on. Each step felt as if he was sinking into the floor. His feet suddenly felt like deadweight. Like cinder blocks were attached to them. His heart beat quickened. His breathing was laborious. He hesitated to go forward. Several times he told himself to keep moving.
He got to the bedroom and looked in. Light from the hallway barely lit the inside of the room. But it was enough for him to see. His wife lay naked on the bed on her stomach. Her legs splayed far apart. One leg from the calf down hung off the bed. She did not look normal. She did not look like herself. That was not how she slept.
He swallowed hard. He wanted to say her name. But he could not get it out.
Unable to call out her name he walked up to her with his head cocked. He stopped a few feet away from the foot of the bed. He turned his head to the side to avoid looking at her. Slowly he leaned forward and reached out and took hold of her foot and lifted it. Her foot was limp. He shook it. She did not respond. He shook it again. It moved as if there were no bones in it. Panicked, he let go of it. It dropped to the bed.
He dropped his bag and half-closed his eyes and backed out of the room. Once in the hallway, he ran back to the front door and snatched it open and ran outside.
He took his cell phone from his pocket and dialed nine-one-one. The operator answered and asked what his emergency was. “My wife’s dead,” he said, crying. The operator asked him what happened to her. “I just got home and…walked in. She’s dead. I felt her foot. She’s dead. There’s no movement. She’s laying naked on the…Oh…I…I…She’s dead! I need the police! I need the police!” The operator told him to try and stay calm. She asked if he knew how to do CPR. “She’s dead! I need the police! Help me! Help me! Please!” She asked if he could tell her what happened to her. “I think someone killed her. She would never lie like that. She would never…”
Sirens were coming down his street. Lights were flashing. “Sir,” the operator said. Tim was yelling he needed help. His wife was killed. Someone killed her. “Sir. There’s a car coming to you. They should be to you.” She could hear the sirens in the background. “Do you see them?” Tim was on his knees crying. “Sir. Sir. Can you see them?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I…I think so. I see them. Oh…”
“Stay on the line, sir,” she said. Tim was crying, loudly. “Sir.” Tim sat down on the concrete driveway. His head hung down. His phone fell from his hand.
Three police cruisers drove up his driveway and stopped in the middle of it. Six officers with guns drawn jumped out of the cruisers and rushed toward the house. Tim’s head stayed down as the officers yelled instructions at him. He put his hands up. But he would not look up. One of the officers zipped tied Tim’s hands for his safety and theirs. They thought he could be the owner of the house. But, his lack of identification and cooperation made that hard to determine. One officer thought he may have been in shock. He put Tim in the back of a patrol car and stayed with him. He asked Tim who he was and what happened. Tim would not talk.
Two officers checked the front and back of the house. The other three entered the house. The ambulance arrived a few minutes later. It stopped at the end of the driveway. Two medics rushed up the driveway carrying a gurney and first response equipment.
After securing the house the officers watched the house until two detectives showed up.