A BOG OVER HEAD

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An attorney of the law gets engrossed on a demented fugitive.Who in turn hands him a new identity.However, the identity treads a nice man to dark territories and blood,thereby leading him into a bog inside his head.

Submitted: September 25, 2014

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ABOG OVER HEAD

 

 

 

 

EPISODE 1:I vividly woke up one morning, “to find my hands lodged on the correct place of the body" as if I were fed to alligators the other day, and I barely escaped with my life, “my legs stretched right till the edge of the bed" looked to me as if I was amputated from the very base of my hip by slaughterers in the meat cabin, that I spotted outside the window of the house where I was at "currently" or maybe there wasn’t,oh! What’s wrong with my mind? I just wore shorts and nothing else. Still waking up from what is a common term on the Oxford Dictionary as "Nightmare”. I couldn’t recollect where I was at really, looked around to find abstract artistry flooding the room with its soothing colours, essence of glowing dandelions blessing and "cleanliness" was another feature.

 

Anyways, I pulled my diabolic body out of bed, which was loathing in treachery and poison. I went to an almirah that was situated on the corner of the room, found photographs, stuck on its oak wood in an ascending to descending order, like the "people who got stuck in Velcro from one of the shows in Pogo”. Those pictures told me my life, hitting my neurons with a baseball bat and recollecting memory. As soon as, I opened its door, “Sun began to shine on the bog over my brain".

 

I came out of the room dressed in office robe, carrying files in a packet, taking my chair beside "Andrew" he is my son, who is 10 and still lurking around kindergarten, It was 9:00 o’clock in the morning "breakfast surrounded the table like bees surrounding a hive".However,Melissa was absent from the room colliding dishes in the kitchen.I gave her a yelp,"Hey,honey won’t you come and join us" and she replied, “Coming hon,just dressing the omelette”. With that Andrew wanted to be excused and left the room, "as if his friend stole his favourite bicycle”. I never interfered in his little life."Hey where are you lost" asked Mellissa, she is my wife, who is a general housewife, but sometimes during her off days goes off to roll on the registers in the audit department on "Patrick’s firm of medicines" by the other side of 52nd avenue. I kept the file packet on the table, with the files playing "peek-a-boo".

 

When she asked, “So, working on the same case?"

 

I replied, “It’s the same goon who hired me to win"

 

Sipping the coffee she asked," Does it have an expiry date?"

 

I replied, “Soon"

 

Thereby, drinking the juice from the freshly squeezed oranges and eating the omelette, "as if some food burglar ghost was sitting beside me". She just gazed at me and smiled. I asked," What?"

 

She replied, “Nothing"

 

After that she took a glance at my "peek-a-boo" files and asked, "Ivan Ibisovic, that’s the guy right"

 

I replied, “Yes, that’s him"

 

The same freak that hired me, "Jacob Aniston" as his attorney-counselor,the same Croatian freak who had double homicide on his head and the same freak who had changed my life forever.

 

 

"Ivan Ibisovic" a California renowned drug dealer, "Mandrake" when it comes to deception. Word has it he fled his own country dressed like a premium Muslim named "Abu-al-qasim".However,his dexterity has shifted from taking hits to, “remove blood dripped gloves”. First homicide took place at Mr. Ernie Backwood's house at 58th avenue Lombard Street, Where the victim was found at a beach of cocaine and his body in perfect condition as far as the photographs showed, and the witnesses told. The second homicide took place at a junkie named Phil Washington’s house, where the victim was found well seated in sofa watching over the idiot box and munching cheats with "meth”. No signs of any contamination were found on the crime scenes in both the incidents. Nor, did the autopsy proved anything legitimate that could go against "Ivan”. The first victim simply died of drug overdose and the other died of an isotope named "polonium" that was found in huge amounts in his body. I was surveying these because, "I was the lawyer who will defend him in court."

