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Aftermath…new writing, unedited and incomplete…

“Wait, Konan. I’m sorry, truly. You’ve told me some of what you did in the military, and I know your father is a mass murderer. I guess I got frightened when you ended Blankenship.”
“I understand, Lilly. We’ve got another murderer to catch now. We will handle it by the book. Find ‘em, catch ‘em, book ‘em.”
“Sounds good, partner.”
Konan sat behind the wheel and started the vehicle, Lilly piled in next to him. He pulled out of the park and started for his mobile home.
“So, where do we go from here?”
“We go see my father in the morning.”
“Why? The lead he gave us was a dead end…”
“Exactly. It’s like he wanted us to pursue it to take suspicion off of someone else.”
“Wow. You’re taking an astronomical leap on that, Konan. You’ve got no trust in the man, do you?”
“None at all. I want to look him in the eye and see what he has to say.”
“Okay. I will dig into the records of Mr. Norm and see if we can’t generate some background on him. Who he hung out with, who his friends were, that type of thing.”
“Sounds good. I’ll meet you at the prison at 7.”
Konan pulled up in front of his trailer and opened the door. Lilly touched his arm. He turned and gave her a small smile. The moonlight framed her face perfectly. The beams of the moon danced in her eyes. Konan looked away.
“Are you still not dating anyone, Konan?”
“No. I’m far too busy for the insanity that dating entails.”
“It is rather maddening at times. You need a friend, a um, close friend.”
Konan looked at her and grinned. She shook her head. Lilly didn’t need foresight to know what ran through her partner’s mind.
“Are you available to be my…friend?”
“I am your partner. That’s closer than a friend. You need someone to fill the void when I’m not around.”
“I’ll buy a pet.”
“You need something more than a pet, Konan. You need someone who will listen to you, someone who wants to go with you and do things. You need human interaction.”
Konan smirked at her and shook his head no. “Human interaction is overrated, Lilly.”
“Overrated,” Lilly growled. Konan nodded.
“Yeah, like breathing.”
“Okay. I am going to leave on that note.”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you at seven. Be careful going home.”
Lilly got behind the wheel and watched Konan walk to his door. She shook her head and snorted. “If there was ever a guy that needed love it’s Konan. He is hell-bent to fight the current when it comes to love.”
Konan had disappeared into his home. Lilly started the car and began her drive home. She needed to get home and sort through her emotions. Konan wasn’t the only person who needed love, and like her partner, she too fought the current tirelessly. “I don’t need or want sex. I want something real, something pure.” In a dirty world, in a messy job, Lilly wanted something to cherish. She wanted a partner that would build with her.
Unfortunately for Lilly, in this world of broken dreams, dashed hopes, and crushing failure, the type of person she wanted in her life was in short supply.

If it even existed at all.

At 0630, Lilly sat in the parking lot of Parchman Prison. She blew on the hot coffee and took a small sip. She sighed. “There is something magical about the first sip, and cup, of coffee in the morning.” Konan pulled up in the parking lot a few moments later. She watched as he blew on his coffee. She grinned and suppressed her desires. He gave her a wave, and she nodded back. At 0645, Konan got out of his truck and walked to the unmarked sedan.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning.”
“Are you ready to visit the devil?”
Lilly giggled. Konan gave her a crooked grin. “Stop it,” Konan thought. “Do not flirt with your partner, do not put yourself in a predicament.”
“Sure, let’s go see what he got for his golden fiddle.”
Together, they walked toward the gate. The gate guard, an old timer named Walter, gave them a nod when they strolled up. Konan and Lilly reached for their wallets but the old man waved them on in.
“Good morning, detectives. Y’all sign in at the lobby.”
“Good morning, Walter.”
Lilly took lead and led the way into the lobby. She scribbled her and Konan’s name and badge number on the sign in sheet. The desk sergeant took the clipboard and took their firearms. He shifted in his seat like he couldn’t get comfortable. Konan caught his eye, but the sergeant looked away. He rubbed his hand over his bald head and took a deep breath.
“Mad Michael said you would be buy. He’s waiting for you in the visiting room.”
“Thanks,” Konan said. Lilly looked at her partner, his eyes revealed nothing.
The detectives walked back to the visiting room. Mad Michael sat in the far back of the room on the right.He smiled when he saw the two detectives walking his way.
“Grab a chair,” Mad Michael said. A plate with a four-high stack of pancakes was in front of him, along with a piping hot cup of coffee. Between bites of pancakes, Mad Michael nibbled on some bacon.
“Y’all want some,” he asked as he pushed his plate toward them. Lilly shook her head no. Konan took a piece of bacon from the plate and pushed it back toward his dad. Michael snickered.
“Norm is dead,” Konan began. “You knew that, so who are you protecting?”
Michael looked at Konan and laughed. He jerked a thumb at Konan and shook his head. Lilly forced a smile
“This guy,” Michael said to Lilly. “What? I don’t get a good morning? A ‘how are you doing’ would be nice.”
Konan nodded and whispered, ‘okay.’
“Good morning, ‘psycho-who-left-my-mother-high and dry.’ How are you doing?”
Michael’s eyes grew dark, his smile was replaced with a tight line. “Jesus, that must have been the look he gave that poor family that got in his way,” Lilly thought.
“I knew Norm was dead, but I figured you could use his name to generate something from it. Pardon me for trying to throw you a bone.”
Konan stood and placed his balled fists on the table. He leaned close to Michael and whispered, “I don’t need you to throw me a bone, hoss. You threw my mother one and it killed her well before her time. Stay out of our business.”

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