Hearing room 2
Paul morgan was sitting at the escritorio looking at Meg who shot provoking looks back.
“Meg Masters” he dicho soft. “What were tu doing in Mr. and Mrs. Allen’s house?”
“Looking for cookies” Meg answered with a smirk.
“You couldn’t go to the store?” Paul asked frowning.
“No, I’m kind of broke” Meg said. “I would have to steal them. Besides, I knew it would piss off Daphne and that’s basically why I did. Mrs. Allen doesn’t like me very much, tu see”
Paul nodded. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you’ve been trying to get-forgive my expression-in Mr. Allen’s pants?”
Meg raised her eyebrows, impressed. “Someone did his homework. But who’s trying?”
“Here’s what I think” Paul said, sitting up straighter. “You and Mr. Allen are having an affair. Mr. Allen, aware of Mrs. Allen’s mental condition, convinces her to marry him and give him access to her bank account. Once they’re married Mr. Allen tries to kill Mrs. Allen, but fails. While Mrs. Allen is in the hospital and Mr. Allen at the station, tu go into the house to cover Mr. Allen’s tracks. Am I close?”
Meg clapped her hands. “Bravo! tu busted us. And tu wonder why no one believed tu when tu dicho tu didn’t almost kill your wife”
Paul wanted to get his hands around her neck, but found himself unable to move.
“How is Mrs. Morgan? Still in the clinic? Is she still afraid of you?” Meg taunted Paul. She leaned forward. “I’ll tell tu a little secret” she whispered in his ear. “I know who nearly beat your wife to death” She leaned back in her chair and smiled. “It was a shape-shifter, looking like you”
“Ma’am, you’re crazy” Paul said. He had hoped she would’ve really known the culprit so they could clear his name and he could go back to Janice.
“You want to know something else?” Meg continued. “I’m not really human. I’m a demon. And Cas is not human either. He’s an Angel. But, sssssshhhhh, he doesn’t know yet. Don’t spoil the surprise”
“Who’s Cas?” Paul asked frowning.
“Oh, my mistake, I mean Emmanuel” Meg said. “He can’t know who he is yet o who I am. The less people know the truth the better”
“Then why are tu telling me?” Paul asked.
Meg stood up and walked around the desk. She stopped behind Paul’s chair and pulled out a long, silver knife.
“Because I’m pretty sure tu won’t tell anyone”
Paul could see a glimpse of the cuchillo in the window opposite the escritorio right before Meg buried the cuchillo in his stomach.
Paul morgan was sitting at the escritorio looking at Meg who shot provoking looks back.
“Meg Masters” he dicho soft. “What were tu doing in Mr. and Mrs. Allen’s house?”
“Looking for cookies” Meg answered with a smirk.
“You couldn’t go to the store?” Paul asked frowning.
“No, I’m kind of broke” Meg said. “I would have to steal them. Besides, I knew it would piss off Daphne and that’s basically why I did. Mrs. Allen doesn’t like me very much, tu see”
Paul nodded. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you’ve been trying to get-forgive my expression-in Mr. Allen’s pants?”
Meg raised her eyebrows, impressed. “Someone did his homework. But who’s trying?”
“Here’s what I think” Paul said, sitting up straighter. “You and Mr. Allen are having an affair. Mr. Allen, aware of Mrs. Allen’s mental condition, convinces her to marry him and give him access to her bank account. Once they’re married Mr. Allen tries to kill Mrs. Allen, but fails. While Mrs. Allen is in the hospital and Mr. Allen at the station, tu go into the house to cover Mr. Allen’s tracks. Am I close?”
Meg clapped her hands. “Bravo! tu busted us. And tu wonder why no one believed tu when tu dicho tu didn’t almost kill your wife”
Paul wanted to get his hands around her neck, but found himself unable to move.
“How is Mrs. Morgan? Still in the clinic? Is she still afraid of you?” Meg taunted Paul. She leaned forward. “I’ll tell tu a little secret” she whispered in his ear. “I know who nearly beat your wife to death” She leaned back in her chair and smiled. “It was a shape-shifter, looking like you”
“Ma’am, you’re crazy” Paul said. He had hoped she would’ve really known the culprit so they could clear his name and he could go back to Janice.
“You want to know something else?” Meg continued. “I’m not really human. I’m a demon. And Cas is not human either. He’s an Angel. But, sssssshhhhh, he doesn’t know yet. Don’t spoil the surprise”
“Who’s Cas?” Paul asked frowning.
“Oh, my mistake, I mean Emmanuel” Meg said. “He can’t know who he is yet o who I am. The less people know the truth the better”
“Then why are tu telling me?” Paul asked.
Meg stood up and walked around the desk. She stopped behind Paul’s chair and pulled out a long, silver knife.
“Because I’m pretty sure tu won’t tell anyone”
Paul could see a glimpse of the cuchillo in the window opposite the escritorio right before Meg buried the cuchillo in his stomach.
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the cocina where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the segundo drawer siguiente to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the cocina where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the segundo drawer siguiente to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