 

EPISODE 2: I came to the office around 10:45 am, and was quickly going over those files once again before Ivan’s aegis Goren came over and pulverized me. Goren was the son of the local Mob-boss, "who himself fled with his father in 1992 to America, because he earned a fortune that he wanted to expand".So, he came over to New York to join the local Mafia and utilize their business to earn gold. Meanwhile, a loud knock shivered my office door. I asked, “Who is it?"

 

Goren, “It’s me Mr. Law" His accent had no soviet touch over it, since, he spent almost twelve years in USA. He felt a little frenzy to call me that.

 

I replied, “Come in"

 

Goren came and pulled the chair lodged in between the table and sat downright in front of my face."So, Mr.Law you went through those"(pointing at the files).

 

I said, “Yes, I did, you should know this Goren, I have gone through each and every evidence and no traces can be found of Ivan"

 

Goren,"Well, how many times will I tell you LAW, Ivan has done it, so, it can’t be undone, but it can be hidden and only you can do it? Since, you’re the most reputed lawyer here in the south"

 

He, was right only I could have done it, the other attorneys where too scared to even touch his casebook. But, the question was how? In spite of Goren using his father’s hand to provide me info has not helped any cause whatsoever in this case. If I only knew how Ivan did it, his pattern, his scheme. On asking Goren he wouldn’t answer, only wince.

 

Ivan’s pelt under which he hid was fiendish.

 

"Hey, Mr.Law you still with me" asked Goren

 

I replied, “yes"

 

 

Goren, “Listen, time is limited the final adjudication is two days away. Save his life or loose yours"

 

Offcourse, it had to come sooner or later from Goren. Even, if I spread a word out of the office.

 

He left the office like a wind-missile. Banging the door so hard it almost broke the glass and the goodwill of the firm engraved as "Come, to Jacob and save your Share".

 

(THE OTHER NIGHT)

 

The night I encountered the nightmare, my sight was broken loose by the whisper of Goren saying,"Ivan, wake up bud, Phil is gone crazy man".

 

It was a very bad dream indeed, otherwise who would want to be Ivan with a friend like Goren.

 

Anyways, I rose myself and changed into “gang-member” outfits, gosh! When did I have that, this really is a limit to this dream. Suddenly, I got cut from the very edge of the bed. Melissa, even though she changed her sleeping position, she slept peacefully. That instilled some sense in me, definitely.

 

I went towards the almirah, to look into the mirror, but what I saw changed that moment in my life forever. I was bleeding and I felt its scar.So, it wasn’t a dream, I was actually Ivan.

 

 

 

It was mid-night, with the big clock striking 3:00 am in the dining room. You know how it is, "There is always a time for evil deeds". But, why was I feeling this, maybe some demon used my soul. Meanwhile, I met Goren outside. I felt strange, it was as if I was inside the body and I couldn’t control its actions. Wearing a Gang-member outfit, that was stashed right among my suits.So that Melissa couldn’t find it? But why? Goren spoke in a murmuring way with splashes of spit taking a landslide from his mouth,"Man, Phil is totally nuts, he wants to slice our price and grab another slack of meth".

 

I or Ivan replied, “He wants another slack, then let’s give him something he won’t desire again"

 

With that we hopped in Goren’s car almost a pile driven s* hole of a bobcat(since, his father was only keen to invest on crime).Drove straight to Ivan’s hideout and grabbed few packets of methamphetamine and then drove straight to 48th avenue of Knight square, that is where this junky named Phil Washington resided! Just behind old Jim’s snack’s bar, we approached a freshly cropped garden surrounding the front door, Goren and I checked the localities nearby."It was like an empty jug" after all what do you expect, it was middle of the night. I wanted to run away from this ghastly being who called himself Ivan. Goren gently tapped on the door twice, before a booze-drenched Phil opened the door. His eyes were red like a "watermelon" and his soggy voice, gave us permission to enter the "addictive abode".

 

As soon as we got in, I saw a house that was almost erupting with cocaine, a massacre of attractive materials and just slacks of Cheetos everywhere. He wanted to make the deal straight away and remove us from his hub.However; I or Ivan took toll of this situation.

