The Titan War God Returns

It Must Be Her

“I knew we shouldn’t have seen her,” Mr. Loreson blew hot.

Three hours after Jules left, they were still fuming with rage. It was as though Jules had come to awaken every anger, bitterness, and pain they were feeling.

They were pained.

“I hate her so much,” Mrs. Loreson muttered angrily. “Seeing her sitting so majestically and happily made me sick. I wish it was her child who had been shot in the head and left for dead in the pool of his blood,” she added.

Then she broke into sobbing as images of Vince’s body flashed through her mind, causing her to experience grief all over again.

“His head was shot open…my poor Vince…on his birthday,” she sobbed bitterly.

Mr. Loreson looked at his wife and pitied her, but he didn’t go very close to her or even attempt to hold her close. The truth was that before Vince’s death, they had actually been going through some crises in their marriage and even considering a divorce.

However, with this tragedy, they had no choice but to stick together.

“They made it look like Vince was out of his mind with those drugs and shot himself…he didn’t even own a gun,” she continued to sob.

The mistake made was for Mrs. Loreson to have seen Vince’s body. In less than twenty-four hours, she had suffered too much mental breakdown, and he felt really sorry for her. Mr. Loreson was embittered at what happened, only that as a man, he couldn’t be seen sobbing and crying as his wife was doing.

They both wished that they could have their son back.

“Don’t worry about it, Benita. We are going to get our vengeance,” Mr. Loreson assured his wife.

“Jules must feel this pain I am feeling right now,” she said amidst tears and Mr. Loreson nodded in agreement.

He also had his own personal scores against Jules that had nothing to do with Vince’s death; it was something that happened years ago, but he wasn’t going to talk about it. Jules knew better than to utter it to anyone as well.

This was his opportunity to take his pound of flesh against Jules and he would use it to the fullest.

Ever since the incident that happened between them that neither of them could say to anyone, Mr. Loreson had been looking for ways to get back at her, and this was just the perfect opportunity. It was sick that he was using his son’s death to get his own revenge, but then again, Vince wasn’t even that much of a son.

He was weak, and less successful, and he did drugs.

Mr. Loreson had tried every means possible for Vince to be half as successful as his peers, but that never happened. Worse, Mr. Loreson got even more infuriated when he learned that Nesse had become more successful than Vince.

They had had a major altercation two days before his birthday, which was why he hadn’t really been present when the whole thing happened. However, Mr. Loreson was grateful again that no one knew about it, otherwise they might have looked in his direction too.

So now, he would just have to stick to his wife and act like their plan against Nesse was for Vince’s revenge.

“The detective and the doctor is here, sir,” the doorman walked into the living room and informed Mr. Loreson and his wife.

“Good, let them in,” Mr. Loreson said.

They had both been expecting them for a while now, and it was a good thing that Jules had already left before they showed up. Mr. Loreson and his wife wanted this to be as discreet as possible.

“Alright, sir,” the doorman said before he turned and left.

About a minute later, the detective and the doctor walked into the living room.

“We have been waiting,” Mr. Loreson said while his wife cleaned the tears that had pooled her face.

“I had to ensure that all the results are accurate,” the doctor responded.

“Is she still in your custody?” Mrs. Loreson asked the detective.

“Yes, she is,” the detective responded. “But she is also very influential, and we cannot keep her for much longer. The only reason why we still have her there is because assassination is a more serious crime,” he explained.

“She has to be there,” Mrs. Loreson insisted.

“We can only carry out the plan if she is still in your custody,” Mr. Loreson added.

“Or you could take her to court,” the detective suggested.

Mr. Loreson and his wife glared at him with anger. 

They both knew that the court wouldn’t give them the vengeance they were seeking. They were convinced that Nesse was responsible for Vince’s death, especially Mrs. Loreson, so they wanted to see her dead as well.

“The doctor is here with the autopsy report,” the detective said, quickly shifting the attention away from himself.

“Who else knows about this result?” Mr. Loreson asked the doctor.

“No one, unless you want it to be published to the public, but it hasn’t even been recorded yet,” he answered. “The detective was very firm with his instructions,” he added.

Mr. Loreson and his wife were very pleased to hear that.

“So what does it say?” Mrs. Loreson asked curiously, beating her husband to it.

“First of all, drugs and alcohol were found in his system,” he informed them.

They looked at each other and looked away.

Mr. Loreson wasn’t surprised; that was what Vince was great at.

“If this report goes out, the public is going to conclude that Vince was high on drugs and alcohol, which could actually lead anyone into killing himself. In court, it could be dismissed as erratic and irrational,” the detective explained extensively.

Mrs. Loreson’s shoulders sagged.

“Well, it’s a good thing no one is going to see or hear of this bloody report that is going to tarnish his image,” Mr. Loreson said.

“And the gunshot?” Mrs. Loreson asked.

“Actually, Vince didn’t kill himself,” the doctor responded, much to their relief. “According to the autopsy, someone else also held the gun, but I am a little confused as to why the fingerprint isn’t showing clearly,” he added worriedly.

“How do you mean?” Mr. Loreson asked.

“It is a whole long line of medical explanation, but from all indications, I think you have the wrong person in custody,” he added.

Mr. Loreson looked at the detective and said, “None of this matters. Nesse is responsible, and that is final.”

The living room was thick with dread at Mr. Loreson’s declaration.