She stammered; unsure of precisely what path revealing the truth would place her on. Survivalist by nature, glancing once more at the obvious carnage, Sawyer simply deferred to momentary silence.
Things of this sort did happen from time to time she thought… poured a drink from the cleared out bar, guzzled it down and flatly, without emotion, finally stated “Justice isn’t recognizable less you care to look past the blood I’d imagine.”
The state trooper shuffled his booted feet. Jarrod Hently wasn’t accustomed to baring witness to murder scenes…trepidation swept over his senses…
He rubbed his chin “I’ve two dead bodies here. Now you and I both know you’re responsible…can’t prove it just yet, take the coroners scalpel for that…you plan on saving the tax payers some time?”
Sawyer beamed. “Can’t say that I know of one person who could creep on in someone’s head and cause their brains to implode…you?”
“Your husband is a felon. This is his ex wife and her…what I’d assume love interest.”
“Your point?”
“Seems like you’d have motive. How exactly is it you’d know the manner of death?
Sawyer couldn’t help but allow a smile to pass her lips. “Brain matter mixed in with the exiting blood from said dead peoples noses, ears. Gross, truly.”
The trooper pondered the explanation for a bit “You’re new round these parts eh? Hadn’t seen you ‘fore now.”
“Then how did you know who I was married to?”
“I make it my business to know what’s what, especially when danger marries out of town.”
She giggled. “He threw himself under the bus for a troubled boy…do the same for your son I’d imagine?”
“His son is trash…makes me up for the belief that apples from that tree come about to be falling off as rotten…the lot of them.”
“Well… we’ve no plans to have children of our own so consider the orchard closed.” Sawyer winked to drive the point home.
She hadn’t meant to utilize the ‘gift’, not really. They had become beligerent with her and in the heat of exchange she could’ve sworn one or both had referred to her as a hateful, mean bitch. Possibly there was mention of a whore in that mix. Couldn’t be certain of that before she saw red and snuck quietly into the minds of those who’d see her upset. Hard to be cordial or manage civility when other’s just simply want to destroy that which they don’t understand…
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Sawyer
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