Wanted (last part)

Chapter 3 - case closed

Back in the office, Mr. King goes into his bureau and Mr. Johnsons greets DC Brown and congratulates him for his success.
“You’ll be promoted DC Brown due to this excellent investigation.” Mr. Brown smiles bright.
“Are there any results from the forensics, Mr. Brown?”
“No, not yet.”
“Then call the forensics and ask them, Mr. Brown. I wanna close this case soon.” DC Brown nods. He takes the phone and dials.
“No way. Can’t believe it! Are you sure? Yes, I gave you the cigarette butts and you compared the DNA? You’re sure? Mrs. White? His woman?” DC Brown hang up. DI Johnson looks curious.
“What about Mrs. White, Mr. Brown?”
“You remember our visit at Mr. White?”
“Of course. She was very upset and destroyed due to the death of her husband.”
“Yes, she was. Did you remember that she smoke cigarette after cigarette?”
“Yeah. What will you tell me?”
“I took some of those cigarette butts with me, just to be sure.”
“You didn’t ask her, did you?”
“No, I didn’t. But that’s not important tight now. The DNA is correct. I mean the DNA of her cigarette butts and the DNA of the cigarette butts we found at the parking lot are the same.”
“You mean, Mrs. White was at the parking lot while her husband was in the motel?”
“Yes, that’s what I mean. DNA doesn’t lie. She was there! She lied telling us that she watched TV and stayed at home.”
“Can’t believe it, DC. Brown. Yeah, she hated her husband due to his fetish, his overindulging and gluttonous gut. But murder him? I can’t believe it!”
“I can’t believe it either, Mr. Johnson. We have to visit her and investigate her again!”
“You’re right, DC. Brown. Let’s do it, right now. Fetch the car and we’ll visit her.”
Mrs. White looks very astonished to see DI Johnson and DC Brown in front of her entrance.
“What’s up? Do you have new information about my husband?”
“Yes, Mrs. White. Can we come in?”
“OMG. How stupid and impolite I am. Of course. You’re welcome.”
We enter the house and she guides us to the living room where we sit down.
“Do you like something to drink? Let’s have a whiskey on the rocks. My husband always liked a drink.”
“No, Ma’am. Thanks. Do you have coffee?”
“Yes. I make some coffee and I’ve short bread as well.” With a smile at me and an impressive look on my still enlarged bulk, she hurries in the kitchen. Soon, she returns and puts everything on the table in front of us. I must confess that I felt a bit hungry and thirsty too. I took some short bread and sipped the coffee. Mr. Brown looked at me astonished and waiting that I open the investigation. Mrs. White seems to be satisfied.
“It tastes really good, Mrs. White. You must be a great cooker, I guess.”
“Yeah, Mr. Johnson. My husband always appreciates my cooking and he loved it to eat up.”
“I know, Ma’am. You told us. But when he got much too big you hated him, correct?”
“Umm, well. I didn’t like his roundness and fatness at all, Mr. Johnson.”
“Yeah, you told us and you said that he was on a business trip on Thursday.”
“Correct. I told you. He often was on a business trip before the weekend.”
“Yeah, we know. And every time he returns he looked definitely bigger, didn’t he?”
“You’re right, Mr. Johnson. He told me about a big meal or buffet or something else during the meeting.”
“But you didn’t believe him.”
“Of course, I did. He wouldn’t lie on me.”
“No, he wouldn’t. But you got suspicious because it happened too often and your husband got bigger with every meeting.”
“O well, Mr. Johnson. Wouldn’t you be suspicious if your wife stays overnight somewhere else and comes home well-fed?”
“Sorry, Ma’am, I’m not married, but I know what you mean.”
“What? You look so handsome and cute. Was no wife interested in you?”
“Umm ... That’s not the point, Ma’am. Let’s talk about you and your husband. Do you agree?” Mrs. White nods.
“You mentioned he stayed overnight and returned home well-fed. I bet you were curious and jealous as times passes by. You didn’t believe him and his excuses.”
“No, Mr. Johnson, of course I believed him but I must confess I got angry about him due to all his excuses.”
“Well, Ma’am. I must confess too. We found your cigarette butts on the parking lot of the motel where your husband had a room.”
“No way, Mr. Johnson. Everyone can buy those cigarettes. Those cigarette butts on the parking space of the motel can be from every women or men.”
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. We found lipstick on the butts. A woman smokes the cigarettes.”
“Okay. I was at home watching TV.”
“No, Ma’am. You’ve been at the parking space. We can proof it. We found your DNA on the butts.”
