This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
- Dear Ellie - Part 16
Scott Branson is on a path to self-destruction, and Ellie will pay the price.
It was time to let Scott know of the new developments in the case. He had a right to know if he was to be arrested for murder. She pulled into the jail parking lot and checked in.
Scott was brought from his cell to the visitor's booth, surprised to see Stella. A few more days and he would be released.
"What's up, Stella?"
"Scott, ya need to help me with this. I know you're innocent of any wrongdoing, excep' maybe breakin' into the old Brownsville hospital. Detective Larson has it out for ya. He wants to arres' you for the murder of Rosie Spenser."
A shocked Scott fell back further into his chair. "How did this all come about? I mean, it seems to be coming out of nowhere. What's going on, Stella?"
"They have your DNA on the cord that was used to hang Rosie Spenser."
"That's impossible, Stella. I never touched . . ."
"What, Scott? What are you thinking?"
A broken Scott looked into Stella's eyes. "Stella, it may be possible. It very well may be my DNA."
"You mean, you're admitting guilt, Scott?"
Scott continued, "The DNA - did they get that from a blood sample?"
Stella's interest was up. "I believe they did, but what do ya know about that?"
"The night I broke into the nursing home - I tripped over a cord. I fell and cut my hand on a piece of broken glass. I was so mad, I picked up the cord and threw it as far as I could.
"Stella, it was midnight black in there. I don't know if I grabbed the same cord or another, but if it's the same, I can guarantee you my blood is on it."
"Sounds good to me. I know ya didn't do it. It's Larson we have to worry 'bout. He's in a panic to close this case as fas' as possible. He'd jus' as soon pin it on you as anyone else.
"I don't think much will come of this. It's your word against nobody. Willin' to be placed on the lie detector?"
"Yeah, sure. Whatever it takes. Stella . . . we are going to find the one who took Carrie, right?"
"Now, look child. I told ya once, and I'll not tell ya again. I'm the bes' at what I do, and I'm not stoppin' until someone is sitting in the state pen for the kidnapping of Carrie Branson. Enough said. I gotta get back to the precinct."
Scott tried to sleep, but he was having a difficult time. He listened to the sounds of the other prisoners as they snored through the night and wondered why he also couldn't join them. Then he heard the whispers.
"Okay, now, look. We get outta here in three days. The following Saturday morning is when they take care of business in Brownsville. I'll meet you at the corner at 2:00 a.m. I'll introduce you to the guys and they'll take it from there. Like I said, there's a ton of money to be made - you up for it?"
Scott was awake the rest of the night as he impatiently waited for morning. His list of priorities for the day was headed by the need to call Stella and let her know of the new developments. The use of the phones was terribly expensive. He wasn't sure Stella would take his call. Fortunately, she did.
"Stella, Scott here. Thanks for taking my call." He continued to fill her in on the details of the plans. Stella scheduled a watch at the Brownsville Golden Age Nursing Home for 1:00 a.m. She was to meet four Brownsville officers to keep an eye on the early morning activity.
Stella called the Brownsville police and arranged for four officers to meet her two blocks from the old building on Friday night at 1:00 a.m. All the entrances would be kept in sight with the extra help. Just minutes before one o'clock, Stella pulled off the street and parked. Not sure about it, but Stella allowed Ellie to come along. She was, however, ordered to stay in the vehicle. Stella met the officers and they walked the remaining distance to the location.
The two o'clock hour came and went as did the 3:00, 4:00, and 5:00 o'clock hour. No activity whatsoever. They called it a night. Stella returned to her vehicle and pulled out into the street. As she did so, she noticed another car pull out a few blocks behind her. She kept a close eye on her rear-view mirror. She pulled over to the curb and allowed the car to pass.
Looking over at Ellie, she said, "Honey, that car looks familiar. Ever see it before?"
Ellie took a long look. "No, I don't think so."
The car continued a few blocks with Stella close behind, He failed to stop at a stop sign, and the flashing lights of Stella's cruiser illuminated the darkness. She was careful as she approached the Subaru. Her flashlight landed on David Martin's face.
"So, Mr. Martin. We meet again. Do ya know why ya were stopped?"
"Well - maybe - possibly - could it have been because I accidentally ran that stop sign a couple blocks back?"
"You're quite observant, Mr. Martin. Now, tell me, what brings ya to Brownsville this time of day? Maybe a bar? Maybe a meeting at the Brownsville Golden Age Nursing Home?"
An irritated Martin looked away before he spoke. "And what are you implying, officer."
"Nothin'. At leas' not yet. No ticket. I'm jus' givin' ya a warning. Now, Mr. Martin, I sugges' you drive carefully and get outta here before I change my mind."
"Yes, Ma'am. And I'd like to remind you that this is Brownsville, not West Mifflin. You don't have any authority here. Have a good night."
Stella returned to the cruiser. The look on Ellie's face was telling her she desperately needed to know what was going on. "David Martin, Child. Do ya think he may have been tipped off? Maybe he saw the police cruisers parked down the street and decided to make it a no-show. We need to keep our eyes on him."
Back home the number 235 kept appearing over and over in Ellie's mind. It had to be room 235 at the Brownsville building. She was on the phone to Stella.
"Stella, please. We have to go back to Brownsville. It's room 235 again, Something's there. We have to find it."
By this time Stella was beyond weary. "Honey, now listen. We were jus' there. There ain't nothing' happenin', at leas' not tonight."
"Oh, okay Stella. I'll go myself. Thanks for your time." The sarcasm in Ellie's voice was plain to hear.
"No, Honey. You stay right there. I'm on my way."
The sun was beginning to rise as the pair pulled into the nursing home parking lot. Knowing Ellie had just been released from the hospital was a concern for Stella. Ellie was once again ordered to stay put in the cruiser.
"No. Stella. I'm going in with you. I have to see for myself. I'm ready.for this. I really am."
The two made their way quietly to the elevator and pushed floor two. The elevator rose slowly at first, then jerked to a stop. Stella pushed the up button again, and the elevator continued uninterrupted to the second floor. The door opened, and the two continued down the hall to room 235. All was quiet.
Stella turned the knob and hit the light switch.
- Dear Ellie - Part 18
Scott Branson is on a path to self-destruction, and Ellie will pay the price.
© 2017 William Kovacic
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on October 05, 2019:
See you there, Tori.
Tori Leumas on October 01, 2019:
I just keep reading. Your stories keep me captivated. On to part 18 now.
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on November 11, 2017:
See you next time, Tamara!
BBYCGN from Uninhabited Regions on November 10, 2017:
And, on I go!
William Kovacic (author) from Pleasant Gap, PA on November 03, 2017:
You'll find out soon, Lori. By the way, I like your new profile pic.
Lori Colbo from Pacific Northwest on November 02, 2017:
Stella sure goes the extra mile on this case. Can't wait to see what they'll find when the lights turn on.