|Carruthers' Demise, Final Chapters (standard:drama, 2300 words) [24/24] show all parts|
|Author: Brian Cross||Added: Jan 23 2014||Views/Reads: 1758/774||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Things come to a head, as Carruthers, Chelsey and Casey face each other.|
Chapter Forty Four Casey Jennings stood before them, a serene smile transfixed to her face. ‘Sorry for the unannounced entry – I just hoped and prayed I'd get the chance to be alone with you two – one more time.' ‘Just what is it with you?' Chelsey yelled; fury swelling her pupils. She was on her feet, striding to confront the intruder, but Carruthers was up too; something in that smile, smug, unnatural, made him step in front of his wife – ‘Oh don't be so jumpy the two of you – anybody would think you were frightened of me...' ‘No, not frightened,' Carruthers said, composing and steeling himself, eyes logged on Casey. ‘Perhaps a little unnerved and wary; you've not been yourself since...' ‘Since when?' Casey arched her dark brows. ‘Goldhawk's death?' Casey's right arm had been behind her back but now she drew it forward, settling elbow against midriff, unravelling her hand so that it exposed the small metal object within. ‘Something I found lying around.' Carruthers gaped, flung out a hand to snatch the pistol but in a single fluent motion Casey swiped the barrel down across his fingers. ‘Not so fast...' her laugh was fleeting and harsh – her lips became mashed and screwed, and Carruthers, clutching his rapped fingers noticed she wore make-up perhaps for the first time. Smeared on as it was she resembled a clown – and he knew – a dangerous one at that. ‘Get back, both of you – there are things I want to say – from a distance.' Chelsey forced herself out from behind Carruthers' shadow and arched forward. ‘I don't know what the hell's got into you but if you think I'm...' ‘You'll do as I say!' Chelsey felt the force of the pistol in Casey's backhand blow – the cold steel sending her reeling. Instinctively Carruthers reached out to catch her, hauling her away from Casey's reach. ‘That's better,' she snarled, ‘have the decency to let me speak without interruption.' Carruthers was forced back on the bed, his arm tight around his wife for fear of retaliation as he glared at the demonic figure who'd once been his friend. ‘Oh, isn't that touching,' she snarled. With her free hand she pinched her fingers. ‘I'll take a mental clip of that – you know, like a camera's shutter. No don't spoil it with wasted words...' she took several steps forward and Carruthers thought of charging her, but the weapon in her hand was unwaveringly steady. ‘Huh – such fools all of you – though I had Adrian wrong. I thought he was an idiot and a waster, never assumed him capable of killing anyone – which I assume he did to Foulkes...' again the harsh laugh, ‘it sure as hell wasn't me. But Goldhawk, now he was another matter, that one was attributable to me, well he had it coming – the lecherous and conniving bastard. And that chump Higginbotham tying up the loose ends, wrongly, handily for me. Oh yes, because in the end it's acted in my favour. ‘From what I saw, in the end I reckon Adrian was unbalanced enough to have killed you Chelsey – and you too Marty my love but that would have spoilt my fun. As it was my knight-in-shining armour arrived in the form of Noades, dear sweet Noades.' Casey delved into her pocket, her eyes switched from Carruthers to Chelsey – she flung fragments of crumpled paper in front of them, littering the floor – Chelsey's eyes widened as she realised what they were – Click here to read the rest of this story (196 more lines)
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