Angela had put a lot of thought into everything she had learned about her father, and the lies her mother had told her, and others, to protect him.
She had always suspected him of murdering her cousin, Cathy. He had been there that night, despite what her mother had told the police, now verified by Brightwater, though he would not be able to testify, and the last discussion she had with her mother, who virtually admitted she had no idea where he had been that night, but it certainly wasn’t with her.
Al had been nearby, but he had not come to the apartment. She knew that to be the case because she had left the apartment when Cathy was still alive, and remained in the shadows, not because she knew Al or her father were going to visit her, but that it was someone else, someone she knew, a boyfriend who was about to become an ex.
He had not turned up.
Her father had, an eventuality that was entirely unexpected.
Both she and Cathy had assumed moving away would ensure he would not find her, but apparently, he had.
After she had seen him, waiting up the road in his car, for what reason she could not guess, she received a phone call from Brightwater, one that had insisted she meet him. She’d tried putting him off, but he had insisted that it was important.
She’d thought at the time, Brightwater was distracting her from her vigil so her father could come and go without being seen.
In the end when she arrived at the meeting point Brightwater wasn’t there. She waited for a brief period, then returned to find Cathy dying. Only minutes later Brightwater walked in the door, as had been genuinely shocked, and very distressed.
She knew why now. It was he who was Cathy’s father, not Al.
It gave Al motive.
She was not sure how Joseph Jones was able to implicate his brother, but he did, and took the heat off himself. She’d tried to tell the police he had been abusing Cathy, but they were not interested.
She wished she had known the truth back then.
That lack of knowledge had led to what now looked like a very bad decision on her part.
Al had taken advantage of her sympathies, had helped her set up Walthenson and use him to convince the police Al was dead. Even Angela had to admit the body had looked very dead.
All she had to do was distract Walthenson long enough for him to get away, and then remain with Walthenson to make sure he didn’t get close enough to find out the truth.
It had been easy enough to distract him. Too easy.
But right then, sitting in front of Felicity, and Walthenson’s sister, Corinne, there were two issues that bothered her. The first, what had happened to Walthenson, and she was hoping against hope it had nothing to do with Al, and the second, the fact she had not seen or spoken to Al since he disappeared from that storeroom the night he supposedly died.
Both Felicity and Corinne was looking at her expectantly.
Felicity was now beginning to look like a hard ass investigator who was prepared for the worst and completely opposite to her, Corinne was little more than a child, completely over her head. The less she could tell either of them the better.
“There’s little to tell. Al’s wife, Jennifer, asked Harry to get evidence Al was having an affair with Miriam, the office manager. Al asked Harry, when Harry tracked him down, to get evidence of his wife Edwina, coincidentally my mother, was having an affair with Joseph, Al’s brother. That’s how it started.
“Did he get any evidence?” Felicity asked.
“Not that I’m aware of. Joseph Jones was murdered in the street by an unknown assailant. Then Al Jones was allegedly killed in the Outtel offices but as yet nobody has been found. Your brother, oddly enough was present when Joseph was killed, and after Al was killed. Since then a man called Brightwater, the third partner in Outtel, apparently committed suicide.”
“He’s very unlucky. He was very nearly the fourth victim in all of this, though I find it hard to believe The Jones’ had anything to do with it. The latest development, I asked him to find Al’s killer. Unfortunately, something else happened which put him in hospital, so I’m not sure where the case is going at the moment.”
“You haven’t seen him?”
“I have, but he was in no condition to talk about anything. Since I’m not a family member I’ll have to wait until he gets better. I don’t think you’ll be able to do much until he returns, and if you want a piece of advice, you’d best leave it to the police. Sykes seems to be a good enough detective. I’m sure he’ll find out what’s going on, in the both Jones cases and what happened to Harry.”
Corinne notice Felicity nodding, but not necessarily in agreement.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going.” Angela stood.
© Charles Heath 2016-2019