All Chapters of Drengr: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I sat down on the couch, the flashback of all these memories haunting me. Memories of when life was less complicated and Jennifer still lived in Chicago and Robert had still been alive. The living room light went on and John Gold stepped inside the room.“Blake?” he asked questioningly as he walked toward me.“Hi, John, we need to have a conversation,” I said.“It’s the middle of the night, Blake,” he said and I took the Jericho from the holster. “What the—”“Sit.” I pointed to the couch with the gun and he sat down reluctantly, watching me with his beady eyes.“Have you lost your mind? What’s this all about?” he asked me, raising his voice slightly.“I’m glad you at least had the decency to bury Lydia with Robert,” I said and he looked away.“It wasn’t my first choice,” he said and I nodded. I knew that to be true.“You broke something inside,” I said and he stared at me, clearly confused.“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.“When you killed Robert, it broke somethin

I hadn’t exactly lied to Jack. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me, although I had an idea. I never got sick, I couldn’t even remember ever having the flu or a headache before the other night. I was pretty certain that my initial diagnosis on myself was correct.I went to see my GP, who was surprised by my visit because he really did see me once a year for a physical. We socialized as well but that was different. We had also gone to college together and he had known Robert too.“What brings you in, Blake?” Charles Roberts M.D asked me. He had a thing about the M.D behind his name and he got constant flak from all of us about it.“Swollen lymph nodes, pain in my neck, trouble swallowing every now and then, it’s not persistent but I’ve had a cough for the last two days,” I said as he looked at me, taking notes of my symptoms. “I’m thinking thyroidism.”Charles gave me a physical and then sat on the edge of his desk and looked at me. “I think you should go see David.”“You think it migh

Joe Reiner stood outside, looking at my bike. He was leaning in toward the added compartments and I didn’t need him snooping around. He straightened up when he saw me and I got on my bike and drove away from the station.I kept to the speed limit and parked the bike in the garage. I unlocked the kitchen door and immediately noticed the envelope on the kitchen table. It was blank and I tore it open. It was a letter from Charlotte.I put the letter back on the table and opened the fridge. It was almost bare and someone, I assumed Charlotte, had cleaned out all the perishable food. It seemed like something she would do.I went upstairs and unpacked the backpack and noticed that she’d taken all her clothes, everything that was hers were gone. I felt a sudden sadness as I sat down on the bed in the quiet house. Strangely enough, I also felt more relaxed than I had in the past three weeks while waiting to hear about my diagnosis.I went back downstairs with the cleaning kit and looked at Ch

I opened an online account in Charlotte’s name and transferred the nine hundred thousand dollars from my last assignment into it. The card would be sent to her address. It was the least I could do for her so they would be okay.I closed the laptop and looked at William. He was deep in concentration and had eaten two bowls of cereal for lunch. I washed his dishes and walked out onto the porch and looked around. I should consider selling the farm but the idea made me feel sad. If Charlotte and I could communicate the way we had earlier, maybe I could still come back after my treatment. Maybe we could be friends after all. I called Charlotte from my cell phone so that she could save the new number I was using, just in case.“Should I give William dinner or–”“No, it’s okay. He’s used to eating later now. I’ll bring him something from the diner. I can bring you something too,” she said.“No, that’s okay. I’m fine,” I said.“Okay, see you later,” she said and ended the call. I didn’t take

I stared at my phone. There was nothing from Charlotte, no texts and no missed calls. I don’t know why I expected her to send a message or call. She’d made it clear. She didn’t want to hear from me. I sent a text to David and told him that I would start the medication the following day and he sent a thumbs up back to me.Go big or go home. For the next ten days I had to take four drops of Lugol Solution three times a day along with methimazole to suppress the functions of my thyroid before the surgery. I knew exactly what was in store for me.It wasn’t a pretty sight. Some days there would be vomiting with headaches, other days diarrhea and fever, stomach aches and the ever awful metallic taste in my mouth that didn’t seem to want to go away. My appetite had disappeared completely and most days I felt drained.On day seven, Jack stopped by because I didn’t have the energy to answer the phone. I knew it was only a matter of time before he came over. He took one look at me as he unlocke