Demented (part 2)

 

Chapter 2

 

“Mrs. Ross?” Detective Nathaniel Eaglefeather questioned the lady who peeked around the front door. He was making a routine visit to the mother of, Damon Ross.

 

The lady peeking behind the door. Closed the door removing the door chain then opens the door fully. “Hello, I’m Simone. I care for Mrs.Ross.”

 

He introduced himself and asked if he could step inside to speak with Mrs. Ross. He was welcomed in and brought to the living room to have a seat on the couch. He waited patiently for Simone to return with Mrs.Ross.

 

Detective Nathaniel Eaglefeather looked around the home carefully. It was very neat and clean. There were plastic liners on the floral print couches. The television looked to be from the 60’s. There were everyday house hold items from decades ago still in use and all well maintained.

 

The house smells of fresh baked cookies. You could also hear coffee brewing in the background. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary,yet there was a slight ominous feel in the air. He couldn’t distinguish if it was all in his mind, or a sixth sense warning him, and until he could figure it all out he would pay closer attention to his surroundings.

 

When they entered the room he stood respectfully, like any gentlemen would. However, he was surprised to see Mrs.Ross in a wheelchair. His partner had not mentioned anything about a wheelchair. This should make everything easier,however, he had to follow through with his investigation.

 

“I’m sorry. No one told me that you were in a wheelchair,” Nathaniel felt slightly silly for coming to the poor old ladies home to harass her.

 

“It’s okay child. I willing to do whatever it takes to help my son,” she spoke and he could hear the frailty in her voice.

 

She looked to be in her 80’s.  “Why would anyone ask a woman this old to watch their infant child. Far less to accuse their own elderly mother of such a heinous crime. She looked as if she would need diaper changes the same time with the baby.

 

“Well I really don’t know where to begin. We spoke over the phone earlier. I just need to clarify our conversation in person. Maybe get a little more information if I can,” he began.

 

“I would be glad too,” Mrs. Ross said readjusting herself in her wheelchair.

 

“First let me make sure we have your name correct. Vanessa Marie Ross. Correct?” he questioned looking up from the notepad and pen he pulled out.

 

“Yes,” she answered.

 

“And, Damon, is your only child?” he continued.

 

She hesitated before answering which became a silent red flag for him. “Yes. My only boy.”

 

Nathaniel sensed deception, but summed it up to a child she may of lose through a miscarriage, or some other tragic end.

 

“Well, based on our conversation earlier. My partner has arrested your son early this morning. He is claiming you murdered his wife and kidnapped his daughter. I can clearly see that, he is obviously lying,” Nathaniel said motioning towards her wheelchair. “However, I will need to search the premises for a missing child. If that is alright with you?” he had no reason to believe this elderly lady was a kidnapper or a murderer.

 

“Certainly, young man,but first you have to try my famous fresh baked chocolate chip cookies,” Mrs. Ross smiled.

 

Coming from a culture that respected their elders he could not say,no.”Absolutely,” he replied.

 

“Simone,dear,go get the cookies, and placed them on the nice China,” she gently rested her feeble hand on top of Simone’s hand where it rested on the handles of the wheelchair.

 

“Yes ma’am,” Simone left quickly.

 

Mrs. Ross turned her attention back to Nathaniel. “What nation are you?”

 

Nathaniel was caught of guard by her question he only heard that when he visited New Mexico. “No nation,” he smiled. “I’m Seminole,” he answered.

 

“Seminole. Really,” her face lit up with excitement. “I have a Seminole skirt I bought it years ago. I was told its an antique.”

 

“I’m sure it’s worth a lot,today.”

 

“It certainly is,” she smiled. “But, I can’t part with it,” she ended.

 

“You should have it framed,” Nathaniel suggested.

 

“Here we go,” Simone reappeared with a tray filled with chocolate chip cookies.

 

“They look delicious and smell amazing,” Nathaniel complimented.

 

“Dive in,” Mrs Ross encouraged.

 

“You won’t have to ask me twice,” Nathaniel joked grabbing a cookie off the plate.

 

“Oh, please dear, hand him a napkin,” Mrs Ross insisted motioning towards Simone.

 

Before Nathaniel could bite into the cookie a loud bang was heard in the house. “What was that?” he asked startled by the noise.

 

“My goodness, I have no idea,” Mrs. Ross grabbed her chest and looked around for Simone to return from the kitchen, hoping she had an answer.

 

“It was just me Ma’am,” she answered returning with a napkin for Nathaniel. “I’m sorry if I startled you,” she added.

 

“That’s quite alright, dear,” Mrs. Ross smiled. She turned her attention towards Nathaniel who was checking a text message.

 

“Nothing too important I hope,” Mrs. Ross said getting his attention.

 

“Actually it is. I will just do a walk through. I really don’t believe you have anything to do with your daughter-in-law’s murder,” he smiled at her.

 

“Of course not, please take your time and eat your cookie,” she returned.

 

Nathaniel nodded as he stood and left the room to search the house. Everything seem to be perfectly organized and clean. He made his rounds the only thing that caught his attention was a hallway table that appear to have been moved recently. He took a step back and began to notice the wall looked different in that area. Just as he was about to move the table to investigate further, his cell phone rang. It was Michael and he sensed it was urgent. He answered while he carefully observed the wall.

 

“What’s new?” he answered his phone.

 

“Okay, I don’t even know how to wrap my mind around this. Apparently our dead victim is now a missing person,” Michael informed his partner.

 

“What!” Nathaniel said now leaving the hallway and making his way back to the living room. Michael continued talking while he said his good byes to Simone and Mrs. Ross. He still held his cookie wrapped in a napkin in his hand. He jumped into his vehicle and began to drive off in the direction of headquarters.  “When did she go missing?”

 

“They just discovered her missing a few minutes ago. They are going over the security video cameras now,” Michael answered. “How did it go over there?”

 

“She’s in a wheelchair,” Nathaniel began.

 

“Oh, forget it. This guy is horrible,” Michael groaned.

 

“Well, let’s not be too quick to judge, sweet old grandma is hiding something,” Nathaniel replied.

 

“Why would a man blame his mother for his wife’s death?” Michael thought out loud.

 

“More importantly, where is that child?” Nathaniel questioned. In all the excitement he had placed his cookie carelessly down on the seat and it had fallen onto the floor. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his phone he decided to retrieve the cookie later.

 

Back at  Mrs. Ross’ home…

 

“Why did you let him leave with the cookie?” Simone questioned. “If he bites into that thing and dies on the road the evidence is with him.”

 

“Throw away the poisoned batch and bring out the regular ones. Don’t forget to check on the baby,” Mrs. Ross said calmly.

 

Simone left with out saying a further word. She returned twenty minutes later breathless. “The baby! She’s gone!”

 

 

 

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About April Thomas

April Thomas is a multi-talented entrepreneur. She is the author and writer of a book series called Endurance, which was first published in 2009. She has incredible inspiration and creativity. She has built and designed her website called Endurance9, and still manages to explore her natural gift of designing her own line of Embellish jewelry, costume drawing/sewing, and a passion for photography. April Thomas knows how to tap into a woman's essence of beauty and imagination. She has also been an advocate in the Native American culture, community, and children.

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