A Lousy Weekend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
This story is a blend of fiction, mystery and thriller which revolves around a person who is faced with sudden spring of circumstances leading him in shock. He tries to discover the master mind but fails. Will he be able to ever find out who it was?

Submitted: November 23, 2016

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Submitted: November 23, 2016

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It was just like another morning. I drove myself to office a bit early this day. I thought to complete work till 6 in the evening as I had to attend my best friend’s birthday party. Routinely, I parked my car in parking slot and boarded the lift to the topmost floor where my cabin was. As I stepped onto the lift, I found a maroon coloured suitcase. The luggage tag read my name. It was pretty surprising as I did not possess a maroon coloured suitcase. Since it was addressed to me, I thought to carry it with me up to my cabin and look into it. To my utter surprise, I found that it had nothing except a couple of cassettes. It was a wonder. First, the suitcase carried a luggage tag in my name, and then it had nothing except a few cassettes?! I decided to go through these cassettes after I had finished with my work. The whole office was sunk into emptiness. There were just two people then, one was me and the other was an office boy, Joan who was also paid as a security guard. I got engaged into my work and as the clock struck 1000 hours, the office had slowly begun to be filled by other people. The day was usual as always and everyone got busy with their routine work. I finished my work and looked for the time. My watch showed quarter to six. I still had time to leave therefore I decided to look up for the cassettes. I put the cassettes into the cassette player in my cabin and plugged in headphones so that nobody else could hear it. I heard someone crying and pleading for the life of his son. Surprisingly, it was my mom’s voice. She was pleading for me. Later in the cassettes, some unknown voice recited my name, my address and other details of my phone number and office. I got startled up. I rang up my mom. She lived a few kilometres away in another town with my dad. My anxiety and tension got doubled when she did not pick up the phone for the first time. I rang up again. This time she did. I had a sigh of relief when I had heard her and that they both were alright. I told her that I was about to leave for a party and will be back within few hours. I hung up the phone in surprise. If it had not happened in real, then how it was my mom’s voice and from where that maroon coloured suitcase came from. I was standing near my car and as I reached out for car keys in my pocket, I noticed filter buds of cigarette lying near front right tyre. I do not smoke and enquired watchman if anyone had, but he denied. Strange but anyways I did not mind it and headed towards my friend’s residence. It was midnight and I realised it was time to be back to home. I had not drunk much as there was an important meeting to be attended the next day but I could not resist one quarter of vodka shot. I drove myself back. I was standing at the door of my flat and was about to open the lock when I noticed a few buds of cigarette near doormat. Strangely, they were the same. My mind started aching aloud, partly because of the events of the day and partly because of vodka shot. I chose to look upon the matter the following morning. I woke up a bit late than usual. I had to rush through my morning routine and had no time to think about the previous day. I carried newspaper, hoping to find time to catch it up later in office. As I was locking up my flat, to my surprise, I found that the cigarette buds were not there. I assured myself that maybe it was the hangover last night and headed to my office. Everything was quite normal; I carried a cup of coffee up to my cabin. I was just thinking about the events of the previous day when my boss called me for the meeting. The meeting was successful and we made a great deal with our clients. Thereafter, I got back to work. I was so engrossed in my work that I failed to realise the time. I finished my work quite late. There was no one in office except me and Joan. Suddenly, I felt that I should immediately call home. Twice, no one picked up the phone. I was afraid if anything had happened. I called for the third time and this time it was my dad on the line. He sounded sleepy. I looked at my watch. It was very late. My dad was somewhat worried as I rang up so late but I assured them that everything was fine. I left for home pondering over what had happened yesterday. I made up my mind to talk to my lawyer the next day. I got off my car and searched for the keys. They were neither in my pocket, nor in my car. I remembered I had hung them on key chain in my cabin and forgot to carry them along while leaving the office. I went back again. It was midnight and Joan had slept. I took the office keys from him and went by myself. I opened my cabin door and found another suitcase lying at the door of my cabin. This time it was a black coloured suitcase with a luggage tag in my name. I picked up my flat keys and carried the suitcase along with me. As I reached home, the first thing I did was to open the suitcase. This time there was a letter kept in it along with a pair of bangles and spectacles. A chill ran down my spine. They belonged to my mom and dad. I could not stand it. I opened up the letter and the next I did was to call my lawyer, Mr. Mosby. My hands were shivering as the call went unanswered. I decided to meet him the very next morning. I was much tensed and was curling in my bed. I did not know when sleep overtook me but I woke up a bit early than the usual time. It was Sunday morning. I made my coffee and sat down to read newspaper. Mr. Mosby’s name was mentioned in obituary. I could feel goose bumps all over. The newspaper reports say he was found murdered last night. The delivering of two suitcases, cassettes, cigarette buds, letter and then the death of Mr. Mosby could not be a matter of coincidence. It was crystal clear. There was someone who has been trying to threaten me and my family. I called home and was relieved to know that everything is alright and in place. Finally, I had to figure out who the mastermind was. Meanwhile, my doorbell rang. With all these thoughts in mind, I got startled up. I was afraid who it could be. I opened the door. And there I saw my beloved Christine standing at the door wearing my favourite dress which I had bought her on her birthday. She was a bit angry as I had not spoken to her from past two days. I kissed on her forehead and thence made breakfast for both while she made herself comfortable. We did not talk for the first twenty minutes. May be she was angry or maybe it was the silence that overtook. I served her favourite sandwiches and recited all the events that