Part Two -Where murders are still scary
Lisa was tired after traveling by the time she reached Boston. It only took half her day, but she got there in the end. The address she had on the card Jeremy had given her was easy to find. It was a small house on the outskirts of Boston, and once she got there, she took a deep breath and walked up to the front door.
She stood for a second before ringing the bell. Nothing happened at first, but then a woman came to the door. She was in a black dress and looked tired. Her eyes were puffed from probably crying.
“Hello, I am Lisa. I am here to pass on a message from your son.“
“My son,” the woman exclaimed and stepped backward.
“You are Janice Montgomery, right?” Lisa feared she had the wrong woman.
“Yes, I am,” the woman looked shocked.
“Ok, Jeremy says..” Lisa looked at the folded note in her hand.
“He says for you to go to first national, and he even put in an account number for you to get money. Also, he wanted you to know that there are insurance papers in the right drawer on the old table inside a dresser top. You are the beneficiary.”
“I think that was it” Lisa smiled at the woman.
“He did what?” she looked shocked.
“I don’t think I understand. How did you know my Jeremy?”
“Well,” Lisa said, “I am a kind of messenger from the other world, so I pass on messages to the living from a soul who has passed.”
“You are what…?” Janice looked like she was going to pass out any minute.
“I am the messenger. That is my job, and here is the note with all I have told you. I need to get going. Have a great day, mam.”
Janice Montgomery took the note and looked like she had seen a ghost. She hadn’t, which was one reason Lisa didn’t like having dead people along. Often it was enough to have the messages. The living were often short of passing out when she told them she was the messenger. Janice said nothing but stood there as Lisa went down the street and disappeared around the corner.
I am getting good at walking away. Lisa was proud of herself for not engaging in any talk or discussion. She always wished she could see what happened next. Lisa had taught herself not to become attached to the outcome of her actions when she was working. It was such a mess when she did.
Her day off was almost over, and she would have to book into a hotel or spend the rest of her day going home. She chose a hotel in the city.
“I have a day off until the morning,” she said to the air as she walked.
“Do not contact me until tomorrow at nine” she was not impressed with the interruption of her day.
She could go home, traveling did not make her go crazy, but on the other hand, it took several hours.
“I am going to branch quarters tomorrow; that means a hotel tonight.”
She looked at her phone to check out a hotel near, and it was 15 minutes by car to get to the hotels she used the most. She hailed a cab.
Once she got to the hotel, she checked in and went to the spa to get a massage. It was the least she could do when her trip to the stream was interrupted.
The man giving the massage was a tall well-trained man. He looked great, she thought, and then she saw the dead woman in the corner of the room. I can’t tell her to go. That would be strange, Lisa thought, lying there. She was going to ignore her because it was her day off. She did not want to talk to any dead people at all.
The woman said nothing. She just stood there all silent and looked at the massaging man. Lisa closed her eyes and pretended not to notice.
When the massage was almost over, she opened her eyes, and the woman was gone. Lisa drew a deep breath and smiled. The man noticed and asked her if she had enjoyed the massage.
“Yes, it was perfect,” she said.
“Do you work here full time?” she asked. The man explained how he worked at three different hotels at the moment that he wanted to go traveling and was saving up for that.
“What do you do for a living?” He asked, and she hated having to answer because it always got complicated from there.
“I talk to dead people, so I am a messenger” Lisa went right in at the deep end because people stopped talking to her once they knew.
“That sounds like you are a psychic or something,” he laughed.
“I am, in a way, or that is the word the living use most of the time” Lisa smiled at him.
“So, do you contact the dead, or do they come to you,“ he asked, looking like he genuinely wanted to know.
“Both depends on the situation and whom I am talking to” Lisa didn’t know where this was going. She had hoped he would stop asking once she told him about her ability.
“I had a sister that passed. Can I talk to her if I want to?” the man asked.
“Let me get my clothes back on, and we can talk,” Lisa said.
He stepped out to get her some water, and she sat up and drew her shirt over her head.
She made a small jump from the table and took her pants. The woman in the corner was back.
“Are you the sister?” Lisa asked, looking straight at her.
“Can you see me?” the woman looked shocked.
“Yes, can we move it along before he comes back?”
“What do you want him to know? I don’t have time for many talks today. I am having a day off but working just the same.”
“I want him to know that my husband did it and not anyone else.” The woman looked determined to get the message across.
“Ok, I can tell him,” Lisa sighed, “I am not getting in the middle of anything. Is there a method to what he did?” Lisa asked.
“He used fentanyl to drug and kill me. They can find it in the blood. And the Fentanyl can be found in the draw under the tv.”
“But Fentanyl is banned and illegal to have,” Lisa said, knowing it was worth nothing regarding the murder.
“Yes, I know, and that is how they can catch him.”
“Thank you for not disturbing my massage.”
The door was opened, and the masseurs came in.
“I have talked to your sister about it, and the message from her is that her husband did it. It was Fentanyl, and the proof is in the drawer under the tv in their house,” Lisa hurried to say because she did not want to get involved in yet another murder case.
This happened now and then, and she hated those dangerous cases. This was one of the issues that always, without exception, happened when she talked about work. It got hazardous or difficult.
The man looked like he had seen an actual ghost. Lisa said his sister trusted him with the information and loved him for showing good spirits.
She picked up the glass and drank it all in one big gulp.
“I am off then,” she said, picking up her jacket.
The man still said nothing.
Lisa did not want to get involved, and even though she wanted to ask how he was, she stopped herself. Not getting involved, she kept repeating to herself in her head.
She walked out the door feeling much better. A massage was just what she needed.
A chapter a week. See you on Monday