 

Grabbed, Phil by the collar and said, “You wanted more from us; we are giving it to you at a low price" and moved him aside. After which, we made the deal.

 

Phil said,"So, you guys eat Cheetos do ya?"

 

He started munching and watching fashion TV. While, Goren received a phone call and wanted to go out for a while.

 

1 HOUR LATER

 

I was fully awake, or should I say Ivan was! While beside me drug and booze both kicked in for Phil and he was almost unconscious. Goren entered then, and stood beside me since we were both determined not to touch anything in that "malice palace".

 

Goren said, “I have bought something, that will erase the problem"

 

I said, “What?"

 

Goren showed something, that brought tremors in my whole body.It were a painless nanopass 

needled injection."It is rigged with polonium" exclaimed Goren.

 

Goren said, “I had a doctor friend who cooked it up, leaves no traces of puncture marks"

 

So, he wanted me to kill. After which my life will be jeopardized forever.

 

No matter what I thought, Ivan took the needle and approached Phil Washington, just how Macbeth was not afraid of his deeds. Before you could realize it was done.

 

THE NEXT DAY

 

EPISODE 3: Questions were ringing my mind like the intercom intervening work. Why would Goren approach me as Ivan? Why did I kill that man as Ivan? Where is the real Ivan? And why am I enacting like him? Sooner, between these 2 days the FBI are bound to kick in. I decided maybe it was high-level stress that was bothering me; I needed to see the doctor badly. Still another question remained unanswered, “How will I wipe murder off my hands?" I asked Tracy my Secretary to take over the rest of the day’s work.

 

While I was leaving an elderly gentleman intervened my steps and asked,"Mr.Aniston is it?"

 

He was looking anxious. I said, “Yes"

 

He said, “my name is Dr.Robert James croft from the research and science for California, I have a report that you may be willing to see" I said,"Okay,lets go to my office right away"

 

Suddenly, Goren intruded our talks and said, “Why don’t you run off with your work Mr. Law while I handle this"

 

I said, “You didn’t leave!"

 

Goren, “I just wanted to have a final word with you about Ivan"

 

The doctor said,"Oh! That’s great because this report is about Ivan"

 

I was going to say, when again Goren intervened and said you run off Mr.Law, I will look at this and inform you about it. The doctor also said," that will be good if you are too busy".

 

I also thought it was a good idea and left to see Dr.Ben king, our family doctor.While, Goren took the doctor outside having one of his hands on his shoulders.

 

AT THE DOCTOR’S CHAMBER

 

My MRI scans showed negligible level of stress that can be given a miss and no levels of damage. However, Ben said," There is nothing, we could find amusing"

 

I said, “I don’t know what’s going on?"

 

Ben, “You said, you wanted to share some secrets and something more you couldn’t recollect"

 

I said, “yes"

 

Ben, “Well, you also said you weren’t yourself a few nights"

 

I said, “Yes"

 

Ben, “Well there is a way to locate this dissociative spectrum of dual Identity through pure measurement"

 

I asked, “How?"

 

Ben, “Hypnotism"

 

I said, “Try it then, I don’t care about its effects, just try it!

 

Ben,"Listen, are you sure you want to share your secrets, because whoever I have tried this on! Have left no truth behind"

 

I said,"Yes, I am sure, I also want to know the truth"

 

Then Ben dimmed the lights of the room, he set a pendant in motion like a pendulum. While I was slowly sinking in a deep and dark castle, where lights fade away and nerves are soothed. Asking myself and Ben questions, “Why didn’t Goren let the doctor meet me?" and "What was that report all about?”

 

 

 

 

’Out of the incoming bog and into the blackness we ride’. It was hard to see especially with this receding blurriness, Ivan cum Jake was driving the car along with Goren Prandeic by his side, and we were headed to 58th avenue Lombard street. Paying Ernie black wood a pleasant visit, ‘according to our terms that is’. He wanted drugs for a very low price, lesser than what he offered us few days ago. If we didn’t produce his Douche will go and rub his filthy lip in a federal’s a*.Before you question! It was not me; It was Ivan thinking like that. It took us few swift turns from Henry street to 57th avenue, before we got straight at the heart of Lombard street. Goren knocked the door with few gentle taps.But, after 20 minutes of repeated continuation no one opened! We barged in the middle of the night, when the clock strolled past 3:15 am and found ourselves in a’cocanic land of egypt’,with big fat black wood lying stoned in front. Goren knelt down and felt his breath!

