Friday, October 26, 2012

Grave whispers have led me to where I never wanted to go. Now what I see - I will never forget

I still get remnants of that headache just thinking about it. I’m glad we were able to bring Charity peace, but my heart aches for what she suffered. ~Alexa Martin

Grave Whispers

Part Four

The early evening brought hues of reds as the daylight turned into night. Houses stood out along the street. Each house decorated with some variant of Halloween decorations. Kids were seen in groups all dressed up.

Princesses walked next to ninjas, vampires, and witches. The beam of flashlights danced along the darkening sidewalks. Parents’ of the younger ones trailed behind the excited children.

A knock sounded at the door. Alexa lifted a large bowl filled with chocolate onto her hip. She opened the door expecting calls of trick or treat. The surprise registered on her face when Officer Morgan’s smiling face met her own.

“If I say trick or treat do I get a piece?” Morgan asked. His words filled with a teasing lilt.

“Nope, you aren’t wearing a costume.” Alexa giggled, stepping back to allow him entrance.

“Sure I did. I came dressed as a handsome date.” He pressed down his silk tie. Alexa laughed harder as she picked up her clutch-purse and black wrap.

“Well then, help yourself.” Alexa’s eyes twinkled. Morgan removed a Snickers from the bowl, unwrapping it instantly. He’d loved the candy bar since he was a kid. The way the caramel and chocolate worked together.

“Thank you.” Morgan spoke around the mouthful of candy. Alexa shook her head, grabbing the set of keys off the coffee table.

“Didn’t your mama ever teach you not to eat candy before dinner, much less not to talk with your mouth full?” She began turning off all the lights, except a small lamp by the door.

“Yes, Ma’am, but even she’d tell you I’m as hard headed as they come.” Morgan chuckled lightly.

“I would never have guessed, Officer Morgan.” Alexa grinned, following him out of the door. She turned back to lock the front door making sure her aunt’s house was secure.

“Please, it’s just Jason. I left Officer Morgan at home with my badge.” His grin brought out his dimples. Alexa smiled in return, unable to help herself. She realized then this was the first time she had actually heard his first name.

“Where are we going for this celebration dinner?” Alexa tucked the keys into her purse. Jason placed his hand on her lower back, escorting her toward the black SUV in the driveway.

“I’m taking you to one of the best restaurants in town.” Jason smiled helping her into the passenger side, before climbing behind the wheel. Alexa felt her skin tingle where his hand had been. The fiber of her dress didn’t even provide much barricade from the heat that was Officer Jason Morgan.

“So – from the excitement in your voice earlier, I’m going with you all got all the evidence you needed.” Alexa turned slightly in her seat to watch his face. The way the business and streetlights played across his angular features kept her mesmerized. Heat rolled through her body as she finally took the time to really look at the man she’d been working with for the week. Even if she was determined to keep away from men, she could appreciate that this man was a fine specimen to look at.

“You’re staring at me.” Jason lightly teased. He could almost feel the heat that flushed up to her cheeks. The rustling of fabric let him know she’d moved, her eyes no longer on his face. A part of him ached at the sudden change.

“Did you all get the evidence?” Alexa repeated more guarded now. She clung to her clutch trying to get a grip on her emotions.

“Yes, thanks to you. After they dug up the bodies, there was enough evidence under her nails to point at the thugs. The thugs turned over, giving us Braxton. The gun he was carrying at the time matched the ballistics on the bullet. It all came together far neater and tidier than other cases I’ve had. I really don’t think they planned on getting caught, or they would have covered their tracks better.” Jason stated, turning off the main road that ran the length of the town.

“I don’t think so either. What happened to the baby?” Alexa darted a glance back over at Jason.

“He now lives with Charity’s parents. They are looking at adopting him.” Jason smiled softly. Alexa nodded her approval. She watched as Jason parked the car, coming over to her side to help her out. A quick movement ensured the material of her dress was where it needed to be. She smiled at Jason. He held doors open for her, escorting her with a gentle hand on her lower back. It shocked Alexa that men still did that, having been years since any other man had even asked her out.

The restaurant lit by romantic candles, strings of soft white light lay in plants around the eating area. They followed the host back to a table in the corner. Jason held her chair for her, before taking his own.

“Wow, this place is gorgeous.” Alexa looked around. Her eyes twinkled more with the environment. They talked over anything and everything while enjoying the delicious food and white wine.

“Let’s have a toast.” Jason raised his wine glass. Alexa lifted hers to meet his.

“To ultimately finding a love worth dying for.” She smiled, lightly tapping their glasses together. In that moment Jason saw hope, dreams, but more importantly passion residing in her emerald green eyes.

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Thank you all for joining me on the blog run. I hope you enjoyed the first case file of Alexa Martin’s.

Happy Halloween, Blessed Samhain, one and all!


  1. Thank you so much for joining me! I'm really glad you liked it. I hope to see you in December when I return with some flash pieces.