had happened. She looked as frightened as I was an hour before, her hands were trembling. I hugged her and looked straight into her eyes. Her eyes were damp, reflected worries for me. I leant down to kiss her. I could taste the strawberry flavoured lip gloss she had applied. I so needed her in all these tensed circumstances. I could feel her as she eases me down with all her love. We lay in bed, legs entangled, one over another and my hands reached out for her. She ran her fingers over my head, combing my hair. She is always as serene as heaven. I could not let my lips off hers. I felt as if a decade had passed since we last met. I woke up at noon and did not realise when I had fell asleep last night. She had already prepared lunch for both of us. I took a bath and both of us sat at the dining table for lunch, discussing what could be done next. She decided to stay with me for the following week so that I am not all alone.The next morning, we both had breakfast together. I dropped her first and then went to my office. It was one probability that the person was from my office only as he could have my mobile and other personal details. I decided to survey about who all smoke. I asked the shopkeeper who keeps cigarettes near our office. He said there were three people from the office who were his regular customers. One of them was Joan and the other two he did not know. Besides Joan, one of the chain smokers I knew of was my boss. My arrow of suspicion was first towards Joan. He was present on both the days when I was alone and the suitcases were delivered to me. The sun had set in and it was time to leave. I called home, my mom and dad were having dinner and I told them I was doing well. I did not want them to take any tension regarding all this. Thereafter, I picked up Christine from her office and told her about the grey area of suspicion. She too could not believe her ears. We both decided to move on further in collecting cues. I checked out for both the suitcases again if any piece of evidence could be found. But all this went in vanity except that both had smoky smell. We both went to police station the next evening after work to learn about cues regarding the murder mystery of Mr. Mosby. The police had recovered few buds of cigarettes from near the dead body. Surprisingly, they were similar to what I had found. I inquired Joan who the other chain smokers were. He told me about Mike. Mike! I knew him; he is Christine’s good friend. But my suspicion could not get off from Joan as the sequence of events indicated that he was the one. My boss and Mike both knew that I was to reach office early on Friday. My boss knew as I had informed him, Mike knew as he was also to come for the party although he did not turn up. But Joan did not know about that I was coming early and leaving early. How could it be him then? My boss had no grudges with me but could he still be, as a part of suspect, was a question which arose in my mind. The other question was, what that person was doing near my car and my house; how did he get those bangles, spectacles and recordings. The questions were still to be sought. That night, Christine and I both went to a pub to relax ourselves from all the past tensions. We both drank two quarters of neat vodka shots and thereafter drove to home. She went in to change and I felt the need to rest. I was almost asleep when I realised she was near me. We kissed and embraced each other. I was so tired then that I fell asleep shortly. Next morning, I found a bouquet at my door along with another letter. I could not accumulate courage to read another letter this time. I brought them in and placed them on the table. I was so in fear that my hands were cold and shivering. I stood up still and tears fell from my eyes. As Christine lifted the bouquet, an eye lens fell from it. I remember that Mike wears eye lenses. Would it mean that he could be? The next moment Christine received a text from Mike asking about the bouquet and the letter. A sigh of relief, the present wasn’t addressed to me. And I was guilty that I doubted Mike for a moment. It was getting late and we both left for office. The day was so tiring. I was about to leave when I noticed my boss in his cabin. I did not pay attention to what he was doing. Only I and he were left in the office as Joan was on leave.At dinner, I was pondering that we still had not progressed much after the last cue. Christine said it was strange, the boss stayed back and Joan absented himself. But I knew why he stayed back. He had to take care of locking up things and that everything was in place. It was still blurred as to who could be the mastermind. Could it be my boss, Mike or Joan? The next day, we reported the matter to the police and explained them the whole series of events. The police arrested Joan on the suspicious grounds but was released on lack of evidences. If it is not Joan, could it be my boss? He knew I was to come early to office and leave early. But those recordings and cues, how did he manage all these? I was just wondering when my phone rang. It was my boss. He asked me to stay back till 10 today as there was yet another important meeting the next day. I was in dilemma but couldn’t refuse him. After all he was my employer and paid me such a ransom amount for this job. I worked till late and as I was about to leave my office, I saw Joan coming back with the same maroon coloured suitcase as I had found on that day. He greeted me and told that he had been to his hometown for two days. This was not possible; Joan was carrying the same maroon coloured suitcase. My suspicion rose in certainty. I was now sure that it would be Joan. I could not stand what was happening but knew for sure that it was him. That night, Christine was looking at one of our albums. It was of last December when we had visited my home town on a picnic trip. I remember we went to a picnic trip and there was Mike too with us. He then met my parents and thus he could have got those bangles and the spectacles made in the same manner to threaten me. Secondly, Mike was a chain smoker too. Meanwhile, the police too had probed into the matter and arrested Mike. He had admitted his guilt and got the recording made through a common friend. Mike was jealous of my success and that he had lust for Christine. He wanted me to be off his way to success. He could not contact my parents as he did not have their number. Yet, he wanted to terrorize me. He anticipated that I would take help from my lawyer and therefore murdered him. He could not harm Christine due to his lust for her. Thus, he made this mastermind to threaten me and my family. He admitted that he had been stalking me since past 3-4 months. But finally, he has been put in the police custody now. I felt relieved. Everything was as normal as it was before. Christine and I ate dinner together; I dropped her at her home, kissed on her forehead and bid adieu.


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