330 Jay Street Part 16

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
The almost conclusion to the 330 Jay Street stories.

Submitted: June 24, 2014

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330 Jay Street Part 16

 

Mrs. Donovan parks her car several blocks away and walks toward 330 Jay Street.  She notices the graffiti and still boarded up windows on storefronts from the recent riots.  On entering the building she does hear loud rap music coming from the third floor.  Knowing that Shaquanda is still in the hospital and Darryl Joel is at work she quietly opens Mrs. Lifschultz's door and slips inside.  She finds Lifschultz asleep with a smile on her face.  "That's about to change" Mrs. Donovan says to herself as she injects the insulin into Mrs. Lifschultz.  Unfortunately the pain of the shot wakes Lifschultz up.

 

"What the hell are you doing in here?!?" Lifschultz yells.  "I'm calling the police!"

 

"Don't bother, they won't get here in time" Mrs. Donovan answers.  "You can yell all you want, no one will hear you over that rap music blasting upstairs.  I've just injected you with poison.  You'll be dead in 15 minutes unless I give you the antidote.  Which I won't unless you record a confession into my digital recorder.  I want to know why you lied in court about me and Mike.  I also want to know just what the hell you were up to with Shaquanda and Darryl Joel.  I'm not losing my job because of you.  Start talking or your dead bitch!"

 

"You want to know why I did it?" Lifschultz asks.  "Just look in the Goddamn mirror!  You and your miserable company wrecked what used to be a great building and an awesome neighborhood!  I have lived in this apartment for nearly 50 years.  Your company took over the building and let the welfare and Section 8 people in!  I have had to put up with that miserable Shaquanda and those lowlifes on the third floor!!!  I've had to listen to their horrible rap music and have been threatened by Shaquanda!  That's why I slashed Darryl Joel's tires, in the hopes he'd blame her and shoot her dead!  When that didn't work I sprayed mustard gas under her door while she was smoking meth to make her sick, in the hopes that she'd go after the meth dealer on the first floor!  You've taken my home and turned it into a ghetto war zone!"

 

"Why didn't you just ask for a transfer to another apartment?" Mrs. Donovan replies.  "And why sue for all this money you know you won't live to spend?  My office manages many other properties and I'm certain we could have found you a satisfactory place."

 

"Then I'd lose my rent control!  I'd have to pay market rate rent!  I shouldn't have to lose my place because you let the welfare people in!  They should all lose their places!  And you should lose your job too!  I want to take this money, buy the building and force all these other people out!!!  Then buy up other buildings and stores in the area and return this place to what it used to be: a nice Jewish neighborhood!  That's what it was 40 years ago before you people ruined it!"

 

Suddenly Mrs. Lifschultz collapses onto the floor.  "By the way" Mrs. Donovan says "I injected you with insulin.  You'll be dead in 5 minutes from now.  Even if they do an autopsy it won't show up unless specifically looked for.  You will have appeared to have died of natural causes, being so old and not in the best of health.  And nobody will miss you."

 

"Damn you Donovan!" Mrs. Lifschultz says with her last breath.  After carefully making sure that Lifschultz is dead Mrs. Donovan takes everything she brought with her, shuts off the lights and locks the door.  After walking back to her car she drives to her office and returns the keys.  Before driving home she stops by the river, where she puts the shoes she wore, the insulin, needles and driving gloves into the plastic bag.  Putting her flip-flops on she tosses all the evidence into the river, insuring it will be contaminated and can't be used against her.  After driving home she slips into bed, noting she'd been gone only about 90 minutes and that her husband slept right through the whole ordeal.

 

A couple of days later Darryl Joel Weisman returns from working his overnight shift and smells something awful coming from Mrs. Lifschultz's apartment........

 

To be continued......

 


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