ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯; The Suspect
ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 is always had many dreams to tell, not just dream about what she gonna be ten years later, or how she’s posing herself at those time, for instance. Dreams were literally, really dreams that had come in Heather’s sleep. What’s amazing about it is the details don’t disappear when she wakes up, for example when Heather dreamed about you, not just the smell of your perfume, maybe even your perfume brand she knows. That detail. Heather’s magical dreams were foreboding sometimes, I often had bad luck after Heather dreamed.
Years ago the story about her dream paused as she daydreams, so I decided to snapped my fingers in front of her two glasses. Heather blinked consciously. “Oh yeah, where were us?”
“The Pier” I replied
Heather ducked, her gaze twisting, end up with staring at me “He shot me on the pier”
I took a sip of my drink awkwardly “Wow, and you accept him?”
“London, he shot my head”
And that was just one of Heather’s strange dreams, Heather dreamed of being killed by Abagnale. I still remember how she compared her head to a bursting out watermelon. Several years ago she told me about that dream. And now, Heather was literally murdered by someone we don’t know who yet.
You maybe get confusing abouth why Heather’s death becoming spotlight, everywhere. While I’m coming home, I’ve been accidentally read tens newspapers put — The Assasination of Heather Walton’s — as highlight. As if, she was Melania Trump or Kimberly Kardashian West. But for Wall St’s gentlemen in a t-breasted she’s more than Melania, and for their socialite wifes she’s more than Kim. Heather is the Walton’s only daughter-in-law. And yes, since everyone’s probably jealous with her status, I’m pretty sure that they have so many suspects list on this case. Something else that will make you more jealous is, she’s half Asian, half Jew.
Peoples’ conspiring about her death. Some peoples think, she killed herself. Our bestfriend, Cassandra, and any other peoples accusing her husband Barty Walton as the old gossip spread back about him. Barty’s bisexual, but his family covering it so much. Some point their gaze at Heather’s family, since her father haven’t respond yet to his daughter’s death. And suddenly, accusing the love of my live as the killer is hard. Even if I had my own reason. Heather’s dream isn’t my only hint.
Here he is, sitting on our lazy chair drawing something. I’m startling him with “Is that Heather?” question. Refers to a portrait on his drawing book, and someone’s in the TV.
“They preach her all day” Abagnale answered
I’m sitting in front of my husband, staring at him deeply. “Where you got the example, Abe?”
“Already on my head”
I saw a small cut on his beard “Abe, you hurt your chin again” I said “Wait for me to shaving next time!”
“Why would someone’s kill Heather?” He’s asking
“Maybe Heather’s refused him”
Abagnale turned around and gave me a strange look. That’s what I mean I have my own reason to accusing my husband.
“Let’s talk about her” I asking
“About Heather?” He’s speaking with British accent he can’t hide anymore. French man, British accent. One of thousand reasons why I marry him. “What you gonna talk about?” He intruded.
“Did you love her?” I asked unceremoniously.
Snap! He’s choking “What am I supposed to say, London?”
“Just answer honestly” I replied, much more like — I’ll know even if you’re lying — for Abagnale.
Abagnale takes a deep sigh, before answering my question carefully with two words “I was” Disapointing enough, but not surprising me. At least he’s being honest.
And I hope he’ll being honest on this question “Did you killed her?” Cause if he’s not, I’ll just know.
He’s mad, he said “London, what the fuck?!”
“Bentley will hear you!”
“You’re just asking if I had any feeling to Heather, and now you accusing me that I’m killing her? For the God shake, how can you kill someone you love, London?”
“You said you were”
“So be careful, cause they probably accusing you too for your jealously!”
“Honey if I may being honest, I already know that you’ve been left me way before we tied up the ribbon”
Sweltering summer day! As if you gotta melt on Heather’s funeral. Either by the weather or emotionally. But funny, I haven’t seen any families crying. Not even her mom. The kids, maybe haven’t understand that their mother wouldn’t ever comeback. The tears may have dried up on Barty’s, but I’m pretty sure he has been tearsbathing all night. You can saw it on his black eyebag. Maybe, the rich don’t have time to grieving.
