Chapter 6

John: Why?

Bob: John! You're late.

John: You killed your wife Bob...

Bob: John, John, please relax, care for a smoke?

John: I don't mind.

Bob: Of course you don't, I know you for 2 years.

He offered me a cigarette.

Bob: You know John, I thought you are a good detective, but I was wrong, hahaha It looks like you're getting old.

Bob: I got tired to be your "shadow", in all newspapers you appeared as a hero, "detective John Green the best detective from USA solved a case" I got tired of this. Why don't they write about me too? I'm a good detective too, and I'm better than you, and I proved it. You didn't even realized it was me. Ha ha ha ha ha.

John: By the way it's a good cigar, even though it's not my brand.

Bob: I see you have not lost your sense of humor, you haven't changed at all John.

John: Why decapitated your victims?

Bob: No, no. You don t get to ask the questions now John, I'm the detective now and you're the shadow.

John: All this for fame...

Donna: John! I'm scared!

John: Don't worry honey, I won't let him to hurt you.

Bob: Do not try to play as a hero, or I will blow her brains!

John: How did you know about the message from my fortunate cookie?

Bob: John, I told you I know you from two years, I know you go every Friday night at your favorite Chinese restaurant , and fortunate cookies , C'mon John, I know you love to read the messages form those cookies. So, I paid Chen to put the same message in all fortunate cookies. I knew in your way to home you will fine that note, "In twelve months, you will meet your end", that was my note John.

Bob: I played a bit with your mind, I killed some random guys from Azusa. You had to see your face John when I read the note, "In twelve months, you will meet your end". Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, poor John, ha ha ha ha ha ha , you felt in to my trap.

John: You're wife, Bob?

Bob: I must admit, I never loved that whore, anyway she wanted to leave me.

John: You burned my flat?

Bob: Do you remember John? "Santa Monica, Tongva Park, you better hurry", Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

John: But how?

Bob: John, people will do anything for money.

John: You're sick Bob...

Bob: No John, I'm not. I'm just smart, that is it.

John: What do you want from me? and why did you tie her?

Bob: I'm going to make a proposition to you.

John: What's that?

Bob: You will call at 911, and you will confess your crimes.

John: Crimes? Is that your plan?

Bob: That's right John, you will confess that you have killed those people from Azusa, Tiffany, and of course, my wife.

Bob: Otherwise I will kill your wife!

I had no choice, If I don't do as he says, my wife will get killed, that's "a fair trade".

John: Untie her first!

Bob: No problem, John.

Bob: Now do as I said!

I picked up the phone and I called at 911.

Police: Here it's LAPD, how can I help you?

John: My name it's detective John Green and I want to confess that I killed Tiffany Smith and I'm responsible for the crime from Azusa , and I killed Bridget Foster too, I'm a complete lunatic come to arrest me!

I closed the phone.

John: I hope you're happy now!

Bob: Happier then ever.

My wife came to hug me, but... Bob shot her in the back, he crossed a terrible line! Bod shot me in my shoulder, but I've still enough power kick his ass! I punched him and he dropped his gun. Then I try to shout him too, my left arm it's weak and my shoulder pains me like hell. However I try to took out my gun, but Bob does not agreed with that so he took my gun from my hands then he hit me with my gun and I fell to the ground.

Bob: Here it is your end John!

He pointed the gun on my head, I close my eyes, I don't want to see this. Then I hear a noise, he shot me? I'm dead? I open my eyes. Donna shot Bob in his legs, my Goodness she's still alive!

John: Donna give me gun!

I turn my eyes to Bob. and I started to shoot him!

John: This is for Tiffany!

I shot him in his left arm.

John: This is for the innocent people from Azusa!

I shot him in the chest.

John: This is for Bridget!

I shot him in him in his legs.

Bob: Please...please....Jo..hn...

John: And this is for my wife!

I shot him in his head! Oh no my wife!

John: Donna?

Donna: John. I'm so sorry...I never knew...

John: It's ok sweety don't say anything. You will be alright.

Donna: John...... I'm cold and I'm sleepy...

John: Donna no! Do not sleep!

Donna: I'm scared John....

John: Don't worry I'm with you.

Donna: John....I....love....you...

John: I love you too darling.....

John: NOOOOOOOOOO!

Then she dies on my arms. what's this? Tears? Yes! Tears... I cried a lot, I never cried so much on my whole life. Because this is the first time when I cry. The police has arrived in my house and they arrested me. They asked me a lot of questions, but I gave them shit. I've already testified there is no turning back now. I was sentenced to 50 years for murder. And so, I'm here. It's been a year since that happened and I still have nightmares, I miss Donna so much, I hope that she's in a better place. Or I like to think that.

I think I'm going to die, I said that because when the guards brought me the breakfast, I saw a note. "You have only one day to live" . Odd, I thought Bob it's dead, but I think he will keep his promise after all. Ha ha ha. That's funny, Bob it's a funny guy, I think his ghost is haunting me now. But I'm not afraid of death, what a relief.