standing directly behind me. Spinning on my heel, I vehemently spit the words out at her.
“Love you? Now I know that there is something seriously wrong with you Emelie. I don't love you, I love Isabel. She is more of a woman than you have been or will ever be.”
A tainted smile returns as she cocks her head to one side, deliberating her next words before she begins to laugh.
“You mean the Isabel that is damaged goods. The Isabel who repulsed her husband so much, he couldn't bare to sleep with her. The Isabel who seriously let her children down and is now so desperate...”
The sound from the honed slap I give her, echoes around the room. Instinctively she brings her palm up, to soothe the heated reddening of her cheek. And yet again, the heinous sneer reappears as she calmly speaks.
“Thank you Marc. You have just added another bruise to affirm my case as to why I had to kill Stefano. I am sure they, the authorities will see that it was all done in self defence. I have enough unsuspecting witnesses, to the whole evening, that will back up what I will tell them. Unless you want your sordid little secret to come out, you want your new lady friend and her children to live a tortured life, I suggest you back up my story and hand over the money. The battering and attempted rape of a woman by her husband, will be one that has all of the evidence it needs to be a winning case for me and I will be rid of him in the process.”
A decisive knocking on the door of the exclusive suite interrupts what I was about to say in reply to her. I am just as baffled as Emelie as to who it could be. Unless a neighbouring patron at the hotel has overheard the commotion caused by Emelie and already telephoned the police or security.
“Marc you have to answer it. If we are to see this through properly, to make sure no-one else gets hurt, then you need to be a good man and play along. I don't want to afflict anything more upon those poor boys, but if I have to play it dirty, I will.”
Another persistent and impatient knock is heard, so I nod my head and retreat to the door. On opening it, I am yet again stunned to silence, as standing in the hallway is my father and what I assume to be four secret service personnel, maybe even FBI. I have no doubt in my mind, that these won't be the only ones in the hotel. Who is to say how many others there are incognito, on a state of alert, downstairs or outside. A wave of relief and confusion passes over me. However I cannot find my voice to ask how, so I stand aside to allow him and his men to enter the room.
“Good evening Dr Acerbi. I'm Edward Sanders and I must thank you on being so forthcoming in what you have just disclosed and said to my son, Marc. I am sure the recorded evidence we now have, will go along way in making sure that justice is served and that you receive the mandatory life sentence for the murder of your husband, as well the other charges that have already been decided to be put against you.”
My father's 'taking no shit' attitude, makes for a warm welcome into the room. As per usual, he is straight to the point and getting the job done, hence why he surpasses any other professional in his line of work. Listening to what he has just said, answers the unasked questions. I expect that there are listening devices or bugs as they call them, strewn all over this room. To the naked eye though, they would be very hard to spot. Two of father's henchmen, backup, stride wittingly across to Emelie. In complete silence they cuff her and then escort her from the room. For the first time, I have seen her speechless. What can she say in her defence? All of what she had concocted together, has been blown out of the window by her verbally explaining it. She has basically hung herself.
Not wanting to stay in the cold room any longer, I coolly walk out, leaving behind what was, once my best friend. I do have a dull ache in my heart, when I think of
“Love you? Now I know that there is something seriously wrong with you Emelie. I don't love you, I love Isabel. She is more of a woman than you have been or will ever be.”
A tainted smile returns as she cocks her head to one side, deliberating her next words before she begins to laugh.
“You mean the Isabel that is damaged goods. The Isabel who repulsed her husband so much, he couldn't bare to sleep with her. The Isabel who seriously let her children down and is now so desperate...”
The sound from the honed slap I give her, echoes around the room. Instinctively she brings her palm up, to soothe the heated reddening of her cheek. And yet again, the heinous sneer reappears as she calmly speaks.
“Thank you Marc. You have just added another bruise to affirm my case as to why I had to kill Stefano. I am sure they, the authorities will see that it was all done in self defence. I have enough unsuspecting witnesses, to the whole evening, that will back up what I will tell them. Unless you want your sordid little secret to come out, you want your new lady friend and her children to live a tortured life, I suggest you back up my story and hand over the money. The battering and attempted rape of a woman by her husband, will be one that has all of the evidence it needs to be a winning case for me and I will be rid of him in the process.”
A decisive knocking on the door of the exclusive suite interrupts what I was about to say in reply to her. I am just as baffled as Emelie as to who it could be. Unless a neighbouring patron at the hotel has overheard the commotion caused by Emelie and already telephoned the police or security.
“Marc you have to answer it. If we are to see this through properly, to make sure no-one else gets hurt, then you need to be a good man and play along. I don't want to afflict anything more upon those poor boys, but if I have to play it dirty, I will.”
Another persistent and impatient knock is heard, so I nod my head and retreat to the door. On opening it, I am yet again stunned to silence, as standing in the hallway is my father and what I assume to be four secret service personnel, maybe even FBI. I have no doubt in my mind, that these won't be the only ones in the hotel. Who is to say how many others there are incognito, on a state of alert, downstairs or outside. A wave of relief and confusion passes over me. However I cannot find my voice to ask how, so I stand aside to allow him and his men to enter the room.
“Good evening Dr Acerbi. I'm Edward Sanders and I must thank you on being so forthcoming in what you have just disclosed and said to my son, Marc. I am sure the recorded evidence we now have, will go along way in making sure that justice is served and that you receive the mandatory life sentence for the murder of your husband, as well the other charges that have already been decided to be put against you.”
My father's 'taking no shit' attitude, makes for a warm welcome into the room. As per usual, he is straight to the point and getting the job done, hence why he surpasses any other professional in his line of work. Listening to what he has just said, answers the unasked questions. I expect that there are listening devices or bugs as they call them, strewn all over this room. To the naked eye though, they would be very hard to spot. Two of father's henchmen, backup, stride wittingly across to Emelie. In complete silence they cuff her and then escort her from the room. For the first time, I have seen her speechless. What can she say in her defence? All of what she had concocted together, has been blown out of the window by her verbally explaining it. She has basically hung herself.
Not wanting to stay in the cold room any longer, I coolly walk out, leaving behind what was, once my best friend. I do have a dull ache in my heart, when I think of
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