>Blood - Daniel Licht and Michael C. Hall
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
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Robert stood in the kitchen holding an envelope addressed to Cherry. It had been slipped under the door at some point while he was working in the office, but he wasn't sure when. He was torn between opening it or waiting for her to come home. His curiosity overwhelming him, he was about to tease it open when Cherry walked into the room.
"What do you have there hon?" she asked brightly. Her day had been full, Polly was always so professional and yet funny at the same time. She always had the research done and was so thorough. Today Polly had been quiet, more so than ordinary for her, and had seemed tired and sad when they parted. Cherry had watched Polly drive away into the snowy night, the tail lights being slowly consumed by the snow, which ahd begun to come down heavier while they sat there and chatted in front of the newspaper office.
Robert finally piped up, "A letter was dropped off for you, and it's just killing me, open it up!"
Cherry seemed to take forever taking off her coat and boots, placing her purse carefully down and her suitcase had to go into the bedroom first. After getting all settled in, she got a cup of hot chocolate and sat down on the big sofa, legs tucked under her and to Robert, painfully slowly opened the hand delivered missive. It began:
My Dear Cherry,
It has indeed been a great pleasure working at the newspaper again after so many years in retirement and moving about. The old town is still the same as it was when I was young. However, time has arrived for me to leave you. I can't be there when you finally unravel all the mysteries of the place, because I fit into them so completely.
My work has not just been investigating the news, weeding out the bad guys and writing good copy, I have been what can only be called an equalizer.
When justice fails, as it so often does, I have "helped" it along in my own way, doing my small part to gain closure.
The safe in the news office has been a great place for me, a place of solitude and a place to keep track of all those I have helped along. the combination is something I discovered more than thirty years ago, after the bank the news office is now located in closed and the manager took off with all the money. That was one of my equalization's, though, my work is done quietly and I was the only one who knew. I have enclosed the combination, its a bit tricky and may take a bit of effort, and the door is quite heavy. You will understand after you get in there why I am leaving.
Love to you and the family,
Yours
Polly
P.S. never fear the future, I will make sure you are always safe,PB
Cherry slowly placed the cup down and looked up at Robert. Her face had gone pale and she was filled with dread though she had no idea why.
Robert took the letter and read it and grabbed her by the hand, "Downstairs, right now, lets see what she has been up to"
Cherry had a feeling she did not want to see what she might, and after some fiddling about, the door to the vault swung open to darkness as complete as a deep cave. The first thing they noticed was a murky funk, like that of a long dead mouse in the far corner of a barn. The longer they left the giant door open, the more pungent the odor became. She felt gingerly on both inside areas either side of the giant door, and suddenly the lights came on. Robert touched her shoulder, making her almost jump out of her skin, "I always wondered what that switch operated and now... " his voice trailed off as he took in the contents of the huge safe.
Whatever was in there, was stacked up to the ceiling. They were tightly wrapped in plastic pallet wrap and duct tape. Like cord wood, each stack was neatly placed, dozens and dozens of wrapped, stacked whatever's.
Cherry walked in, closer to the stacks to her left and noticed that each item had an envelope taped carefully to it. She pealed off one and opened it. Inside were newspaper clippings with the image of a man who had been released from custody in a murder case. He had made bail and went on the run to avoid prosecution. On pink notepaper folded behind the news clippings, in Polly's careful hand read
"and justice for all"
followed by a list of those crimes the man was accused of. He was suspected of killing, raping and or molesting/battering.
It took a few minutes for it to sink in. The biggest story of the century, cold cases solved, missing found. Each envelope was an epitaph, an obituary by a judge and jury named Polly.
"What do you have there hon?" she asked brightly. Her day had been full, Polly was always so professional and yet funny at the same time. She always had the research done and was so thorough. Today Polly had been quiet, more so than ordinary for her, and had seemed tired and sad when they parted. Cherry had watched Polly drive away into the snowy night, the tail lights being slowly consumed by the snow, which ahd begun to come down heavier while they sat there and chatted in front of the newspaper office.
Robert finally piped up, "A letter was dropped off for you, and it's just killing me, open it up!"
Cherry seemed to take forever taking off her coat and boots, placing her purse carefully down and her suitcase had to go into the bedroom first. After getting all settled in, she got a cup of hot chocolate and sat down on the big sofa, legs tucked under her and to Robert, painfully slowly opened the hand delivered missive. It began:
My Dear Cherry,
It has indeed been a great pleasure working at the newspaper again after so many years in retirement and moving about. The old town is still the same as it was when I was young. However, time has arrived for me to leave you. I can't be there when you finally unravel all the mysteries of the place, because I fit into them so completely.
My work has not just been investigating the news, weeding out the bad guys and writing good copy, I have been what can only be called an equalizer.
When justice fails, as it so often does, I have "helped" it along in my own way, doing my small part to gain closure.
The safe in the news office has been a great place for me, a place of solitude and a place to keep track of all those I have helped along. the combination is something I discovered more than thirty years ago, after the bank the news office is now located in closed and the manager took off with all the money. That was one of my equalization's, though, my work is done quietly and I was the only one who knew. I have enclosed the combination, its a bit tricky and may take a bit of effort, and the door is quite heavy. You will understand after you get in there why I am leaving.
Love to you and the family,
Yours
Polly
P.S. never fear the future, I will make sure you are always safe,PB
Cherry slowly placed the cup down and looked up at Robert. Her face had gone pale and she was filled with dread though she had no idea why.
Robert took the letter and read it and grabbed her by the hand, "Downstairs, right now, lets see what she has been up to"
Cherry had a feeling she did not want to see what she might, and after some fiddling about, the door to the vault swung open to darkness as complete as a deep cave. The first thing they noticed was a murky funk, like that of a long dead mouse in the far corner of a barn. The longer they left the giant door open, the more pungent the odor became. She felt gingerly on both inside areas either side of the giant door, and suddenly the lights came on. Robert touched her shoulder, making her almost jump out of her skin, "I always wondered what that switch operated and now... " his voice trailed off as he took in the contents of the huge safe.
Whatever was in there, was stacked up to the ceiling. They were tightly wrapped in plastic pallet wrap and duct tape. Like cord wood, each stack was neatly placed, dozens and dozens of wrapped, stacked whatever's.
Cherry walked in, closer to the stacks to her left and noticed that each item had an envelope taped carefully to it. She pealed off one and opened it. Inside were newspaper clippings with the image of a man who had been released from custody in a murder case. He had made bail and went on the run to avoid prosecution. On pink notepaper folded behind the news clippings, in Polly's careful hand read
"and justice for all"
followed by a list of those crimes the man was accused of. He was suspected of killing, raping and or molesting/battering.
It took a few minutes for it to sink in. The biggest story of the century, cold cases solved, missing found. Each envelope was an epitaph, an obituary by a judge and jury named Polly.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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