California Surprises
Posted: 07 Feb 2016, 13:53
“God damn it.” Enver sneered as he looked at what could have been the best attempts at upgrading a barrel, turned into something worthless and unusable. He'd been so close, that Enver could see the gun and all its beauty before the thing had been completed. The male sighed, grabbed the trash can near the bench and knocked the barrel into the garbage. He could have sold it for spare change-the metal, but Enver was so disgusted with himself, that he couldn't even bear to look at the damn part anymore.
The small metal trash can is casually set back on the floor, before the Allurist decides to take a break and call it quits for the evening. He turns to see Jaime glancing at him and Enver instantly holds a finger up in the air. “Don't ever repeat those words. At least not in front of your mother.” Enver concluded with a nod as Jaime rolled his eyes. He was used to Enver treating him like he was ten instead of seventeen, and even though he didn't like it, Jaime just accepted it. Neither one of his parents had children of their own, so they were making up for it now with him.
The Allurist moved towards the elevator, grabbing his phone from his pocket, and started his work day. Emails were replied to. Orders placed and meetings set up. Enver was in the middle of sending one of his managers an email when a call came through.
He would know that area code anywhere. It was as familiar to the male like the back of his hand was. But who could it be? Anyone he talked to anymore from back home was already in the guy’s phone book.
“This is Enver.” He identified himself as soon as Enver picked up the phone. No hello. Just straight to the point. ”Mr. Marshall?” A male's voice inquired on the other side of the line. “Yes. This is Enver Marshall. Who is this?” Enver’s tone was a little harsh and slightly crass. They called him, not the other way around. So they had to know who they were calling the second they heard his voice and he identified himself. “Mr. Marshall, this is Detective Goodwin with the Los Angeles Police Department.” Enver frowned, suddenly fearing that something had happened to his father’s business. Well, now his business, but still, it was the first thing that came to Enver’s mind. “What’s happened, Detective?” Enver was a man of business when it came to his money. Straight and to the point.
There was a small pause and Enver stopped outside the elevator, his finger a few centimeters from the call button as he waited to hear how bad the property was. His gut dropped and he swallowed loudly in anticipation of the worst. Vandalism, probably. Maybe even a fire. Things like this have happened in the past before. “Mr. Marshall, there’s no easy way to tell anyone this, but I’m calling to notify you of Abigail Marshall’s death. She died yesterday morning in a vehicular accident on her way to work.”
Enver stared at the wall above the call button as the silence prolonged from his end. There was a turmoil of emotions that ran through him all at one time. Enver wasn’t an uncaring individual, even if the woman had put his life through hell more than enough times. They had been married, dated a long time. He had been crazy about her before they got married. Before things had changed. “I see.” Enver said slowly, eyes narrowing as he kept staring at the wall. “We haven’t been married for years now officer, but I appreciate the notification.” Enver was ready to hang up the call, and it seemed the officer knew that, so he quickly interjected. “Mr. Marshall!” He shouted through the phone, trying to capture Enver’s attention. “We need you to come here to California. We’re actually investigating her death.” Enver frowned then, wondering what there was to investigate. She died in a car crash-right? And why they wanted him to come there.
“I don’t know how much use I would be to you, detective. I’ve not seen Abi in months. Not since my last business trip there. In a room full of board holders.” Enver said slowly, choosing his words carefully. It had been a harmless enough trip. He may have had some tones directed at her, since she thought she could do whatever she wanted with his business, but he hadn’t carried it past the board room.
“We know. Still, we think it’s best you come down. As soon as possible. It would really be a big help.” The officer said, his tone more relaxed right now. Enver weighed the pros and cons. He had nothing to hide. Yet, in Canada, if they thought him guilty of something, they couldn’t touch him. Right? He thought so. But hiding here meant he thought he was guilty. ****.
