Martin stood on the sidewalk outside of Theresa’s apartment building, watching Sandra drive away in the long white limo. He was in a complete shock. His stomach was flipping against itself and his knees were weak. He started feeling dizzy, so he sat down on the curb to gather his bearings, not caring that he was potentially ruining his designer slacks. When he rested his head into his hands, he realized that his hands were shaking as well. Despite the chill in the afternoon air his bald scalp was beaded with cold sweat. He realized when he opened his eyes, that the fronts of his pants were completely stained with Theresa’s juices. He chuckled and shrugged, cum stained pants were the least of is worries at this moment, he had another suit in his office.
“This is one hell of a day,” Martin sighed as he stood up to walk to his car. He would have never guessed that his day would have turned into this. When he made his way to Theresa’s apartment earlier that day he was only going with the intention of breaking things off with her. But with the memories of having her and being inside of her mixed with seeing her in that towel and still wet, changed his mind all together. He had to have her right then and there. And then Sandra showed up. The thought turned Martin’s stomach again, this time violently. He ran to the curb and retched into the street. Even though he hadn’t eaten much that day, he continued to dry heave until his stomach settled slightly.
“Ok, this shit is crazy; I have to talk to somebody.”
Martin reached for his phone in time to see his best friends name flash across the screen. He took a deep sigh before accepting the call.
“Larry you must be a psychic or something, I was just about to call you.” Martin checked his watch and picked up the pace to his car. He had less than thirty minutes to get to his meeting.
“Yeah I must be,” Larry responded from the other end. “Hey man, where the hell are you? I have been running interference for you for the past two hours. Francis called looking for you at least four times, I told you her you were in a session with a witness.” Larry lowered his voice, probably covering his mouth trying to be discreet. He sucked at discretion. “Johnson is looking for you. He said and I quote: ‘If Martin don’ get his incognito ass in this office an’ brief me before this meeting, I’m tanking him. I don’ care if he is marryin’ the damn Queen of England.’ End quote.”
Martin started laughing and almost forgot the rollercoaster that he was currently on. Herbert Johnson, Boston’s current District Attorney, wasn’t much older than Martin’s 42. But his southern drawl and mannerisms made him an easy comparison to Colonel Sanders from the KFC commercials. And recently he had been making sure to let everyone know how he felt both about Martin running for the D.A. seat and his engagement to the Mayor’s daughter. Outside of that, Johnson was a good guy and great D.A. so Martin didn’t hold his comments against him. But he did need to hurry to work. He jumped into his G-Wagon and synced the phone to the system as soon as the car turned over.
“Martin, you there man?” Larry asked impatiently.
“Yes, I’m still here Larry,” Martin responded. He pulled the SUV out of the parking space and headed towards the City Hall. “I’m on my way to the office. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”
“Where are you coming from, I called your apartment but your housekeeper said you left over an hour ago.” Larry had a teasingly suspicious edge to his voice. But Martin had no intentions on letting him know that he had been with Theresa.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. We have a big problem. I just saw Sandra.”
“Sandra who?”
“Sandra, my deceased wife Larry.”
“Martin, I know this is a stressful time for you. With the upcoming election and you getting married soon, things will get a bit rocky. But you have to hold it together buddy. You can’t afford to start hallucinating visions of your wife that died over fifteen years ago. You’re getting ready to marry Francis. Try to focus on that” Martin could hear the concern in Larry’s voice. And if he hadn’t experienced what he just did. He would have questioned himself as well. But he needed Larry to understand that he was telling the truth and that he was serious. He tried to keep his cool but he was already on edge. He heard a chime and checked the display on dashboard. It was a message from Theresa.
It was immediately followed by a text from his fiancé.
Martin pressed ignore on both of them and continued driving. He had to figure this mess out.
“Larry, listen to me. I am not having hallucinations. Sandra is not dead. She walked up to me and started speaking to me. We had a conversation, and yes it was as creepy and fucked as it sounds. Sandra is alive and from the looks of things she is doing very well for herself. She told me that some good things are going to come of her being alive.”
“Why would she say something like that?”
Martin sighed and shook his head before he answered his friend. “I don’t know man. I haven’t the faintest idea.” Martin looked to the dash and remembered he still had to change his clothes. He picked up speed. “Larry I need you to go to my locker, pull out my dark grey suit and bring it to the garage. I spilled something on my slacks. Matter of fact, leave the blazer on the back of my chair and just bring me the pants. That way Johnson would think I’m there already, unless the sick bastard is in the security office watching the garage entrance. I’m two minutes out.”
