A Case of Mistaken Identity
Their dad gave them a kiss as he set off for his early shift at work. He went to the bathroom where he routinely splashed water on his face trying to get rid of the cobwebs of tiredness. Then he got into his car that started with a roar and began his journey to Shannon Airport. His small quaint house began to quickly disappear in the rear view mirror as he drove down his long driveway. Tom was a detective and had a crime to solve down in Cork.
When Tom reached the airport he went through the regular check - ins and security stops until he was settled on the helicopter. The flight was very pleasant, no unexpected turbulence. Tom and the pilot exchanged a few ...view middle of the document...
Ann went for a shower and then she brushed through her tangled, damp hair while looking sadly in the mirror. Then their was a faint knock on the front door quickly snapping her back to reality. She got changed in record time and hurried down the stairs to answer the door. A well dressed middle aged man greeted her. Uninvited he stepped inside. He flashed a quick glance at Ann, his face held nothing but pure sadness. Ann looked at the floor, she knew it was bad news. She made a sign for the girls to go to their rooms.
The well dressed man caught Ann’s eye as she was looking nervously around the room. He explained that the pilot who was driving her husband’s helicopter was actually a former suspect in one of Tom’s cases and that Tom had found the main evidence that sentenced him to ten years in prison. He stated reluctantly that they had found a letter sent the day before the crash. The letter had read, “ Tom had this coming to him and I would sacrifice my own life to know that Tom suffered”. Ann dropped to the floor sobbing her heart out. The man coughed breaking the awkward tension that had formed between them. The man told her reassuringly that nobody could have survived that crash, that the pilot who wrote this note had died and there is nothing to worry about. Ann never told the kids about this as they would never sleep a wink after such a frightening story.
As the year moved on, this thought slowly but surely slipped her mind. Everything was getting back to normal again. One day Ann was searching aimlessly through the junk mail when she came across an advertisement for a gardener. She dialled his number and booked him for twice a fortnight. The gardener was big, like a weight lifter with tanned skin and dark, neatly cut hair. He only had one imperfection, it was a very noticeable scar above his right eyebrow.
As the year progressed, Ann found herself becoming attracted to the gardener. She started going on dinner dates with him and soon after he was a member of the household. This was due to the fact that his house was being refurnished and Ann offered him a place to stay. Ann made it clear to him that he was in the house as a guest and not as a boyfriend. He slept upstairs in the spare bedroom. It had a wooden floor, light green walls, a peaked ceiling and yellow lace curtains around the window. There wasn’t much furniture, just a double bed and a desk. On the desk there was a computer with the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack.
It had been a few months since Danny moved in. He always had something for Ann. If it wasn’t flowers, it would be chocolate and if it wasn’t chocolate it would be jewellery. He played football with Emily and stayed well away from Grainne who just didn’t want to be disturbed. Grainne loved being alone, not having to smile and look pleasant, a relief to look dejectedly out the window at the bucketing rain. Danny was like the father figure in the household.
Ann started to...