Chapter 1: A Slip-up
When I was wrongly convicted of homicide, I
was sentenced to life with no chance of parole or early release, and taken to
Red Canyon maximum security prison. Now you may think I'm lying and compare me
to all the other guys in the prison, but I AM innocent. So you've heard this
one before, right? Well you'd be wrong. It started when I uncovered some dirt
on the company I was working for. It was by sheer accident too.
I was in the washrooms taking a leak when the deputy director came in
through the door. A fat guy with greasy brown hair dressed in a pinstripe gray
suit. He was carrying some documents under his arms. As he stepped up to the
urinal he gave me a friendly nod. There was something not right though, and he
had a look on his face that suggested he was pissed off about something. I
suppose we all get that way though. Next thing was he started grimacing in pain
and grabbing at his chest. I don't know if it was fear or confusion, but
initially I just stood there and watched him. It wasn't till he fell to his
knees I realized it was a heart attack. I ran for the door to call for help but
just then it swung open, and in walked the boss himself.
He had taken me by surprise and I stumbled backward and slipped on a
patch of wet floor and landed next to the poor deputy in the middle of having a
heart attack. The boss' face turned from a look of anger to horror as he raced
over to lend assistance.
"What are you doing man? He's having a heart attack," he said
looking down at me.
I stood up and looked down at him as he writhed a few more times then
stopped moving. The whole time the boss was knelt over him trying to do chest
compressions. It was then it caught my eye, printed as plain as day on one of
his documents, which were by that time scattered on the floor.
"Dear Mr. Gray I am writing to inform you that we have received
your money and our man will be paying the guy and his family a visit. If he has
indeed jeopardized your company’s arms deal with the New World Revolutionaries
then removing of him will be necessary. What's more..."
"What the hell are you looking at, go get help for Christ
sake!" The boss yelled. “Call 911 or something!”
He was a tall, well-built man, and not the sort of guy you wanted to
mess with. Besides, in my head he now was guilty of supporting terrorism and
possibly other acts of crime. This made him even more imposing, and I found
myself instantly on the defensive.
"Uh, right sorry Sir. I'll get on to it right away."
Of course by that time it was too late and the guy was as dead as a doornail.
His panicked eyes staring motionlessly at the ceiling of the washroom.
"Wait! What were you looking at a moment ago?"
"Me? Nothing just shocked that's all, staring into space."
"Nothing eh. You know he's dead because of you."
"Because of me, he had a heart attack Sir."
"You just stood there and did nothing," he balled, as he
hurriedly picked up all the papers.
"Take the rest of the day off, I want you out of my sight."
"Sure, I'm..."
"Just get out!"
I wasn't going to argue, and what's more I did not know if he clocked
me looking at the letter. Surely if it was true I might end up having someone
paying me and my family a visit. I wanted to get out as soon as I could so I
left and headed back home. As I walked I could not help but think about all
that had happened that morning. I mean our company was famous for the
production of machinery and computer parts, but weapons? That was the first I'd
heard. Right now, I feared for my life. It was like something out of one of
those movies and I found myself nervously looking around for signs that I was
being followed. I began to think about people I could talk to. I thought about
the police, but just like in the movies, what if they had half if not all the
force on their payroll. It would certainly not be unlikely given the size of
the company I worked for. Talking to the police soon became a bad idea. I
thought about other law enforcement agencies like the Feds, but how would I
prove a thing? It was my word against theirs, a multimillion dollar company.
It wasn't till I got home and was pacing in worry that I remembered my
sister's husband's brother. He was a lawyer in the biggest court in the city.
Surely I could trust him, and perhaps he too had contacts that could fix
things. I decided that I would go see him that very next morning.
****
Later that night I was sat on the sofa and my eyes had begun to get
heavy and I started to drift off to sleep. Suddenly the phone rang and I stood
up with a jolt. Do I answer it? I thought to myself. Well it might be my wife
or anything. I really missed her and her business trip in England had lasted a
lot longer than originally planned.
"Hello," I said through the handset, as I lifted it to my
ear.
"Hello, Patrick. I wanted to talk to you about today."
"Oh, Mr. Gray hello,"
"I'm terribly sorry for shouting at you, it wasn't professional.
You must have been shocked at what happened and I wanted to check you were
alright."
"You did?"
I knew there was something else. For him to suddenly be so nice and
call me at this time of the night all seemed too odd. Perhaps I was just
paranoid, but I could not forget the letter I had seen. The question was, was
did he know I'd seen it.
"Yes, you looked shocked to me and even on the verge of passing
out. When we get like that sometimes we see things, strange things," he
continued.
"You mean like, hallucinations?"
"Yes, something like that. I saw it on the discovery
channel."
Now I'm a fan of the discovery channel and had seen all their episodes
and I knew for a fact that this was not true. Perhaps he had his sources mixed
up or perhaps my mind did concoct the letter from movies I've seen in the past.
"To tell you the truth Patrick I think you deserve some rest for a
while. I'm sending a therapist to you. He will make sure you're alright to
work."
"You are? What time is he coming?"
"Now, he's on his way now."
"But it's 12:40 am."
"He's a friend of mine, really it's no problem."
Alarm bells started ringing in my head. This was not right. No
therapist came to your house at 12:40 am.
