I just would like to start off with my name and who i am. Hi, i'm Paul Davidson, but my real name is Jermaine Paul. I've been writing novels for about five years, but most of them was for entertaining high school friends and teachers. Now i thought about going independent, mostly because i want to see how far i'll go.
Here's what to expect from Misconception, along with a preview for my next novel in the bottom post.
Thanks again for checking this out, and please give me feedback on this site, as well as the novel, i would greatly appreciate it. Thanks.
CHAPTER SEVEN: STEPHANIE'S SHOCKING NEW REPORT:
After the nurse brings me a tray with a fruit cup, egg salad sandwich, and a small carton of apple juice, I couldn’t wait to chow down. I haven’t eaten anything all day, and my stomach is growling.
Even though I heard rumors back home, of hospital staff storing food in unsafe conditions, to me, unless they prove it, that’s all it is. I pick up the fruit bowl and poke my fork through a small slice of orange and lift it to my lips. I can already taste its sweet moisture upon my tongue.
“We interrupt this program to bring you a special report! We have some breaking here at MacLeay park” continues a male reporter on the television mounted in the left corner by the window.
I can’t believe they interrupted CSI, my all time favorite show over a report I probably already saw! If they only knew how long it took the nurse to find the station they would wait until it’s over! He stands just a few feet from a large field with a huge bridge above it.
This is different. I’ve never seen this place before. I wonder if its another murder. I lower the fork from my lips when he appears to be trying very hard to hold in his heartache, while still trying to stay focus on the report.
Aw, it must’ve been his sister or cousin.
“After all my years…of reporting the news, this has got to be…one of the most, traumatic stories…I had to ever report. Its the discovery…of another teenage girl. Her body…has been found in the woods behind me.
She also happens, to be the sister of not only a dear friend of mine, but also to me as well. Her name…is Jenny Lavitz, as seen in this photo given to us by my dear friend and cameraman, George Lavitz”.
Once the name and photo flashed on the screen, I felt my whole world stop. I lost the grip of my fork as it spilled all over the covers. I can’t believe its her! The girl from my dream! I thought she was the suspect.
Now she’s dead! Who did it?! That’s when I thought about that guy in the jeep, but I can’t remember his face. All I can remember is the picture in his armrest compartment. Maybe that will help to tell me who he is. But, I’m gonna need detective Charles for this.
I reach over and grabbed the left edge of my bed. I pulled myself forward and gaze down. Great! There’s a call nurse remote laying by it. I pick it up and pressed the red-circled, see through button continuously. In seconds a nurse rushes in.
“I need you to do me a favor!”
CHAPTER EIGHT: CHARLES DETERMINATION TO GET THE TRUTH:
Now I’m back in my car. After investigating the area, I still couldn’t find anything. But at least Gibbs and the other officers are there now.
Maybe those chemicals might find something I missed. But what I do know, is he must’ve used a separate knife to kill Jenny, only thing is where did he hide it? I wonder if it’s in the river? Or at his house?
Where ever it is, I will find it. After dropping off the low-top sneaker at the forensics lab and getting that warrant, I felt close to solving this case. But there’s one more thing I have to worry about: the day’s fading, and by the look of the fading sun quickly settling into the dark blue sky, I already knew its way pass eight o’clock.
So when I get home, I’m really gonna need the perfect excuse. But than again, maybe not. After being married, and trying to lie for all these years, she always managed to point it out with great accuracy.
So what’s the point? I might as well take care of
before I do that. And that’s just what I’m doing. I’m already approaching Dawson ’s house from across the street. The two cruisers I called for back up, Ben and Tony, rides pass me and parks in a large open space in front of me. I glance around. Dawson
Yes! not a soul in sight. Perfect, no distractions. Suddenly my cell phone rings. After retrieving it, I really hope it’s not Barbara. I look at the screen. It shows a number I haven’t seen before, so naturally I didn’t want to answer it.
But I remember giving my cell number out to a few people that may have insight on the case. Or maybe its someone that’s trying to warn me about something.
Great, it’s the woman I helped in the hospital earlier. I hope she knows something, cause its a bad time to start having a useless conversation.
“A nurse said my daughter, Stephanie, had a dream that may help this case”.
