Hindsight Excerpt by RMSackville

Darkness that had once enshrouded the night had left as quickly as it had come. The sun rose over the eastern horizon in a burst of bright light. Even in the crisp early morning, the sun’s heat cast warmth on Ben. He welcomed the warmth after the long cold night he had worked through.

Their lives were never predictable. Their days and nights sometimes clashed together, leaving them exhausted mentally and physically. Yesterday was yet another unending day and Ben had a feeling that today would be the same.

Walking up the steps into the precinct behind his handcuffed prisoner, Ben took one last glance at the rising sun. Once inside, Ben wasted no time. He had walked the halls so many times over the years that he could have done it with his eyes closed.

“Why you got me all cuffed for?” the short bald man asked as Ben pushed him into the closest interrogation room.

Ben did not respond. With the prisoner inside the windowless room, Ben headed down the hall to the cafeteria. He had to think, and to do that, he needed a cup of coffee to awaken himself. His mind raced through questions he planned to ask the man. What were you doing inside a strangers home? Why did you find it necessary to hide in the dark? Who are you to the homeowners?

With each question, Ben’s heart beat faster. Had he caught the person behind the notes? If he had, he was stumped. He and Dave had assumed the person behind them was a woman—possibly one of Mr. Ronin’s exes. Now, with the man less than twenty feet away, he wondered if it were the other way around. Had it been Lily who had done their marriage wrong?

Lily’s innocent and grief-stricken face filled his mind. Her soft features and honorable intentions made him doubt that she could have done anything to cause the events that had happened the

night before. Yet, as a detective, he could not be blinded by a beautiful face and sweet voice. Shaking his head, he grabbed his coffee and turned from the cafeteria.

Passing by his office, he stopped before the open door. Dave was not at his desk and Ben could only hope he was still with Ralph and the evidence. Dave had the notes; therefore Ben would have to be imaginative and smart with his questioning.

Moments later, he stood before the tall slim interrogation room door. The tiny window on the door allowed Ben to see the man. Ben stared for several minutes. He wanted to get an idea of the type of person he would be dealing with. Within seconds, Ben noticed the man sit in the chair and lean his head down towards his knees. Ben took note of his flexibility. The man sat up and Ben fleetingly saw something being sucked in through his mouth.

Quickly Ben lunged into the room and towards the man. He was sure he had something and planned to swallow it before he was caught with it. Ben could not let it get away. He knew it might be something that could make or break the case of who was behind everything.

“Get the hell off me, you maniac,” the man hollered as Ben jumped him. grabbed it. With the item in his hand, he stood up and walked to the other side of the room. Staring down at it, he smiled. He was pleased with himself. He had not let the man swallow the only piece of solid evidence thus far.

Ben turned to the man who was struggling to regain his composure.

“You’re an ass and I will have your job for this,” the man threatened.

“With this,” Ben held up the tiny key, “I actually have your ass.”

The man shook his head before lowering it. Ben walked closer to the man and stood before him. “What’s this for?”

“I don’t have to tell you shit,” the man responded as he looked at him. His hatred screamed from his eyes; his lips curled into a snarl.

Ben leaned closer to the man, mere inches from the other. “What were you doing in that house?”

The man did not respond. Ben continued barraging him with questions, hoping he would crack eventually and spill the beans.

“How do you know the owners?”

Still no response.

“Why did you feel it necessary to kill an innocent animal and then hide inside the homeowners’ bedroom? Were you planning on killing again?”

“What the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout?” the man finally replied.

“You know what I’m talking about, don’t play coy with me,” Ben responded.

‘You know, you’re all the same.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, all you pigs and piglets think you know everything about everyone, but you don’t.”

“Excuse me?” Ben responded. Deep inside his bones, he could feel his temper flare.

 “Spit it out!”

“Get away from me.”

“I said spit the damn thing out before I pry your mouth open and rip it out.”

“Police brutality!” the man screamed before Ben grabbed his jaw and ripped open his mouth.

The man struggled beneath his weight and Ben fleetingly allowed a smile to cover his face. He knew this small man was no match for his over six foot tall frame and close to three hundred pounds.

Ben could barely see something shiny as the man tried to swallow

it. Ben reached his large hands inside the man’s mouth and

“You heard me,” the man responded before spitting in Ben’s face.

Ben instantly flew into a rage. He could not control his anger as he pounced on the man and grasped his small throat in his large hands. He knew it would not take much to snap it and have it over, but he also knew he would get no answers that way. The man began to cough and gasp as he tried to catch his breath. Ben slowly released the pressure and backed away from the man. The man looked up at him, his eyes burning with resentment.

“You will pay for this,” he responded.

“Is that a threat?”

“You better believe it. I know people. I have people and once I get outta here, you will be over.”

Ben ignored the man and decided to begin his questions once again.

“What were you doing inside the home?”

The man smiled and tightened his lips.

“What do you need this for?” he asked as he held the key up towards the man.

Still the man smiled, but did not answer. Ben walked slowly towards the man. He leaned his large body onto the table and held the key up to his nose. The cold metal key touched the tip.

“What is it for?”

“You know, if you wore a dress and maybe did a little dance for me, then I might give you some answers.”

Ben’s face turned red with anger.

“You have a lot of nerve,” he responded.

Before Ben could stop himself, he raised his hand—clenched in a fist—and smashed it into the man’s face. The man went limp in his chair and Ben stepped back out of the room. He had to find Dave.  He would be able to get through to this man before he killed him.


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Synopsis
With trembling hands, Lily Ronin holds tightly to the Smith and Wesson she swore never to touch. In the darkness she aims towards the one person she fears will kill her if she does not act. The ominous letter she found earlier that evening on her kitchen table runs through her mind. I’m watching you and I haven’t forgotten you, even though you've tried to forget me’. Is this person stumbling in the darkness towards her its writer? Tears fall freely from her eyes as she shakes her head in disbelief. With no options left, Lily closes her eyes and pulls the trigger.
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