“I’ll make arrangements and be there in two nights time. Should I stop by the precinct?” Enver asked as he pushed the button for the elevator. “That would be great.” Once the precinct was named and time expected, the call was disconnected and Enver headed to their cell tell his wife about their unexpected trip to California. She wasn’t going to be thrilled. Not when another woman was involved. And that other woman was his ex-wife.
The small metal trash can is casually set back on the floor, before the Allurist decides to take a break and call it quits for the evening. He turns to see Jaime glancing at him and Enver instantly holds a finger up in the air. “Don't ever repeat those words. At least not in front of your mother.” Enver concluded with a nod as Jaime rolled his eyes. He was used to Enver treating him like he was ten instead of seventeen, and even though he didn't like it, Jaime just accepted it. Neither one of his parents had children of their own, so they were making up for it now with him.
The Allurist moved towards the elevator, grabbing his phone from his pocket, and started his work day. Emails were replied to. Orders placed and meetings set up. Enver was in the middle of sending one of his managers an email when a call came through.
He would know that area code anywhere. It was as familiar to the male like the back of his hand was. But who could it be? Anyone he talked to anymore from back home was already in the guy’s phone book.
“This is Enver.” He identified himself as soon as Enver picked up the phone. No hello. Just straight to the point. ”Mr. Marshall?” A male's voice inquired on the other side of the line. “Yes. This is Enver Marshall. Who is this?” Enver’s tone was a little harsh and slightly crass. They called him, not the other way around. So they had to know who they were calling the second they heard his voice and he identified himself. “Mr. Marshall, this is Detective Goodwin with the Los Angeles Police Department.” Enver frowned, suddenly fearing that something had happened to his father’s business. Well, now his business, but still, it was the first thing that came to Enver’s mind. “What’s happened, Detective?” Enver was a man of business when it came to his money. Straight and to the point.
There was a small pause and Enver stopped outside the elevator, his finger a few centimeters from the call button as he waited to hear how bad the property was. His gut dropped and he swallowed loudly in anticipation of the worst. Vandalism, probably. Maybe even a fire. Things like this have happened in the past before. “Mr. Marshall, there’s no easy way to tell anyone this, but I’m calling to notify you of Abigail Marshall’s death. She died yesterday morning in a vehicular accident on her way to work.”
Enver stared at the wall above the call button as the silence prolonged from his end. There was a turmoil of emotions that ran through him all at one time. Enver wasn’t an uncaring individual, even if the woman had put his life through hell more than enough times. They had been married, dated a long time. He had been crazy about her before they got married. Before things had changed. “I see.” Enver said slowly, eyes narrowing as he kept staring at the wall. “We haven’t been married for years now officer, but I appreciate the notification.” Enver was ready to hang up the call, and it seemed the officer knew that, so he quickly interjected. “Mr. Marshall!” He shouted through the phone, trying to capture Enver’s attention. “We need you to come here to California. We’re actually investigating her death.” Enver frowned then, wondering what there was to investigate. She died in a car crash-right? And why they wanted him to come there.
“I don’t know how much use I would be to you, detective. I’ve not seen Abi in months. Not since my last business trip there. In a room full of board holders.” Enver said slowly, choosing his words carefully. It had been a harmless enough trip. He may have had some tones directed at her, since she thought she could do whatever she wanted with his business, but he hadn’t carried it past the board room.
“We know. Still, we think it’s best you come down. As soon as possible. It would really be a big help.” The officer said, his tone more relaxed right now. Enver weighed the pros and cons. He had nothing to hide. Yet, in Canada, if they thought him guilty of something, they couldn’t touch him. Right? He thought so. But hiding here meant he thought he was guilty. ****.
“I’ll make arrangements and be there in two nights time. Should I stop by the precinct?” Enver asked as he pushed the button for the elevator. “That would be great.” Once the precinct was named and time expected, the call was disconnected and Enver headed to their cell tell his wife about their unexpected trip to California. She wasn’t going to be thrilled. Not when another woman was involved. And that other woman was his ex-wife.