The Titan War God Returns

Even In Death

When they arrived at the station, Nesse was ushered out of the car and led into the station, straight to the office of the detective.

She really hated to be in this situation, but as long as she was innocent, she really had nothing to be worried about.

“Have your seat, ma’am,” one of the officers said.

Nesse sat down and waited. She didn’t like being kept waiting, but she didn’t have any choice at the moment. Her mind drifted back to the check she had received a while back in her office from this unknown person.

And then it drifted to Vince Loreson and she shivered a little.

They had never really gotten along, and for some reason, Nesse couldn’t tell why. She just knew that Vince had been giving her cold shoulders and had attempted to antagonize her for a while. That was years ago, and she felt that it would have stopped, but even with their families trying to bring them together, it still didn’t stop.

And over the years, Nesse had grown to match ever hatred for hatred, and vile for vile, and antagonism for antagonism.

She knew how harsh the business world was, and she determined that she would never let anything or anyone to crush her, including Vince.

Now, thinking about the fact that he was dead and gone, a tiny, almost nonexistent part of Nesse had wished that she had tried to get along with him.

“And now, even in death, he has succeeded in creating problems for me,” Nesse muttered to herself as she waited. “You will never give it a rest, Vince, will you?” She asked, her voice floating into the air and possibly taking that question to wherever Vince might be now.

When the door opened and the detective walked in, Nesse was almost losing her patience.

“Nesse,” he said so casually that it almost made Nesse nauseated.

She had worked too hard to let anyone get too formal and casual with her, especially when she knew that if it was a man who was sitting in her position right now, he would be treated with more respect, especially from a sour looking man like the detective.

“Miss Nesse,” Nesse stated coldly.

“Pardon?” He asked as though he had some issues with his hearing, but Nesse knew that he didn’t.

“You will address me as Miss Nesse,” Nesse stressed.

He looked at Nesse, as though saying with his eyes that he couldn’t believe that of all things to be worried about, Nesse chose a method of addressing her.

“Weren’t you divorced recently?” He asked Nesse.

Nesse stared at him; something close to a cold glare and she became angry with Vince for putting her in this situation to be disrespected.

“He could have just stayed the hell alive, but no, anything to make my life a living hell,” Nesse complained internally.

She really wished that she could take out this frustration on him in person. It was always better that way, and definitely more fulfilling.

“What has that got to do with why I was brought here?” Nesse asked him without flinching.

“You see to have some kind of nerves, Miss Nesse,” he said with a tone of displeasure.

“Too bad you haven’t heard enough about me,” Nesse responded.

As long as she did not have a hand in Vince’s death, she would not be cowering any form of accusation, especially the one as bad as a murder. The detective was already trying to fish out what he could get from silly questions and deep, piercing gaze, but Nesse was ready for him.

“Why did you and your husband get divorced?” He asked.

“I still don’t know what this has to do with anything,” Nesse retorted.

“Well, a man just got killed, Miss Nesse,” he said, deliberately slurring his words as he called Nesse’s name just to mock and spite her.

Nesse knew that she didn’t have to be dealing with this, but for the sake of paying last respects, she just felt that she should, but the detective was growing increasingly unreasonable and she was getting close to her wit’s end.

“He was brutally shot on the head and left to die in his own pool of blood, and while everyone was panicking and trying to figure out what was going on, guess who was the first to take off? You, Miss Nesse,” he stated.

One more slurring of her name in that manner and Nesse would pluck his eyes out with her manicured nails. 

She would have felt the shivers of Vince’s death being mentioned again, but the detective had succeeded in destroying the drop of sympathy left in her. Now, she only just stared at him with anger and hatred.

He was wasting her time.

“I went to my company because an emergency came up,” Nesse responded tautly.

“Perfect timing, isn’t it?” The detective asked sarcastically.

“Excuse me?” Nesse was almost losing it with this man.

“It’s called an alibi, Miss Nesse,” he retorted. “And the Loreson’s are not just grieving, but they are seeking vengeance,” he added.

“I didn’t kill their son,” Nesse stated firmly. “You can check my phone for the call, and even try to get a hang of the conversation I had with my secretary,” Nesse added.

“The Loreson’s don’t care for any of this, Miss Nesse,” he continued. “They are suing for manslaughter, and they are going really hard. I would advise a lawyer, but I doubt that even the best in the city would be able to save you right now,” he finished with a smirk on his face.

For a split second, Nesse wondered if she had had any problems with him before this incident happened.

“I didn’t kill Vince Loreson. How could I possibly do that as a woman?” Nesse asked, her patience running thin.

“A bar watched a woman effortlessly snuff life out of a man,” the detective said.

“And your point is?” Nesse asked with irritation.

She really wanted to get home and get out of these clothes that would forever remind her of the damn party that turned into Vince’s funeral.

“If you know anything that is going to save you, now is the time to say it,” the detective said. “Whatever you might have noticed in the party…” he stretched.

And Nesse remembered the stranger that asked about Vince’s whereabouts.