Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Chapter14 Blowing Hot

“But you heard him right. He is not in love with Kate,” said Mrs. Coleman to her husband.

Brian had left the house for a walk on the street, leaving his parents to bicker over the whole issue.

“Can you hear yourself,” replied Mr. Coleman, “How can you bathe a girl without nursing feelings for her- bathing is involved here; scrubbing her breasts, buttocks and all that like a lactating mother does to her baby.”

“Responsibility speaks here. We raised our son to lend helping hands to others, to treat people nicely and run to their rescue. If he washed Kate that night and he is accused of stealing that shouldn’t prompt us to judge and spite him,” Mrs. Coleman said, shaking her head each time and pacing up and down the room.

“You just said now we raised our son to be good in bathing the girls, but trust me, if Kate were to take a bullet from a shooter that night Brian would have taken her place.”

She rolled her eyes contentiously at him, “And many divine souls have done that without being in love.”

He poured himself a coffee, “Then why did he keep it from us? Why didn’t he tell us of his skills in bathing the girls and Kate being his first victim? Nothing happens by accident. Love inspires feelings and obsession,” he said softly now staring at the vapor from his coffee as it disappeared into thin air. “These are kids; they read what we don’t red, they see what don’t see, they feel what we don’t feel, they kiss how we can’t kiss,”

“Heh, that is verbal abuse, sweet Coleman,” retorted Mrs. Coleman,” and if Brian were to be here he wouldn’t take it lightly with you.”

“What verbal abuse?” shouted Mr. Coleman, “We have fallen short of our duty as parents. We are gradually losing our son. The Fannys are ready to sue anybody involved in their stolen gold watch and tape.

Mrs. Coleman pranced to her husband, held him on the shoulder and asked, “the question now is did our son do it?”

Mr. Coleman quietened and watched his wife peck him and walk away. He noticed his coffee and lost interest in it as he poured it into the sink and sat on the sofa.

Brian loosened up as he entered the interrogation room to have a seat across a table. The light shone in his face and there was no record of fear in his looks. The echoing silence was broken by the creaking door as a police inspector walked in smartly.

“We meet again,” the police affirmed after taking the seat opposite. “I am Inspector Fred,”

“It doesn’t sound like Guinness Book,” said Brian, squeezing his lips and rolling his hostile eyes at him.

“It will never sound like it if you disclose to me the truth behind the missing gold watch and tape,” said the police. “Who is she to you?”

“She is my ex girlfriend.”

“Ex girlfriend? Sounds like a bad record. And why did you relocate to Miami?” queried the police.

“You don’t question my right to movement and migration. I am not your dog that sits at your ass and bark woo-woo-woo for a cup of ice cream. When we say the fact our subjects doubt us because the fact doesn’t sound like their expectation. The fact will be the truth if it comes in the picture of their expectation. You and I know you wouldn’t want me to own up to what I’m innocent of.”

“Are you innocent of the fact that a camera covers you stealing a gold watch and a tape?”

“Can you tell me the circumstances surrounding the fact?”

“Kid you are no police, even the White House is answerable to us. I do the interrogation you do the answering.” The Inspector’s inflamed face warned Brian.

“You are not going to put it to me that I stole. I can only boast of a camera covering me bathing Kate and bathing with her when she threw up on me.”

“Bathing Kate?” asked the police, looking confused and lost.

“Or didn’t her parents tell you I washed their drunken daughter in the shower? Or they told you want you need to nail me down.”

Inspector Fred sighed and shot a wary look at him, “I was never told that. They only mentioned you as a possible suspect since you were at the party and a close pal of Kate.”

“Close pal- no, was I at the party- yes,” said Brian.

“I want you to be frank with me. What led to her drunkenness? What did you witness that you would love to reveal, anything shady?”

Brian initiated a long smile, “I don’t know if you want me to elaborate to you how the alcohol was brewed by some alcohol company and corked for consumption. Or am I going to tell you the reaction of alcohol in her body. I have told you what I know, zero-zero-seven police, so can this interrogation close?” Brian remarked and inspector Fred watched on and gave upon him.

In the Fannies hell was let loosed.

“Somebody’s not telling me something,” said Mr. Fanny to Kate and her mother, “How do I get to hear that Brian washed drunken Kate in the shower, I mean a naked bath, from an outsider, while you are aware,” he pointed at them.

“Who told you that?” asked Mrs. Fanny, fire in her eyes as she looked shocked.

Mr. Fanny was struggling with his breath. “Brian told the police. Now listen up, you two are going to tell me what I need to know before I hang Peter for Judas. The tapes are two. The one in the bedroom is missing while you discarded the one in the bath. I believe they had their bath in the shower which was covered by the tape you discarded. You watched that tape and when I asked you about it you claimed there was nothing in it. Honey-diva, why did you lie to me and what are you hiding?” Mr. Fanny asked his wife. “The person that stole my gold watch and the tape did it when Kate was drunk,” he bawled.

But then she had broken down in tears, sobbing as Kate petted her and wiped the tears trickling down her cheeks.

Mr. Fanny lit a cigar, smoked and walked out on them. She sobbed beyond control as she hugged Kate. “You don’t have to cry, mom. Perk up. You got my book. You did your best. If Brian actually told the police it then means it is an intentional act. He told the police to get back at me and I’m going to get back at him too,” she vowed.

Her phone buzzed and when she saw it, Tony was calling.