"Mister Zoldyck," said Officer Conner, "Have you figured out the Apache Murder yet?" That's right...The Apache Murder. I hadn't even cared for that at this moment. I looked up from my desk, my hand shaking and pale, as I looked Conner dead in the eyes. "I think it's best if you leave me alone right now, Conner." Officer Conner held his breath, let out one singular gulp, and left. I dropped my head back down to the connected line, tracing evidence back and forth, and I followed the final, blue line. The blue line that led to my wife, <u>Shirley Zoldyck</u>.
2:33 am, that next morning.
I had my hands on the steering wheel, pulling it right to left, frustrated by what I had uncovered. I look down to my phone. "Any minute now.." I'd thought to myself, waiting for my wife to call me. I looked back to the road, as my hands gripped the steering wheel with more hatred and unforgivable actions. Then. that's when my phone buzzed. The picture of my beautiful, angelic wife was shown on my phone, brightening my car, but all I could feel was cold. My hands felt numb, I had a headache. I move my right hand to grab the phone. <em>Click. </em>I answered it. "Hey, baby," Shirley spoke, in a tired tone, "When are you gonna get home?" My jaw quivered. I then spoke up, "Soon, baby. I'll be home in about 15 minutes." I drop my phone after hanging up, looking at the road again as I slowly untuck my .14 colt handgun that I carry on me at all times. I finally pull up to my driveway, as I open my car door and step out into the drooling rain. "Shirley!" I call to her. "Shirley, come here!" Shirley came to the door, opening it and brushing her hair. I slowly aim the .14 colt at her, as I let out a sad expression. "I know you did it! I know you killed them! You're the Apache Murderer!" Shirley's face was blank, as she let out a soft sigh. "I knew you would figure it out, but not this soon. Good thing you loaned me that 200 dollars." I now look to her, as I let out a confused expression. "Wh-What?"
Suddenly, she gripped the side of her pants, as I saw the silhouette of a handgun erecting through the pocket. I knew what she was trying to do. "I love you, Zach! I really do, but...I can't let it end like this!"
In that brief moment, time stopped. It slowed down. They say that when your life flashes before your eyes time seems to slow down and you see your life replay like a film. Well, that's what I was feeling. In a sudden pull, my .14 colt was aiming for her chest, as her handgun was already out, aiming somewhere at my body, but I couldn't tell where.
Bang Bang Bang.
In three sudden shots, two bullet holes were in her chest, as she was shot back against the force. Wait... two bullet holes? But there were three shots... I look down to my gut, leaking blood slowly but surely. I fall back against my car, as I force my palm against the hood. I look up to my dead wife, as I let out a short mutter...
"Why?"