 

Goren, “it’s done, we did it bud!"

 

I was flummoxed at first, but understood the matter later, ‘he was somehow dead’

 

Goren, “your new formula worked, after all the same doctor cooked it up"

 

I asked, “What formula?"

 

Goren, “The new cocaine with a tinges of high-dosed sleeping pills, you ordered our man to deliver it to him and here it is gift wrapped for you"

 

"So, do you like it"

 

’I didn’t know what I could say; dual murders were on my hands!

 

PRESENT DAY

 

EPISODE 4: I woke up with pin-drop silence in Dr.Ben’s chamber. The matter was now clearing up for me.

 

Ben,"You, know what you have done, don’t you?"

 

"Off course"

 

Ben, “Your mother always wanted me to keep this away from you, but now I think it’s too late"

 

I asked, “What is too late?"

 

Ben, “Do you somehow remember, how you regularly fell ill during your childhood days and your mother rushed you to my chamber"

 

I said, “Not vividly, No!"

 

Ben,"Well, how will you anyway, you were just a 6 year old bairn at that time!"

 

We both sat on our respective chairs, after which Ben started talking.

 

"You were attracted to action packed shows when you were a child, Samurai Jackson, The Flintstones and Scooby-doo.So,one day your uncle came home to visit you along with your father and you enacted as Fred Flintstone himself, picking your father’s favourite club and almost dashing your uncle’s brain off. At first the family thought it was a game! But, when you actually tried to kill your father, things became serious. Your mom brought you to my chamber and I examined you, I got to know something about you that day!"

 

I asked, “What?"

 

Ben, “That you belonged to the class of Adam duritz and Truddi chase."

 

I said, “What?"

 

Ben came closer to me and said, ‘Jake you have DID(Dissociative Identity Disorder)’

 

Electricity ran through my body, thereby polluting, dismounting and paralyzing each and every nerve.

 

I replied, “What?"

 

Ben, “It happens when someone gets addicted or fantasized by something. Your likeliness takes toll on you so much you get gulped by it and transformed into that which you love"

 

Ben, “You loved anything you admired Jake, that is why I recommended Judy to keep you away from anything you love, no matter how much you yelped and screamed, I wanted to keep those things away from you which will help you keep the disease away, it did, for 38 years you were yourself .Until, you committed something very grave"

 

I couldn’t believe those words of Ben, still I had to accept the reality and the explanation to the question, “I was Ivan Ibisovic because I read his files too much, When I was assigned to the case, I remembered that those killing patterns without leaving any trace whatsoever was unique in every way.Only,because it was not Ivan Ibisovic! It was Jake Aniston, his attorney. Goren came to me right after the day I was instructed to take over the Ibisovic case! He somehow knew I had this disease and f* used me to kill, to manipulate and to spread poison. But Why? And the question was where the real Ivan Ibisovic was?

 

It reminded me of the doctor that came to visit me today?

 

Ben,"Jake,are you with Me"

 

I said,"Sorry, Ben and thank you but, I have to leave!"

 

That doctor’s report, was my only hope to know where Ivan Ibisovic was at? So, I visited the research and science for California to meet Dr.Robert. I asked in the reception before a hand stumbled on my shoulder and said,"Mr.Aniston?"

