The Sex Opera ...Season 2

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Chapter 1, part 5

Parker


After having a cup of orange juice and apple-jellied toast, Parker took a seat in front of the television in the living room where the morning news was airing.

“Local Seven was the first to bring you this story last night. A young woman was found shot dead here on Stahelin Street. The victim’s name was Reese Nathans. Apparently, the woman was gun down by an unknown assailant who neighbors said they heard a single gunshot and saw a dark colored vehicle speeding away from the scene.”

Parker’s mouth fell open as he heard Jaleesa’s sister’s name mention. Immediately, he reached over the arm of the sofa and grabbed the cordless phone from the charger. He dialed his soon-be ex-wife’s mobile number and it went directly to voicemail.

“Jaleesa, I just got the news. Damn what happened? Call me as soon as you can. If you need me don’t hesitate to ask.” He ended the call and placed the phone by his hip. He turned the volume up on the television.

“This just in, Local Seven is the first to arrive on the scene here at Evergreen Gardens on the westside of Detroit where authorities have found the body of young man in his late twenties who was shot dead execution style. The police have not released the young man’s name but they do suspect who the male is.” The camera switched to a uniformed officer. “We believe the deceased may be connected to the Reese homicide last night. There’s evidence that can linked the two parties. We won’t know until we run ballistic on the weapon we discovered on the victim’s person.”

Parker’s tuned out the remainder of the story as he thought about Jaleesa. Was there something going on between Reese and Mark that Jaleesa found out about? Did Mark go to her sister’s house in hopes of finding Jaleesa and didn’t like the answer he received and then decided to kill her? When did all this take place? Before or after their fight?

Parker’s pulse quickened causing him to rise from the sofa and pace the floor. “Shit! This doesn’t look good,” he said as his steps slowed in front of the television screen. “Wait a minute. I don’t have anything to worry about. I have an alibi. Brie and her friend where there on that night. There’s no way the police could pin his murder on me.”

The emergency technicians rolled a gurney with a black body bag to the back open doors of the ambulance as the reporter stood a few feet away from the scene and spewed her recount of the police’s discovery.

The telephone rang, snatching Parker’s attention away from the television. He stepped to the phone and answered in a low tone.

“Mister Parker? Is there something wrong? Why are you talking like that?”