บททั้งหมดของ Muses Of The Bothy: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

 A detective sat back in his chair, the light of the table lamp shining across his five o'oclock shadows as he sorted through an assortment of pictures, reciepts and documents on his desk. His client was specific in his orders. He wanted to be absolutely sure that his wife was dead. The man found this case particularly strange since they had buried the body and the husband had identified her as his wife before the funeral. According, to his client, a neighbor had a approached him at the funeral asking why a certain gentlemen friend had not showed up to pay his respects. When he delved further he found out that this said individual had came over to his home in many instances.  He fetched a clean glass from underneathe his desk before pouring himself another glass of whiskey. He downed the amber liquid, letting it burn across the contours of his vocal cords. His eyes were bloodshot and his shirt was unbottoned at the top.  The neat black thi

The trip to Canada had been long and thoroughly unpleasant for Gabriel. His flight had been delayed twice due to unsafe weather conditions and when he did get up in the air they were forced to stop at the nearet airport because of a bomb scare. It had turned out to be a moronic prank carried out by a couple of teenagers who were swiftly detained, before the flight was able to set off again. His mood was completely soiled by the time they reached the final stop. He was drenched through, the rain just as terrible in Canada as it had been in Scotland. A rain drop dribbled from the curl of his black hair that hung over his face, down his nose, past his chin and onto the floor. He ran his hand through his hair. He decided that his first priority would be to dry up, get a meal, then head to his hotel to get ready for this meeting. He looked to his wedding band, he missed her already. Without her knowing, he had taken a bottle of her perfume with him. Two days would feel like two eternitie

The vibe in the building caught Gabriels attention from the moment he had walked through the front door. A heavy tension covered the air making it difficult to concentrate on the answers he was rehearsing in his head. He made deliberate and cautious steps through the empty carpeted hallway. The lights were dim as well as flickering and he could already tell that this place was old and needed a serious paint job as he noticed the chipped white walls with picture frames hanging up. He looked around, before noticing a dark coffee stain drying up on a nearby plastic chair that was placed against the wall. He went to the closed office door and knocked a couple of times. He stood for a minute, before the door opened. A younger flustered woman squeezed by him as he entered the room.  A man who appeared to be in his late forties sat at a wooden desk sifting through a pile of different folders. He seemed completely absorbed by what he was doing to the point that he

 The fiasco would prove to be the first in a long line of annoyances this man had planned for Gabriel. Upon, arriving back in Scotland he recieved harassing phone calls, letters, along with people showing up to threaten and intimidate him. On top of that, the detective kept contacting him, asking him to confirm people, and places he had been. The stress was getting to him but he did his best to support Audrey who was heavily pregnant and seemed to be acting off recently. She started sleeping longer, and wasn't eating as much as she normally would. He would ask her if she was okay but she always assured him that it was just pregnancy stuff and that it was nothing to worry over. He wanted to believe her but he couldn't shake the feeling of sadness that had began to wash over him whenever he looked at the sonogram pictures of his children. The day he'd come back from Scotland she had practically shoved the sonogram pictures into his face. He was delighted at the news, not

The journey he had undertaken to reach the secluded cabin he owned on the other side of Scotland had been absolutely brutal. He was in the heart of the highlands where the snow had already started to fall. His eyes ached from the brightess of the snowflakes that formed into one oversized series of blankets covering the landscape. He stood on his porch watching the snowfall, the cool air blew over the exposed skin of his hands and face. He didn't flinch, his body had grown numb to feeling. The grief didn't leave him, he knew that until he had concrete answers about his daughter then these feelings would continue to fest within the chasm of his soul. He sighed, he turned around and headed back inside. He leaned against the closed oak door. As soon as he had arrived he had contacted a couple of connections in order to get information on the doctor from the hospital. He was waiting for a phone call. He did his best not to obsess over the possibilities. He walked through his living room.