 

 

’Out of the incoming bog and into the blackness we ride’. It was hard to see especially with this receding blurriness, Ivan cum Jake was driving the car along with Goren Prandeic by his side, and we were headed to 58th avenue Lombard street. Paying Ernie black wood a pleasant visit, ‘according to our terms that is’. He wanted drugs for a very low price, lesser than what he offered us few days ago. If we didn’t produce his Douche will go and rub his filthy lip in a federal’s a*.Before you question! It was not me; It was Ivan thinking like that. It took us few swift turns from Henry street to 57th avenue, before we got straight at the heart of Lombard street. Goren knocked the door with few gentle taps.But, after 20 minutes of repeated continuation no one opened! We barged in the middle of the night, when the clock strolled past 3:15 am and found ourselves in a’cocanic land of egypt’,with big fat black wood lying stoned in front. Goren knelt down and felt his breath!

 

Goren, “it’s done, we did it bud!"

 

I was flummoxed at first, but understood the matter later, ‘he was somehow dead’

 

Goren, “your new formula worked, after all the same doctor cooked it up"

 

I asked, “What formula?"

 

Goren, “The new cocaine with a tinges of high-dosed sleeping pills, you ordered our man to deliver it to him and here it is gift wrapped for you"

 

"So, do you like it"

 

’I didn’t know what I could say; dual murders were on my hands!

 

PRESENT DAY

 

EPISODE 4: I woke up with pin-drop silence in Dr.Ben’s chamber. The matter was now clearing up for me.

 

Ben,"You, know what you have done, don’t you?"

 

"Off course"

 

Ben, “Your mother always wanted me to keep this away from you, but now I think it’s too late"

 

I asked, “What is too late?"

 

Ben, “Do you somehow remember, how you regularly fell ill during your childhood days and your mother rushed you to my chamber"

 

I said, “Not vividly, No!"

 

Ben,"Well, how will you anyway, you were just a 6 year old bairn at that time!"

 

We both sat on our respective chairs, after which Ben started talking.

 

"You were attracted to action packed shows when you were a child, Samurai Jackson, The Flintstones and Scooby-doo.So,one day your uncle came home to visit you along with your father and you enacted as Fred Flintstone himself, picking your father’s favourite club and almost dashing your uncle’s brain off. At first the family thought it was a game! But, when you actually tried to kill your father, things became serious. Your mom brought you to my chamber and I examined you, I got to know something about you that day!"

 

I asked, “What?"

 

Ben, “That you belonged to the class of Adam duritz and Truddi chase."

 

I said, “What?"

 

Ben came closer to me and said, ‘Jake you have DID(Dissociative Identity Disorder)’

 

Electricity ran through my body, thereby polluting, dismounting and paralyzing each and every nerve.

 

I replied, “What?"

 

Ben, “It happens when someone gets addicted or fantasized by something. Your likeliness takes toll on you so much you get gulped by it and transformed into that which you love"

 

Ben, “You loved anything you admired Jake, that is why I recommended Judy to keep you away from anything you love, no matter how much you yelped and screamed, I wanted to keep those things away from you which will help you keep the disease away, it did, for 38 years you were yourself .Until, you committed something very grave"

 

I couldn’t believe those words of Ben, still I had to accept the reality and the explanation to the question, “I was Ivan Ibisovic because I read his files too much, When I was assigned to the case, I remembered that those killing patterns without leaving any trace whatsoever was unique in every way.Only,because it was not Ivan Ibisovic! It was Jake Aniston, his attorney. Goren came to me right after the day I was instructed to take over the Ibisovic case! He somehow knew I had this disease and f* used me to kill, to manipulate and to spread poison. But Why? And the question was where the real Ivan Ibisovic was?

 

It reminded me of the doctor that came to visit me today?

 

Ben,"Jake,are you with Me"

 

I said,"Sorry, Ben and thank you but, I have to leave!"

 

That doctor’s report, was my only hope to know where Ivan Ibisovic was at? So, I visited the research and science for California to meet Dr.Robert. I asked in the reception before a hand stumbled on my shoulder and said,"Mr.Aniston?"