The paper grief’s really explained their social status, printed ostentatiously like an engagement invitation. But Abagnale still mocking at it. There’s written. — Heather Cairo Walton, wife of Bartemius Ambrose Walton Sr. Mother of London Woolridge Duerre Walton, and the twin Bartemius Ambrose Walton II, Bartemius Ambrose Walton Jr. — “Named their sons after his name, what a narcissist man!” Abagnale said
“What did you expect?! Abagnale Beaumont Jr?” I asked
“Oh, you still mad about last night don’t you?”
“No, you have right to love anybody you belong to”
I grab my husband’s hand as soon as I saw Cassandra coming with someone. The Walton’s lawyer, I ever heard that he’s Heather’s first love. In his dark navy Kiton’s collection, with maroon tie, and burgundy either shoes and belt. He’s too conspicuous for a funeral.
“Where’s your son?” Cassandra asked
“With nanny” Abagnale replied
“Well, Mr. Tom Shraim asking me to bring him to Mr and Mrs Beaumont. And I hope you paid your nanny expensively. Cause they’ll hold us a little bite longer” Cassandra explained.
“Hold is too much, Cassey. Bartemius Walton’s inviting few relatives to have a lunch with him in the Walton’s mansion, right after the funeral service…” The Lawyer’s tryna explaining but Cassandra intterupts him.
“They’re not like us Tommy, they’re not Jewish. Jesus, I don’t even have any religion and Barty ask me to wait?!”
“You’re Jew, Cassandra. Easier for you” The Lawyer answered.
“No, we have bigger fish to frying” Abagnale said
But I’m a little bite curious with the lunch, maybe will get few hints there. Except I think Barty’s really weird now. And I really wanna digging the truth behind Heather’s murderrer. So I said “No, we’ll give extra money to Bentley’s nanny. We’re coming to the lunch”
The lawyer smiled, maybe he feels win. We’re coming to the invitation. And we can’t stop talking about any possibilities we could think about while we’re on the way. Cassandra’s with us, and thank God she’s opening the talk.
“I have suspects” She said
“Yeah, me too” I replied
“Who?” She asked
“Me” Abagnale answered “London’s suspect is me”
“Wow, what’s all about?” Cassandra questioning
“Cassey, do you have any idea why Barty’s inviting us to lunch?” I can turn the dialogue point if I want too. “We’re not part of their family”
“Heather called us sisters”
“No, not because of that. And I’m sure you have answer, honey” I talk to Abagnale now, I hope he really understand the situation.
“He’s looking for a blacksheep” Abagnale replied
“In this situation, if we refusing the invitation. It’ll easily for them to projecting us as the subjects” I explained “Barty’s understand hates toward him behind Heather’s peoples. But doesn’t close any possibilities that he just want to clear his name and forget this case, if only he’s the real murderer”
“And if he’s not?” Abagnale asked
“Then prove that you aren’t!” I said
The Walton’s mansion, or should I call it the Walton’s pallace have three part of roof which will welcoming you right before you’re entering the gate. The gate is automatically opens when you mention your name and the host let you in, it’s a black shinning stones and golden steel gate. Like you’re entering, the heaven. Heather, designed it herself.
It’s like colonial house, you’ll feel like you’re a native American entering an Europe invander’s home. And you know they never really welcoming you. The white colour in this building is naturaly coming from the stones. The rest will be painting with black, gray, or cooper. The only thing with gold accent is the gate, and the main room. Heather and Barty’s room.
Few minutes ago, Abagnale is mentioning our name. “Mr and Mrs Beaumont, and a friend, Cassandra Sachs”. And now, here we are. The Walton’s living room, and as they keep the shade even they pet freshwater polka dot stringray in their crystal tank. All is black, gray, or cooper. The white, must be natural. Even the family portraits.
“I still remember how he was mocking at my name when the ordination of this house, it’s sabath and he really pissed me out!” Cassandra’s whispering as we stepped on a giant wolf fur carpet.
“How?” I asked
“He said it’s sounds like a nazi name”
“That’s why you hate each other?”
“No, I just hate him. He has so much negativity. Heather’s just passed away and this house already got his negative energy”
I still remember the first time I stepped on this carpet, it’s winter and this house is so warm. Heather is a genius architect, she put invisible warmer and air conditioner. At that time, I asked about this carpet “Is it wolfs?” I mean like real wolf.
Surprisingly, Heather’s nodding “We get it from our honeymoon, we hunted ourself. In Tom’s hometown, he never coming back before. It was terrible double date”
“Didn’t they protect those kind of animal?”
