Sunday, November 26, 2006
New Beginning 164
Laura stared down at the hand... Slim, neatly manicured… with a pale spot, where the wedding band used to be. "It’s not him."
"Mrs Long," detective Ripkus wiped the sweat of his brow, "I understand how you must feel, but…"
"Mrs Long," Ripkus lowered his eyes, fighting the urge to slap her. "Please, try to be reasonable. You’ve recognized the wedding band."
"Can it Jack," Laura snapped, "I’m telling you, its not Alex's hand."
"How can you be so certain? All we have is the hand!" Jack Ripkus summoned all his inner strength, just to keep his voice down.
"The ring was his," Laura hissed, "Not the hand."
"Mrs Long, the ring was on his hand, so obviously…"
"It’s not his hand!"
"Maybe we should call his parents, instead," Jessy Joy, Ripkus' partner whispered.
"You think I don’t know my own husband?"
"But It’s A Hand," Ripkus stomped his foot, then howled in pain, as he stubbed his toe, on the evidence table.
"Jack, calm down," Jessy gripped the detective’s shoulder. "Now, Mrs Long--"
"I will not calm down! This woman is insane . . . " The detective banged his fist on the table, sending the bloody hand in flight.
"Am I free to go yet," Laura reached for the doorknob.
Ripkus was about to protest, but Jessy held him back as she left. “Leave it, Jack. With no way to prove it’s his hand, there’s nothing we can do.”
“I know, Jessy. But she's driving me nuts. This is the fourth time. She got his shoes, but the feet were too big to be his. She took his earring, but his ears were flatter than that.” Ripkus put the hand back in the carton with the other pieces. “You know what she said when she came in for his jock strap . . . ”
“Listen, Jack. We both know it’s him; and she knows it too. She’s clever. She’s stayed one step ahead of us so far, but we’ve got to keep calm. We’ll get her. Sooner or later . . . she's gonna want his hat.”
Opening: Ann Onymous....Continuation: ril