 

 

 

Episode 5: It was all but, almost at the brink of conclusion. I had called Goran Prandeic (associate of Ivan Ibisovic) to the same warehouse that suffered a dire and catastrophic accident on the 23rd of August .It was dark, muggy, splits of open terraces provoked a slight deluge inside, squirming rats raced by with whispering tales of their own, while inside my (Jake Aniston) head there was only one word, infuriating itself "REDEMPTION".I was alone inside in the same gang-member outfit that kept me out with Goran to do his dirty deeds. Until, a car braking erupted outside the warehouse. It was Goran alright; he came inside looking behind and inside carefully to not find himself within a "swarm of cops".

 

Ivan or me, “It’s just me"

 

Goren,"Ohhh! I was kind of scared buddy, I thought it was a trap"

 

Ivan, “Why will it be a trap? After all it’s my secret place where you did it!"

 

Goren was in utter shock, until he responded after a brief pause,"What? Who the hell are you, why is your voice so familiar?" he pointed a pistol right at me.

 

I lit a lighter in front of my face and went closer to Ivan, “We are the same persons you know?"

 

Goren, “It is you buddy! What’s wrong! you calling me in the middle of the night and behaving in a very different way"

 

Ivan."I am not behaving in a different way, It’s you who is not acting the same"

 

Goren, “Gosh! will you stop the riddling and say what really is up"

 

Ivan, “Recognize this place?"

 

Goren,"Yeah, it’s a stinking warehouse where we used to do.”

 

Ivan, “Our special deals, with special customers"

 

Goren again in grave shock pushed away and after quite a long pause started laughing.

 

Ivan, “Goren prandeic  wanted to become the king of crime and he threw his associate cum best friend Ivan ibisovic into the fire, inside this very warehouse on 23rd August 2013"

 

Goran,"So,you know"

 

Ivan, “Let me tell you how?"

 

THAT DAY

 

After, reaching the research and science for California. I asked in the reception for Dr, Robert, when someone’s hand stumbled on my shoulder.

 

Man,"Mr.Aniston is it?

 

I said, “Yes"

 

Man, “My name is Dr.Eric stevens,I am an associate of Dr.Robert"

 

I said, “Please excuse me but I have to find Dr.Robert, is he here?"

 

Dr.Eric,"No, he is not, he went to meet you?

 

I said,"Yes, I know that, he hasn’t returned yet?"

 

Dr.Eric,"No,please Mr. Aniston come to my office, I have the same information Dr.Robert wanted to give you"

 

I was very eager to know what this information was.

 

We went to Dr.Eric’s chamber, where he handed over a copy of the same report Dr.Robert wanted to give me.

 

I said, “Can I look?"

 

He said,"Offcourse, you can! it is for you"

 

After reading the report, I wanted to embrace the dumbest and the unfortunate unspeakable. It was the post-mortem report of Ivan Ibisovic.

 

Dr.Eric said, “I always knew. Robert was in danger"

 

I, “How?"

 

Dr.Eric,"because Ivan Ibisovic was a criminal, and conducting his autopsy was utmost atrocity. Now, Something must have happened to him and I don’t know what? He always told to keep this copy with me and act as an anonymous doctor, he also said whenever you would come here, that is the moment I have to give you this report, cause it implied you didn’t get it somehow"

 

I asked, “Who told him to trust me?"

 

Dr.Eric,"He said that it was Mr.Ibisovic himself, who left a message stating, a copy of his godson’s autopsy report should be made and handed over to the lawyer appointed for him. It was as if he knew somehow this case will be dragged to court"

 

I, “Thank you doctor, you were a huge help"

 

Dr.Eric,"Its my pleasure Mr. Aniston"

 

The report stated that, “The bruise and burns were too grave to recuperate. The fire massively damaged the internal organs, resulting into failure"

 

PRESENT DAY

 

Goren, “He had stopped laughing and was chuckling now. Yeah, but how did you know it was this Warehouse"

 

Now, I can remove the Ivan tag. Jake said, “I am a lawyer Goren prandeic! It is my duty to know every information and every detail of the case after all you hired me.

