Chapter 4: Distrusting Her
Jay slump his body at the sofa. It has been a long day for him. After the interview at the Sanchezs' family he was interrogated by Gabriel. He wouldn't stop asking about Mary, and he has only little answer about her. How could he answer questions that he himself was asking about her. The light flooded in the room. "Chimp!" He said acknowledging the dog. He had thought the dog this trick a long time ago.
"You know I was really amateur about this but-"
"Holy shit!" Jay swiveled in his sit, almost dropping off of the sofas he met the eye of his visitor. She was there with an amused look at her face. She looks at him as if she wasn't really expecting this kind of reaction from him. "How did you…?" Slitting his eyes with accusation he looks at her, "Where is Chimp and Maya?"
She looks at him with her eyes circling and mouth shaping into an 'O'. "So Chimp is the dog and Maya is the cat." Nodding as if agreeing with the name she walk gallantly in the room and settled herself in front of him. "Pretty name. just like them. Their pretty." Her lips were puckering as she looks at his still astonish face. As if just realizing his astonishment she flashes him a sheepish smile, "You said you wanted to talk." She said justifying her presence his house.
Jay looked at her, she was wearing a dress over a jogging pants. Puzzled by her sense of fashion, he looks at her dress. It was of a pencil cut dress in a shade of blue and was decorated of laces with bids around the v-shape neck that goes deep revealing her ample bosom. Her hair was neatly gathered at the top of her head giving an impression as a crown with some of its little wisp adorning her face. However, as he looks closely at her head his furrowed brows if possible furrowed more as he spied something in it.
"Is that a clothes pin?" His voice came hoarse, and he felt more amazed than anything for the woman. The way she act, the way she dress and the things that she say and do are all contradicting. He felt the need to be afraid of the woman in front of him. But at the same time he was having fun just by looking at her.
Following his gaze by her hand she touched the clothes pin in her hand and smiled as if she was really shy over that thing. "This is yours. I just pick it up over there." She pointed at his room.
Remembering his anger, a moment ago, he looks at her, speculating. "Where is Chimp and Maya?"
Her face contorted as she pout, "Sleeping? In your room. It was a waste they easily get tired you should give them some exercise. And Maya, Maya, she was so damn arrogant she was always looking, accusing as if I have no right to play with her. She was always smirking when I throw her something and she wouldn't even budge." She stopped in the mid of her marathon in telling him her crusade with his animals and started to puckered her lips more. "She just wanted to be petted. You spoiled her." She looks at him accusing.
Unable to respond from her accusation he asks instead, "How did you come in?"
From a pouting child her child expression changes into sneaky bully joker man, "Na-ah, you don't ask the magician how he did his magic Jaybird." She said waving her second finger at him.
Knowing better than to ask her Jay stood up and went to his kitchen. "Did you eat dinner yet?"
"Huh?Ummm!" She started walking around the room, looking at the paintings that were displayed in his wall. "I didn't have a chance to look at this earlier."
"Coffee?" Jay offered as he makes his.
"Beer." It was barely a whisper but it doesn't fail to reach Jay's ears.
"I didn't know you drink." Jay picks up a can of beer along with his refrigerated sandwich, and pasta that was there for three days. "In fact I didn't know anything about you." He said placing the can of beer on the counter, and turning on the microwave.
"I attend a party today." Jay almost drops his cup when she spoke. Her tone was different and somehow he felt like she is different. Walking towards the counter her head was bowed and he couldn't see her facial expression. Picking up the beer, she looks at it, contemplating if she should open it or not. In the end she did. Jay waited for her to speak again. But she didn't the sizzles of the beer cover a few second of their silence. He watched as she hungrily drinks it, and hastily put it on the counter. "I wanted to hit her so bad. I wanted to strangle her and choke her and shake her so she would wake up. I understand what she did or why she did it but its' still painful to see that she was hurting somebody, because she was already in so much pain." She took a sip again, this time she didn't gobble it up, putting it back at the counter she looked at him, "And do you know the most painful part in it?" She paused and stares at him, "I know and understand everything but I wasn't able to do anything." Just then she slumps on the floor bringing the can of beer with her.
Jay didn't know what to do or say, in the least he doesn't even know what she was talking about. Suddenly he heard a beeping sound from the microwave. He pulled out his food and put it on the floor beside her, grabbing two cans of beer before joining her on the floor. He started picking on his food but he couldn't taste it. Putting the plate away and discarding his coffee he opened his own beer.
