Chapter 14
By the time I got to the office, everywhere was rowdy with the employees trying to get one task or the other done.
Whenever I experience this- the rush hour moment in the office, I think about Carlos and why the fuck he thinks we’re understaffed.
There are a still good number of people, from seniors to junior levels and even interns and yet he thinks we need more employees. I looked around and right in the middle of it all was a stressed–looking Carlos, who looked like he hadn’t gotten laid since I left,
He saw me first and just tilted his head toward the elevator.
I gave a nod in response and watched as he gently disengaged himself from the people who surrounded him.
“Right in time,” he blurted as we walked toward the elevator together,
I should have never left because now, the whole place feels so different and it’s like something inside of me just piqued towards a different perspective.
“What’s going on?” Carlos asked the moment we got inside my office. He closed the door to avoid any unnecessary interruption and proceeded to – sit wearily on the leather choir
I wish I had an immediate response to his question about what’s going on but Carlos really is the one in the best position to say. Ignoring the question, I went straight to the bar which was hidden in one of the cabinets,
I know a lot of people who have the no–drinking alcohol policy at work—1 mean, I just met one in Virginia and although I admire them, I cannot be
that way.
Talready have too many problems with my life and the lives of my clients to not need a strong drink. I turned to the ice machine and poured us both whiskey on nice.
“I’m sure you’ll need this too.” I blurted without turning. “Morgan Champ’s case is a very complicated one.”
Told you.
His tone sounded more like he was making a mockery
by and not
not reminding me. I handed him a glass of whiskey and turned to the mahogany table.
“So how come you
ou haven’t said anything yet!”
I cocked an cychrow at him and be dropped his glass on the side table. “You think I wasn’t going to ask! There’s a young man who needs our damn help and you are saving nothing
“That doesn’t mean I’m doing nothing”
“Avro,” he blurted and shook his head. “I get it. The case is complicated and you need all the time but that young man has no time.”
I took a deep breath because Carlos was right–Morgan Champ needs us and I owe him his freedom cause I know he didn’t do it.
Fill me in on what we have again.
-Morgan Champ, suspected of murdering his wife, Leila Champ. He owns a car shop alongside a Floral shop that he registered under his wife’s name. On the 12th of April 2020–his wife was found dead in their house but further investigations revealed that the couple were not on good terms after Morgan Champ caught his wife in bed with another man.”
Hm…
Carlos paused and looked at me before he continued. ”
“Morgan was arrested since everyone could think of a motive.”
“How about the evidence What does NYPD have?”
“Fingerprints
“On the inurder weapont
“Yes,” he answered. “But Morgan claims it’s because he tried removing the knife from her stomach when he found her.”
I scoffed. “They don’t believe him, humm?“
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“Nahh. With the motive, they also did not bother running any check on any other
pects,”
“Do they however have a list of suspects! Anyone who doesn’t mind Leila getting killed?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Who is the young man?” 1
young man?” I asked again. “The one the deceased cheated on her husband with
“Uh—” It took a while for Carles to find his name from the document. “Charles Logan.”
“Do you have any findings on him? Background
d info and anything that we should be looking inta?”
“Not much the guy seems like a good guy. Inta serving his community, making the environment a better place and all. He’s also an old friend of Leila. He mentioned that they were friends when they were younger but Morgan doesn’t recall knowing him as Leila’s friend.”
“Can Morgan give us a list of anyone else who might have had issues with his wife? We need to have a direction in trying to get at something
“He wouldn’t say anything. To be honest, he’s grieving and it doesn’t look good”
“Getting cheated on and also losing your wife. Sounds like a lot
“Docu)congsate to bring accused of her tuunder and not given a chance to properly grieve.”
“Sometimes I wonder how–how he stays so calin, so reserved, and doesn’t see the need to wail out his eyes in barely said anything in atx days and they can’t seem to understand him.
precinct. The cops said he has
A man who has just lost his partner may be understood but a man dio got cheated on by the woman he loves and getting accused for her murder doesn’t souisd like one you can easily understand.
1 none have taken a good number of courses in psychology and mind–reading but nothing has even granted me a shot at understanding this man. Sometimes, I wonder how I’d get to defend him when he’s not saving anything.
Just as the thoughts kept clouding my head. I realized I had totally missed everything Garlos saad in the last five minutes. “Shit”
“I said it,” Carlos blurted looking at me with a cocked eyebrow sad in that you’re not fine. You’ve been acting really strange”
Tmn just trying to think okay? L’in trying to connect the dots
He scratched his beard lazily and I fell to the wivel chair, trying to understand every damn thing. The only person who really can understand this man from his perspective is someone who has also been through a similar thing: I swallowed the lump in my throat as I thought about Eleanor
She got cheated on by the person she loved and she also lost him not to the hands of death but to another woman.
“What are you thinking of! The past?”
1 raised my chin to him and shook my head, “Weally. I’m thinking of the future.
“What about it? We’ve seen worse facts, Avro, Nothing can surprise us again”
To be honest, that was the exact thing I thought too but I took one quick sip from my glass of whiskey and turned to Carlos. “Eleanor is Nor BrowIL”
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