 

Goren shouted, “I didn’t hire you! It was that filthy old man "Adrian Prandeic" who supported that sucker Ivan more than his son. He always gave him the high rates, the premiums and when I bought something, he treated me like his pet pooch"

 

Jake said, “That is why you did it! to bring him down"

 

Goren, "Yes, Exactly why! One night, Ivan was here in this very S*hole, this was his secret safe for storing absolutely illegal to unwanted drugs that he wanted! Imported right from his hometown. He had instructed me, his so-called buddy to check the list of consignments, I found this opportunity. So, I and my boys lit this place brightly with kerosene, to celebrate the demise of a friend, who was stranded and alone inside. We enjoyed the yelps as well, that echoed inside"

 

"Still, I knew, my father was not going to let go of his prized possession that easily, and he will hire a lawyer to look into the matter. That to the greatest that California had to offer. At first I was worried you will get to know the intriguing details of this case.But,after knowing about your disease from that medical file, we stole from your house, I devised this plan to bring back my father’s favourite into the mix,Thereby,spoiling his reputation and his lawyer’s. So, that he gets to know how wrong he was, not choosing his own son and how wrong he was making such a decision"

 

Jake just gaped and said, “What? that is why when I looked at my phone after leaving the research and science, I saw 9 missed calls from my wife and message that said, ‘The file was gone’ as I had instructed my wife Melissa to look after that medical file"

 

Goren,"Yes, It had happened the other night, remembers how disturbed you were this morning suffering from memory loss. It was because; my boy ‘Chuck’ hit you with a rod after our night gig. Your wife was fast asleep in your room, she was looking beautiful by the way"

 

"Now, my boys have the evidence, the syringe that killed Washington and the bag of cocaine with your finger print on it. Perhaps, the FBI have already traced something that belongs to you from the crime scene"

 

Jake suddenly started laughing and giggling, “What do you think a Lawyer is?"

 

Goren became nervous and said, “What? What do you mean?"

 

I mean, “according to you I am that stupid attorney, who will play the game into Goren’s hands. Well, you know what I knew right from the beginning; criminals like you can never be trusted. That is why, when you came to meet me on the first day. I ran a background check, with few of my felon friends to whom I did a favour once. From that I got to know about your relationship or should I say friendship with Ivan Ibisovic was not up to the mark .In fact, you guys had a rift once in a while. Didn’t you! So, My friends got a brief eye into the matter to find out what had suddenly bought Drug lord, Ivan Ibisovic’s downfall. After, knowing everything clearly. I knew a man with low education and low knowledge cannot detect the witty attributes of a lawyer. I made a fake report signifying a fake disease and a family doctor that helped me out"

 

It was Goren’s turn to gape now.

 

Jake, “I somehow knew you were responsible behind this that is why I visited your father to find a secondary doctor on keeping the post-mortem safe for Ibisovic. Because I knew you were bound to do something bad to poor Dr.Robert.You dad supported me because he also had a suspicion on you, and that I knew from the very beginning, I will fall guilty, since I too will have blood on my hands. But, it was the only way to deal with you. Who will not give up this easily?"

 

"Credit, also goes to my felon friends who persuaded you to have a close eye on me, get me some gang member clothes, teach me some mannerisms and thanks to them I knew each and every movements, you had conjured in my way. Including that ‘nurse’ in Dr.Ben’s chamber"

 

"You see, your father didn’t just trust me for a simple reason, he trusted me because he knew I was the only lawyer to possess such connections. He honoured me with plenty of money, which my family needed while I am in jail. Which I will be for a lesser time.So, that burglary incident that you thought you created, was actually my creation. I am an attorney counselor, and I have dealt with freaks like you from the time your mommy changed your diapers. We lawyers know how to act, that is why sometimes we also act our innocence"

 

"Goren Prandeic, as far as this day is concerned, this is your "Final Adjudication" and you are.

 

Goren, “You son-of-a* "

 

He shot me three times in the chest, before I fell back first. Meanwhile, the police had arrived surrounding the warehouse, and barging in from all corners. Pointing their rifles at Goren, while just before my dying breath, I showed him a tape-recorder and said "Guilty as charged"

 

THE END

 

 

 

 


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