“No…no. I was born in ’79. But that is the only….” I pause. I am breathing so hard. The sight of my chest raising and lowering has a meditative effect on me. I stare at the picture. I focus on the baby.
“Sari?” Brad gently says my name to get my attention.
“It’s another baby. My mom had another baby?” My mouth asks a question but my mind is sure.
“There is only one way to find out.” States Brad with very little reaction to my revelation.
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Mark drives his late model Honda Accord 110 miles per hour east on I-94. The car rattles from the dangerous speed. Sweat rolls down his clenched jaw. He loosens his tie for air. Even then he still feels he is suffocating. His whole world is about to come crashing down around him. He cannot let this happen. He will not.
Ainslie and Clara are unfortunate causalities but he thinks he can conceal the truth behind their deaths. Sari is all that matters to him. He loves her beyond true love. They have everything they have ever dreamed of and together they will their desired future.
Damn Detective Brad Callahan. Mark sighs. His foot presses hard on the gas pedal. The speed is his release. Brad is planting seeds in Sari’s head. Mark’s stepfather warned him about cops. They are fucks, his stepfather would say. Cops will shit on whoever whenever just to get what they want. Brad Callahan is surely no exception. He has wanted Sari since the day they met. Mark is certain of this. You lose Brad, Mark giggles menacingly to himself, my office trumps your badge any day of the fucking week.
The downtown skyline comes into Mark’s view. He holds his own stare in the rearview mirror. “Think! Think you jackass! Think!” he yells. His stomach is in knots trying to figure out his next move. He reaches into his suit jacket for his cell phone. There is only one person to call. Make that two people. Marcy first.
“Marce, thank god you are there.” Mark suddenly feels a sense of control. “Yes, it’s horrific. Listen….Marcy please stop talking. It is awful. I know. But I need you to… Marcy, shut your face! I need you dig up Ed Hayes’ file. All of it. Why???? WHY??? Because I said so. Just do it! I don’t care where it is or how long it is going to take you. Get it done!”
An irksome vibe settles on Mark. Why would Marcy resist locating Ed Hayes’ file? She always does as she is told without question or comment.
Mark cracks his neck. He is obviously being paranoid. His next phone call will help to calm his nerves.
“Dan, it’s me. I know you know what is happening. Call me back. I need your help.” Mark flips his phone shut. He hurls it as hard as he can against the dashboard.
“FUUUCK!” His screams until his throat is raw.
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