Aftermath…new writing, unedited, incomplete…

Hank and Tessa Fredericks watched as Konan and Lilly approached. At the apex of the case, the media had camped out on the Frederick’s lawn. Now, the media hype had vanished as soon as little Ana Marie’s body was discovered. Hank waved them on into the house. Lilly walked in first, Konan trailed behind her.


“Good afternoon,” Hank said as they entered.


“Hello, Mr. Fredericks. I’m Detective Lilly Thompson, this is my partner Detective Konan.” Hank stuck out his hand, Konan looked at it and then shook his hand.


“Hi,” Konan whispered. He looked about the house. There were photos of Hank, Tessa, Ana Marie, and a boy. Konan pointed at the picture and walked over. Everywhere he looked there were photos of the family.


“That’s a nice picture,” Konan said. “You all looked very happy.”


Tessa walked over to Konan and nodded. “We were very happy. Timothy had came home for winter break.”


“Timothy?”


“Timothy is our oldest child. He was graduating high school when I found out I was pregnant with Ana Marie.”


“Oh.”


“Where is Timothy now,” Lilly asked. Hank turned and spoke.


“He’s at Etheridge Culinary College in Southeast Tennessee.”


“Really? He’s a chef?”


“Not yet,” Tessa answered. “Culinary school is very expensive.”


“You wouldn’t believe what they wanted for a set of knives,” Hank grumbled.


“He’s always been a foodie, so it made sense he would pursue something he loved,” Tessa said.


“How did he take the news that you were going to have Ana Marie,” Lilly asked.


“Well, he was busy with applying for college, and visiting certain schools. He wasn’t thrilled but he wasn’t angry about it.”


Hank sat on the edge of the couch and looked at Lilly. Tessa came and sat beside him.


“Why so many questions about Timothy? Have you discovered something new?”


“It’s my fault,” Konan began. “I, um, got put on leave for a bit, and I’m behind the curve so to speak. I asked her if I could get the lay of the land.”


“I see.”


“Was there anything else,” Tessa asked.


“No,” Konan said as he shook his head. “I can’t think of anything. Do you have anything, Lilly?”


“No, I think I’m good.”


Hank stood and walked them to the door. Tessa went into the back room, Konan could hear her sobbing even though she was removed from them. Hank had tears in his eyes.


“I know who you are, Detective Konan. I know why you were placed on leave. Please, please, find who killed my daughter and make them pay.”


Konan gripped his hand and nodded. “I can’t promise you anything, other than I will try my best to bring the murderer to justice.”


“Thank you,” Hank said. He closed the door, but it did little to silence the heart-wrenching sobs of Ana Marie’s parents. Lilly’s eyes teared up as well. Konan took the keys and got behind the wheel. The ride back to the station was quiet. When they arrived, Konan walked to his computer and powered it up.

Tia Mathers came out of her office and pulled up a chair close to them.


“Do you have anything on the Ana Marie case? A reporter saw you visit the Fredericks home.”


“Um, we found out the murder weapon was a chefs knife. We went to see the Fredericks. Um, they have a son in culinary school in Tennessee. That’s about it,” Lilly said.


“Do you think the son did it,” Tia asked.


Lilly shrugged. Tia turned to Konan and tapped him on the shoulder.


“Yes,” Konan said.


“What do you think smart guy?”


Konan turned and pointed at the screen. Timothy Fredericks juvenile record was extensive.


“I think the kid has, or had, a problem with authority. He’s got a rage problem. And from what this shows, he has never been treated for his anger. He spent a total of three years in detention facility. Now, he is in culinary school.”


“Wow. Big brother has some answering to do,” Tia Mathers said. “Bring him in.”


“Will do,” Lilly said. Tia stood to her feet, and tapped Konan on the shoulder.


“Good job, detective.”


Konan nodded. “Thanks, Chief.”

Published by frontporchmusings694846020

I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox. I am divorced, the father of two daughters and live by myself with Chunk and Roscoe (my dogs).

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