Mrs. White was shocked. She didn’t say a word for a while. Then she sighted and spoke,
“You’re right, D.I. Johnson. I was there. During the last four mouth, I was always there. My husband used to stay at the same motel all the time. When I found it out it was easy for me to watch him and his indulgences in food.”
“And last weekend, you’ve been there as well watching him. You saw all the delivery services. You knew his intake and you’ve been astonished about his intake this time.”
“Yes, you’re right. This weekend he ordered more food than ever before and I was in sorrow about his girth and stomach. He completely gave himself to the gluttony. Could his belly hold such an amount of food? Inside myself, I was divided. Shall I stop him and tell him that I watch him? Shall I let him do whatever he likes? I decided to watch him and stay in my car. I smoked a lot while I watched him.”
“I understand you quite well, Mrs. White. But this weekend something extraordinaire happened. At about 11 p.m. a red car stopped in front of room 38 and a woman entered his apartment.”
“You know it? OMG! I saw the red car before delivering food. The young woman went in and out nearly in no time. An hour before midnight, the woman didn’t deliver anything. I got curious. I left the car and sneaked to the room. I watched through the slightly open window. I saw my husband laying on his back on the floor behind the couch. I saw his naked feet and his enlarged far out sticking belly. I didn’t see his face or his body. I saw the young girl sitting next to my husband feeding him donuts. While she feeds him, she talks about her grandpa. I couldn’t understand each word. She said something like since his wife is gone she takes care of him. He likes to eat, but his wife didn’t allow him to indulge his passion for food. Now, she cooks for him. Sometimes, it’s too much but he always wants to eat up. Therefore, her grandpa begs her to feed him. She likes to feed her grandpa and he likes it to be fed by his grandchild. His wife didn’t allow him to eat up and to pig out. Furthermore, she said that her grandpa fills out nicely and his clothes are quite snug now. Hearing this I was sure that her words turns on my husband. I didn’t wonder that he asked her to ride or masturbate him. She hesitated but he insisted strongly and finally she did it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I saw the young bitch sitting on my husband. She moved forth and back. She rode him and I heard him moaning. Finally, he screamed and the bitch collapsed on his enlarged, bloated and swollen belly. Can you imagine how I felt? I was upset. I was in a rage. I was furious. Silently and shocked, I went back to my car. I cried and waited. When she left my husband and after she drove away, I entered his room. He was ashamed to see me. I was in the mood to punish him for what he had done. I stroke hard his expanded and overstuffed belly with my fists. I slapped and boxed his face with my fists. I was out of control. I exploded in fury. The more I beat and stroke him the more he cried and screamed. He begged for merci but I was merciless. After a while, I reckoned his laud voice and I wanted to stop him. In my fear, rage and anger, I took a cushion. I sat on his breast. I pressed the cushion onto his face. He tried to put it away but I was stronger. He tried to shake his head. He trembled with his legs and arms but I didn’t stop. Finally, he was quiet. I put the cushion away and I was shocked. I suffocated him. I was sorry. I hit him into his face and hoped he’ll awake. I tried to reanimate him several minutes. No success. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. I left room 38 and went to my car. I drove around until I got home. I was confused and irritated. I’m so sorry. Why did she ride him? Why did he insist and let her do it? I don’t know.”
Mr. Johnson and Mr. Brown could feel her desperation. No one said a word.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I must accuse you for death by manslaughter.” Mrs. White nods.
“Take some clothes with you. We wait for you, Mrs. White.” She stands up like in trance and goes upstairs. Mr. Johnson looks at Mr. Brown and he knows what to do. He accompanies her. She takes a suitcase and fills it up with some underwear and clothes. She leaves and locks the house.
“You should know, Mr. Johnson. I still love my husband. I didn’t laugh and feel happy since he’s gone. I miss him very much. Why did he cheat me?”
Together, they drove to the police office. Jennifer got free and Mr. Brown met her quite often. A female feeder and her male feedee. But that’s another story.

THE END