Wanted part 2

Chapter 4 - monday & a feast

It was late when I awoke on Monday morning. I would be late at work as well. I felt rather good but I noticed that none of my clothes fit anymore. Giancarlo borrowed me an old trouser and an old shirt, which didn’t fit him anymore. They were too small. I called my boss to tell him that I’ll be late. Then I went to a store to buy new clothes. Newly dressed I met my boss and my colleagues at about noon. They stared at my new clothes but didn’t say a word. Sergeant Brown informed me what happened this morning. Every witness signed his statement; fingerprints and DNA were taken. Jennifer was the only one who arrived in the office at noon. After she had signed her statement and got treated like all others, I wanted to question her. She hesitated but finally I led her to the investigation room.
“Ms. Hope. You delivered food to Mr. White and afterwards to some more customers. But you didn’t tell me, where you have been after work.”
“I was at home like usual.”
“No, not directly because your red car was seen on the parking lot close to Mr. White’s room.”
She was shocked and looked terrified.
“I wasn’t there. No one could have seen me.”
“Your red car was seen.”
“There are more red cars – not only mine.”
“Yes, I know. I hope you’ll understand that I will arrest you until we have found out if you’re a liar or not.”
“No, I don’t understand you. You only have a circumstantial evidence.”
“Yes, I know. We just got circumstantial evidence so far uncovered by the investigation. Soon, we’ll know more. Forensics will tell us more details about the death of Mr. White.”

THE FEAST

“Well, John, you solved it. We can close the case. It was an accident. Jennifer didn’t really want to kill him but due to her weight, his stomach bursted. He ate too much by himself. Then she fed him too much. He couldn’t control his greed to eat. He just wanted more and more food. So, when she finally rode him and when he shot his load and she bumped on his belly in ecstasy. His stomach exploded and he died due to his internal bleeding. With her weight on his belly, she caused his death.”
“Well, I think you are right but she denies it. She says, he was still alive when she left him.”
“Oh, come on, John. She was there twice. She had sex with him. Forensics found his sperm on her clothes.”
“Yes, I know. But what about his red cheeks and the hematomas on his belly?”
“Maybe, she stroke him and punished him because she was angry about herself and what she did. Maybe, he said something to her so that she got furious. Don’t think about it. Soon or later, she will tell us the truth. It was an accident, John, she didn’t want to kill him. Now, we can celebrate your success. Let’s go to our Chinese restaurant, to Mr. Han, and have an all you can eat buffet. Do you agree?”
“Yes, of course, Chief Inspector. You know quite well, how I enjoy this kind of buffet, especially at Mr. Hans’ Restaurant.”
“So let’s go, but we should invite some more people to celebrate with us.”
“Hm, who to you want to join us?”
“Well, I thought it would be nice to celebrate with Mr. Brown’s father and with Mrs. and Mr. Chin. You know, Mrs. Chin did all the paperwork and that’s a great help for all of us.”
“Yes, I agree – especially they already joined us serval times and they know well what will happen.”
“Let’s meet at Mr. Han at 7 p.a. I’ll make some calls to invite everybody to our feast and to tell Mr. Han, that he should prepare everything.”