"Oh right, thank you Mr. Gray,"
I had to get out of the house fast. I'd seen things like this before
and it never ended well.
"Yep, well thank you. I have to go now."
"Okay, take care Patrick."
The phone line went to the dial tone. For a few seconds it buzzed away
in my ear as I stood there thinking. Eventually I dropped the receiver and ran
to pack my rucksack I used for hill walking in the summer.
It had been a full year now since my wife Anna had gone to England we
missed this summer’s trip to the hills together. Perhaps I could go and see
her, I thought. Perhaps I could flee to England and get away from all this. I
needed to get ready first. I needed to make sure I was safe, and then I would
give her a call.
Suddenly there were sounds of screaming. Shivers ran up my spine and I
froze on the spot. The screams had come from next door in my neighbor’s house.
Jane and Adam, they had two kids. A boy and a girl both aged about five years
old. Could it be connected to me? I thought. I shuddered, and wished that
perhaps they were watching some horror on TV with the volume up too load, but
deep in my mind I knew this was not true and something more sinister was
happening.
Next there was a knock at my door.
"Hello, hello. Patrick, are you there? It's Michael. I'm the therapist
that Mr. Gray sent. Are you still awake?" came a deep voice from down by
the door.
I pulled the bedroom curtains aside and looked down. The guy standing
at the door was about six foot and fairly slim built. He wore a brown trench
coat, black beanie hat and round glasses. There was no sign of anything odd. He
seemed to sense my gaze because he turned to look up at the window and smiled.
Could I be going mad? Perhaps Mr. Gray was right. No, he wasn't right and I had
to get out fast.
I finished stuffing a few more clothes into my rucksack and sprinted
down the stairs. As I reached the bottom I noticed the door was wide open. He
has somehow picked the lock as there was no sound or sign of him breaking in. I
had realized too late however and I heard the cocking of a pistol right at the
side of my head.
"So, Mr. Hunt. It seems that you have made some people very very
unhappy. So here’s how it’s going to work. You will walk over and quietly sit
on the couch. Try anything funny and I'll decorate your walls in red. Catch my
meaning?"
"Perfectly, please don't kill me. I don't know what's going on. I
did not see anything."
"Who said anything about seeing something?"
"I, I just…"
"You just assumed right. You know what they say about assumption?
That it’s the mother of all fuckups and that Mr. Hunt is how I know you’re
lying to me. Get over on the couch."
"Oh god, please!"
"Move!" he said harshly.
To tell you the truth, I was scared shitless. Don't let anyone tell you
they're not scared to have a gun to their head. Naturally I obeyed and dropped
my bag and slowly headed for the couch.
"Now sit down," he ordered with a wave of the handgun.
I sat on the couch and he sat opposite me on the coffee table.
"We know you saw something you were not supposed to. We don't know
how much but it's enough. We also know you have no evidence against us, so
there really is nothing you can do. We are concerned you blab about it to
someone who may believe you and start some kind of investigation. So I'm here
to stop that. Do you understand?"
"Does that mean you’re going to kill me?"
"No, killing you might look suspicious. We know how stressful your
job is and we know your wife is in England and you miss her terribly. Who knows,
maybe she’s really left you and gone off to start seeing another man. That
would make you really angry wouldn't it? Also Mr. Gray has told the company
psychiatrist he witnessed you acting irrationally. Quite frankly Pat, you’re
going mad. You've losing your mind," he said as he removed the silencer
from his gun and rubbed it down with a cloth. “The stress of life is all too
much and you feel like you’re losing control.”
"But I'm not mad! I know my wife is working!"
"We'll see about that. For now I'd simply like you to leave your
house. Go see your two timing wife, go jump of a bridge. Anything you want,
just don't go back to work and don't do anything stupid, like trying to kill
Mr. Gray or make him look bad, because if we meet again I will pull the
trigger."
"You're letting me go?"
"You heard me, get out of here."
I felt it was probably too good to be true. Part of me wanted to stay
in the house. I actually feared leaving. I only paused for a moment however,
before I eventually ran and grabbed by bag and headed for the door. I sprinted
up the street as fast as I could and didn't look back. I only stopped when I
ran out of breath. In the rush I had forgotten my cell phone. Still it did not
matter, I knew Anna's number by heart and there was a row of pay phones another
three blocks away.
My luck was about to get worse however. Just when I neared the phone
the sound of police sirens wailed up the streets. It was only seconds before I
saw the flashing blue lights. A squad car pulled up right next to me on the
street and the two troopers appeared, shielding themselves behind the car
doors.
"Reach for the weapon slowly and place it on the ground before
you. Then take twelve steps back!" they demanded with guns drawn.
"I'm not carrying a weapon," I called back, squinting through
the light of the car's head beams.
"Then get on the floor and place your hands behind your back or we
will open fire."
I really had no choice but to obey and slowly lowered myself to the
floor. The nearest trooper ran for me and sticking his knee in my back and
holding the gun to my head he cuffed me and dragged me to my feet.
"Mr. Hunt I am arresting you on suspicion of homicide. You have
the right to remain silent, anything you do say may be used against you in the
court of law. You have the right to an attorney and if you can't afford one
then one will be appointed to you."
"I didn't do it!" I cried out.
It was no use. He ignored me and after searching me for a weapon and
finding nothing, he dragged me off and threw me in the back of his squad
car.
To be continued...