“Okay bro, see you soon.” Larry chuckled and hung up the phone, leaving Martin alone with his thoughts. He turned into the underground parking lot and pulled into his parking space.
How is Sandra alive? He remembered the night she died. Or better yet, the night he thought she died. That was a bad time in their marriage, the worst actually. Martin had just found out that Sandra had been cheating on him. They had gotten married straight out of law school and then hired on under a famous criminal defense lawyer as a team package. They worked famously as a law team but not so much as a married couple. They successfully assisted in the acquittals of many of the most nefarious criminals the city had to offer. Martin and Sandra were great at finding loop holes that the prosecution or the city itself could never close up in time to make charges stick let alone get convictions. They had won all of their major cases, except for one.
The couple was on a capital one murder case, defending a local crime boss by the name of Richard Pelk. Pelk had his hand in all types of underground deals, but he was mostly known for selling information. No one new how he got it, but he had information on some of the biggest names across the country. Legit, damning information, that people would kill to get or kill to make sure no one else could get. It turned out that a particular piece of information Pelk had possession of was enough to make a certain police officer try to kill him during a “routine” traffic stop. Unfortunately for the cop, Pelk saw him coming and drew first. Unfortunately for Pelk, the squad car’s dash cam and the officer’s vest cam both caught Pelk pulling out his gun and firing on the cop first. But the funny thing about in dash cameras and body cams is that they also pick up speech. So when the officer called Pelk threatening to kill him only moments before he was pulled over. It was a hard case to break and they only had Pelk’s word to go on. But Martin knew some people that could get their hands on the full video. It took a while but, during one of their sessions Martin was called to retrieve the video. Before returning to the office he stopped and bought a bottle of Sandra’s favorite wine to celebrate the upcoming victory. When he finally returned he opened the door to find Pelk and Sandra going at it right there on the floor. Sandra was riding Pelk, her skirt bunched up around her waist. Pelk’s pants were down around his ankles. He was holding onto Sandra’s hips pumping hard up into her. Both were backing the door and hadn’t heard it open. Martin stood there shocked at what he was seeing, until he heard Sandra speak.
“Hmmmm, I don’t know which I love more, you or this dick, Dick.” She purred teasingly, slowing the stroke.
“Don’t you really, Sandra?” Martin asked before Pelk could respond. They jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice. Sandra scrambled behind the desk fixing her clothes. Pelk regained his composure faster smirking as he stood and buckled his pants in one fluid motion. Enraged, Martin stormed into the room and tackled Pelk. They fell to the ground, grappling with each other, trading punches and kicks, as they rolled around on the floor.
That’s where things got fuzzy for Martin. After the initial brawl, all he remembered was hearing the double “POP”, the shattering of glass and Sandra’s scream. He looked around and saw Sandra holding her abdomen, blood leaking from a piece of glass sticking out of the side of her neck and seeping through her fingers. Martin disengaged himself from Pelk, and ran to Sandra, catching her before she fell to the ground.
“Oh no! Sandra! Baby, baby, baby, no, no, no, no, no.” Sandra’s eyes rolled to back of her head. Martin moved her hand and pulled up her shirt to see she had been shot. He pressed down on the wound and looked around the room confused, searching for a gun. He had forgotten all about Richard Pelk, until he heard the chamber slide of a small semi-automatic pistol. Richard was standing on the other side of the desk. He was armed with the small pistol that Martin usually carried around his ankle. It must have fallen out during the tussle. Now he was staring down the barrel of his gun. Martin looked down at Sandra again, she wasn’t breathing and a puddle of her blood was forming in the carpet below them. Blood still pumped its way up and out of her neck. His wife was dying. He kissed her knowing that he was going to die right beside her. The fact that he caught her cheating was a distant memory. He sat there waiting for the shot, but it never came. Police officers broke down the door and surrounded Pelk. It didn’t take much looking around for them get an idea of what happened, one look at Sandra and they immediately arrested Richard Pelk for murder and attempted murder. Paramedics took Sandra away while the police tried to ask him questions, but Martin just sat there in shock, covered in his dead wife’s blood.
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