"Do you want to know why I wasn't the killer?" She asks, looking at him. Her eyes were shining as if she was in the midst of crying.
Jay just looked at her in the corner of his eyes and shrugged, bringing the brim of the can in his lips. It is true that he was dying to know that, but even though she seems to always know everything about the case he always felt like she wasn't the one he was looking for.
Changing her expression again, right now Jay was looking at the playful Mary that he was used to. "Because I wasn't. I wouldn't just do those things. You know I always wonder what's inside a human's body and if I want to I could answer that. But you see, once I do it I wouldn't be able to go back. Just like the other bad things that I did. I could never stop doing it. However much I want to." Jay watched her as she drinks her last drop of beer. "So do you know why I didn't make a move to hurt her?"
Jay smugly looks at the woman beside him, she was so eccentric and he couldn't quite comprehend their conversation, but he had a feeling that she was teaching him a lesson. And even though they had just met for a few occasions he was pretty confident that right now Mary was telling him something very important. Through his understanding with what she just relays to him he answered her, "Because you wouldn't be able to stop."
Mary's face beamed with a wide smile giving him every reason to grin back at her. She picks up the other can and open it. Just then the phone rings. Jay waited until his answering machine does it. Looking at Mary at the corner of his eyes she seemed disinterested about the phone call.
"Hello this is Jay I'm probably out so please kindly leave your message and I'd call you back later. Thank you."
There was silence in the other line except for a buzzing sound and then just like his previous anonymous caller the other day, "Did you look at me?" the person at the line spoke and ended the call.
Jay was still holding his breath as he looks at the woman beside him who doesn't seemed to have any interest in the message.
"You didn't tell me that you had a suitor." She plainly said.
"What? No! I mean… damn woman that was…" Unable to finished his sentence he watched as she started to pick up his food and lamely eat it. "I thought you had dinner."
"Yeah" She said between her biting and swallowing of the sandwich, "But you weren't eating it and was such a waste." She turned and grinned at him flashing him her infamous foolish smile.
"Chimp can eat that."
"That's why his fat." She mumbled. "So you were saying?" She prods, wanting an answer that she with no doubt knows.
He looks at the phone, no matter what he does, and what he tells himself not to confine and trust the odd woman beside him, he still finds himself talking. "Her first phone call was saying, 'Look at me.' That was before we met at the Ramshock, that is why I thought it was you. Then today as you heard were her second call. I tried tracing her from the phone call, but it seems like a dead end. The call was untraceable. She might have contacted me before but whenever I answered the call the call ended. It felt like it was her so I just leave the answering machine answer my calls in case she leaves some clue."
"Interesting." Mary started drinking the coffee.
"What's interesting?" Jay looks at her and watched as she pulled a flask from her pants and pours it at the half cup of coffee. "What are you doing now?"
She doesn't look at him but he could see the sheepish smile that was creeping in her face. She brought it in her lips and took a sip, she shivered a little as the liquid traveled down her system. Seemingly satisfied with her mix drink she offered it to him. "This will warm your heart old man."
Furrowing his brow, he reluctantly accepted the cup but didn't drink it. "What's interesting?"
Her eyes shone but she didn't say anything, instead she motions him to drink the cup of coffee that she had given him.
Unwillingly he drank her mix drink in one shot. He waited for a moment to make the drink settle and it hit him hard, he should not have done it with one shot. Though grudgingly accepting it he likes the after taste it left in his mouth and she was right he felt warmer.
"Sweet." She giggled. "But you shouldn't do it in one."
Grimacing at her remark he managed a smirk. "What's interesting?" He managed to asked again despite of feeling a little numbness at the back of his head.
"You know your little killer, and if I'm not wrong she could be just right under your nose." Mary was wiggling her brows as if everything she said was totally amusing.
Jay was finding it hard to focus in what she said. He felt his world was turning. Damn, he should have not taken the drink. Did she know that this happen? He could see her smiling, still with that forsaken foolish smile. He was failing to feel his limbs as he tried to stand up. "What…?" he could hear his voice being affected with a slur. He was drunk and she was to blame. Is he somewhat wrong? Maybe he should not have trusted her. After all she was still a suspect for him. Her felt her patting his head he couldn't master up the strength to understand what she was saying in the end he felt himself starting to slump forward and cushioned in soft curves.
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