“Great, let her know I’m going to investigate this scene first. When I’m done, I’ll interview her later”.
“Alright, let me know how things turn out”.
I hang up with determination to stop him. I stuff my phone back in my pocket before getting out. The officers follow behind me and we race to his front door with our guns drawn, until we align both sides of it. I knock three times, than waited. The door opens.
It’s him. I grab his hand and pull him to the ground on the porch. Ben and Tony stay for protection. And without a hassle, he’s handcuffed, just how I like it. We hear his wife and children running up to us.
“Hey! Hey!! What the hell are you doing?!!! What the hells going on here?!!” she screams.
Finally two more officers, Jerry and Larry, rushes up and grabs her arms to restrain her, but she wrenches forward, making it more difficult to sustain order.
“What the hell are you doing?!! Get off of me!!”
Ben and Tony now start to escort
to the police cruiser. But she’s still in the way of us getting in the house. Dawson
“Where the hell are you taking him?!! He didn’t do anything!! Let me go!!”
She starts to become too violent and too wildly to control, now I have to try and talk her down.
“Ma’am, ma’am I’m detective Charles. We believe your husband my have killed Sam Jennings”.
“What?!!! What are you talking about!! He didn’t kill any damn body!!”
“Ma’am, ma’am you’re interfering with a police investigation”.
“I don’t care!!!”
She roars in my face.
“You let my damn husband go!! Or I swear I’ll sew this whole state for everything its got!!” She lashes in a strong raspy voice.
Not cooperating huh? I tilt my head quickly; signaling the officers to pin her down on the porch as well.
She continues to struggle, but not as ferociously as before. So I just stepped over her and head inside. While into the living room, Ben and Tony rushes pass me where they started flipping up cushions from both the love seat and the couch. I guess they got
in the car safely. I head up stairs. Dawson
The first place I go is in the office. And after walking over and picking up the laptop, I head back outside. On the porch I hear sobbing on my left by what sounds like children and had to look. It is her kids, they’re hugging her as she sits up by the wall with her hands handcuffed behind her back.
Now, to be honest, it really does hurt m a bit to see that, but if she would’ve cooperated with what we were trying to tell her, than she wouldn’t be in that predicament. So I got over it and leave. I head onto the street.
Ignoring the neighbor’s that’s standing on his sidewalk in shock by what’s happening. I walk towards officer Stevens, who’s just getting out his cruiser and jogging towards me.
“Hey, you know where the forensics lab is?” I ask.
“Here, take this to Gibbs for analysis”.
He accepts it with both hands.
“Yes sir, you going back inside?”
“Yeah, the more we find on this guy, the better”.
He heads back to his squad car as I head back to examine the house. After an hour of searching, the other officers and I became disappointed by the lack of anymore evidence.
We also had a debate. Jerry and Larry talked about him being innocent while Ben, Tony, and I conflicted this theory by the laptop, and his attraction to Sam. But at the end of the day, we are thankful we took down a person of interest that maybe the killer. And that’s better than nothing. I walk with Brian through the living room towards the front door. After heading outside, he walks towards the mother as I head towards the squad car containing
in the distance. Dawson
I can see the anger and irritation clearly all over his face as he stares out the windshield. But that’s not going to stop or scare me. After I open the door, he puts his head down. Judging this, it might take awhile.
“You said your family was going to spend two days over her house. What happened?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even give a glance. He just keeps his pose as if he’s challenging me. But maybe I can lower his defenses.
“I know you want to see your family. And I know you don’t want your kids to see their father in prison when they’re grown. That’s why I need you to be completely honest with me. The more you are, the less harder it will be in the end”.
“You want me to be honest?” He asks as he slowly turns his head. Flashing a grin more deviant than I’ve ever seen before, but I still keep my calm demeanor.
“It’s for the better” I assured.
He leans closer to me.
better have a damn good lawyer”. Portland
His smile, combined with the seriousness in his eyes, is really starting to irritate me. Is he really serious? Or just a good actor? He leans back and returns his posture the same way I return back to being calm, cause unless he can prove I did something illegal, to me, he’s bluffing. Enough of this, I want to question him now.
I stand up and walk over to Officer Lopez now talking to Ben and Tony by their squad car.
“Let’s take him to the station now. I wanna charge this bastard”.