“In a socialist country you can easily bribing them, London”
The memory bring me to first question about the lawyer. “Didn’t he Russian?”
Cassandra’s nodding as she drink her champagne “Ukraine’s Jew actually, Yurkovich. The sentiment between our country force him to takes his wife’s name. Gemma Shraim”
“Shraim’s sounds like a Jew name more than Yurkovich”
“No, Shraim’s Palestinian name. The middle east, is Hajr’s descendant. The Jewish is Sarah’s descendant. We’re different”
We’re stop talking when Heather’s big brother, take the only empty seat around us. Leviathan Peters, coming with red eyes. But I’m sure it’s not because he’s crying for Heather.
“Levi didn’t you sit on a wrong place?” Cassandra asked
“Why? Is my sister’s place” Levi asked back “Oh, Beaumont! And his wife. I thought it’s an another ceremonial things” And he just realizing that we’re exist.
“No, it’s a lunch. What your sweet brother in law plan, Levi?” Cassandra’s whispering to Levi.
“They wanna let us, watch the silverscreen” Levi replied
“What does it’s mean?” I can’t hold myself, I really wanna know what a madness thing happens here.
“Cassey, Baby, tell me. What do you think about my sweet brother in law?” Levi’s asking to Cassandra, and now I know why he sit around us. He knows that Cassandra put Barty as a suspect too, and as him, I listen to her carefully.
“Isn’t that weird, if your wife is death. And you’re busy for another baby, not for her funeral. Or even, looking for the assassin?” Cassandra’s begining her explanation. She’s take a step, and hold something wrong than champagne. “Before you ever answer it, Levi, the testament… If you ever read it, Heather was wrote it with me. After London was born, she was confus. I thought because her child is a girl, or maybe there’s another reason. All she wanna do is, to protects London’s right. So she wrote it…”
“The company, is for my daughter(s)” Levi cut in, as it’s written on Heather’s testament.
“At that moment, Heather was only had one architect biro” Cassandra continuing her explanation “She never expect all this richness”
“All this wealth, famous, and power. Doesn’t makes her save” At the moment Levi say that things, I can saw that a brother’s really mourning.
The host, is finally show himself. After let us waiting in a long discussion about his wife. All long talk, that makes me realize that my husband is just quiet and pay close attention towards our assumption. It’s like a fire in his eyes, empty glazing eyes, fill by sorrowness. I swear, they have eyecontact. Abagnale Beaumont and Bartemius Walton.
Barty’s hit his glass with a little spoon, three times before he begin to speak “I’m very grateful for your presence, dear all. I know that some peoples is wondering something behind this weirdness lunch. And there’s spreading rumor about I’m gonna interrograting everyone here. I’m really sorry about the uncomfortable situation” Barty’s barely crying, I guess. But he’s continuing. “I really wanna ask about my wife to all of you, as lot as I can. But the reason behind this lunch isn’t just a question. We got the CCTV record, and we have anyone who’s probably recognize this woman…” They paused when a nurse give Heather a new infussed bottle. “Or have any hints, about Heather’s death could share it with us. We really hope your help, just please don’t accuse people. Just tell us the hint”
I can’t touch my meal. Not even a candy. Both of us, Abagnale just lost his bestfriend. And I used to be sink in my innappropriate jealousness. Now, we have eyecontact. And we’re affraid to each other. So I take a walk before this unusual lunch has ended. To recollect my memories about Heather. Funny that I found Levi and Cassandra share a drink and talk under the mapple tree.
“You clearly put Barty as your suspect, Cassey. Just as me” Levi said
“For your information, I put you too” Cassandra replied “And your father”
“You know everything about her”
“Not everything”
“But every sins”
“Not your bussines”
“You know every scandals, of this family”
“Who’s the mother’s replacer? Why her? Where’s Barty find her?”
“The red one, Barty’s not find her. Heather did”
“So it’s true the rumor about she’s just suicide?”
“She’s London’s Nanny”
“I never know Heather hiring any nannies”
“That’s. Heather really wanna be a good mom. So the nannies’ never show up when y’all around”
“She just can’t be not-perfect person”
“The fake nurse isn’t a ginger woman, we can saw it on her hand if she’s”
“Even if yes, she just a pion. There’s must be someone behind her”
“I’ll find out about them. You find out about the Beaumonts”
My pupil is getting bigger, shocked about what I heard. I was someone’s suspect too.