All guest arrived in time. Only the big Boss was delayed. Everybody waited for him. He accused himself and told everybody that he had to do some more phone calls. Mr. Han led his guest into the next room where no one would disturb his special guest. He had prepared everything for the celebration. Five tables were full of different kinds of food and several warmers kept all food in the right temperature. Each of the guest had his own table. They sat down and began to eat. Plate after plate was emptied in no time. But then, when half of the food was gone everybody slowed down and looked around. No one was full yet but the first hunger was satisfied. Mr. King leant back and patterned his gut. His eyes watched his four friends and their tables. He was satisfied to see that he had managed to eat more than the others did. John had eaten quite well but not as much as he had. Mr. and Mrs. Chin had eaten well but the table of Mr. Brown looked still full. Last time when we met, no one could stop him. He had eaten so much that he couldn’t move afterwards. His belly had ballooned and stuck out so far that he had to open his waistband and fly to give room for his expanded girth. But today it was different. Mr. King wondered why. But nevertheless someone had to encourage Mr. Brown.
After that short break, Mr. King started to eat again and everybody followed him. While everybody was fixed on the food in front of him, Mr. Han went to Mr. King and asked him if everything is okay. He just nodded because of his full mouth, but he gestured to Mr. Han that he should stay for a moment. Mr. Han waited until Mr. King had swallowed. Then he said to Mr. Han,
“Everything tastes wonderful, Mr. Han. We all enjoy your cooking except Mr. Brown. When I look at him and his table I see that he hasn’t eaten that much. I suppose he needs some encouragement. Will you encourage him to eat because I know you are a master in this matter.”
“O, Mr. King. You know me well. I really would enjoy to fill him up and I know how much he has eaten last time. It would be a great pleasure for me to top his last record.”
“Yeah, that would be great, Mr. Han. Do your best to fill him up. His belly has the potential to grow. He proved it last time. Maybe, with your help he will eat more than last time.”
“For sure, Mr. King, for sure. I’ll do my best.”
With a bright smile, he left Mr. King and went straight to Mr. Brown.
“How are you, Mr. Brown? Do you enjoy your meal?”
“Well, well, Mr. Han. It’s wonderful and everything is cooked so well. I really like to eat up but I can’t do it. I’m ashamed about me how much I let myself go last time. I can’t do it again. What will all others think about me? What will they talk? And don’t forget my wife. When I came home last time, she shouted at me more than ever. She never had seen me with such an enlarged belly. She called me names, more than ever before. Well, I’m used to it but this time was different. She was out of control. Her face was red and I feared she would punish me. Good luck, she didn’t. And my son stood there watching us and staring on my out sticking ball. He didn’t say a word, so I don’t know what he thought. When he looked at his mother, his eyes showed me how he disliked her behavior. When he looked at my new girth and me, I was really astonished to see that he seemed to admire my new frame. But, as I told you, he didn’t speak a word, so I’m not sure about his feelings. Maybe you understand now, why I hesitate to eat up.”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Brown. You’re in a great dilemma. And I hope I can solve it.”
Mr. Han stood up and spoke loud to all other guests.
“Please, may I have your attention? Mr. Brown here would like to polish of his table but he hesitates because he is ashamed about his last visit here. He let himself go last time and now he fears that everyone thinks or talks bad about him. What’s your answer?”
All other four guests spoke immediately at the same time so that no one could understand a word. Finally, Mr. King shouted loud to shut up. Then he spoke for all.
“Mr. Brown, we can understand your feelings. When our group first met – years ago – we felt in a similar way like you do right now. But, we can promise that no one will talk or think bad about you. It’s just the opposite: we enjoy your eating very much. We like to welcome you in our private club. We like people who can eat. What do you say?”
“O, Mr. King. It would be a great honor for me to join the club. I really like all members and I will to my best to show you how bright I’m now to be a new member.”
His eyes were filled with tears and he took a handkerchief out of his pocket.
“Well-spoken Mr. Brown, well-spoken but what’s about your wife and your son?” Mr. Han said.
“I don’t know, Mr. Han. I can’t change the opinion of my wife and I don’t know what my son would think about a growing father.”
“Just relax, Mr. Brown”, Mr. King said. “First: most of our wives disagree and do not understand why we like to eat or why we enjoy to get bigger. This problem we have in common. Second: I think you would like it if your son is promoted so that he will have a good chance to make an excellent career. Mr. Johnson and I will help him to become a better job as soon as possible. But we only will take care of him if you fulfill your duty.”
“My duty? What do you mean?”
“Duty might not be the right word, Mr. Brown. I mean your promise to be a good member of our club. You understand?”
“O yes, of course. I will eat up everything in front of me. I’ll do it for my son and his career. And for my pleasure as well. I won’t care about my wife and her nasty words.”
Mr. Brown abandoned himself to his emotions and started to eat. Now, there was no need to encourage him but Mr. Han thought about a reward for his decision to join the club.