Welcome! Today I’m featuring the 3rd and 4th installments of Murder She Wrote, which will mark the end of the series. If you have not read Part 1 or Part 2 of the series I recommend you do that first before reading today’s post. Enjoy and don’t forget to leave some comment love.
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“Jessica, what took place between Adrianna and me happened a long time ago, before I met you,” explained Mason.
“I know. It’s just that she said so many horrible things. She said you will never be as happy with me as you were with her.” Jessica’s expression was full of concern.
“And you believed her?” He caressed her face. “We dated a couple of times. After the first date, I knew she wasn’t for me. I went on a second and third date because I felt sorry for her. You see, she thought much more of our few dates than I did. I finally had to break it off. It was kind of a nightmare, really.” He reached over and kissed her.
“Nevertheless, you should have told me,” Jessica said, pouting.
“It was so long ago and of such little importance that it didn’t occur to me to tell you. I’m sorry.”
Jessica smiled faintly. “I forgive you.”
“I love you. There’s no one else. That’s why I asked you to be my wife.” He pulled her toward him and embraced her. Jessica grinned. Her ‘happy ever after’ was safe again.
“I have to get going,” said Mason, beaming. “There are a few things I need to take care of, but I’ll be back early afternoon, and we’ll spend the rest of the day…and night together.” Jessica nodded, let him go and watched him exit her house.
She eyed her phone on the coffee table. She picked it up.
“Siri, am I going to be happy?”
“I can’t say,” responded Siri.
“I can’t say.”
“Siri, I hate you!” Jessica shouted into the phone. “I’m going to throw you in the furnace and get a new phone, because you suck!”
“I will try to do better,” said Siri.
“It’s too late, Siri!”
“You will be happily married to Mason Richmond,” said Siri.
“What?” Jessica stared at her phone. “What did you say?”
“I can’t answer that,” said Siri.
“I don’t know how to respond to that,” said Siri.
“I’m afraid that can’t be,” replied Siri.
“Just shut up!”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Am I in danger from Adrianna?”
“Yes, you are in danger—but not from Adrianna.”
“Do you know of anyone who would want to harm your girlfriend?” asked the detective. “Sir?”
Mason could not take his red, swollen eyes off Jessica’s corpse. “Um, yeah, actually. There’s this girl…” his eyes kept drifting back to Jessica. He broke down again.
“Sir, I’m sorry. We need your help to figure out what happened here,” insisted the cop. “What girl are you referring to?”
“It’s someone I dated a few times before I met Jessica. Her name is Adrianna. She threatened my fiancée, and she hasn’t been seen since.”
“When did this happen?”
“About a week and a half ago.”
“What did this Adrianna threaten your girlfriend with?”
“They argued, and she told Jessica that she would be sorry. Jessica told me that her words, tone of voice and facial expression gave her chills up and down her spine.”
“Cause of death is by electrocution,” interjected the coroner on the scene.
“What?” asked Mason. He jumped to his feet and stared wide-eyed at the coroner, a flood of questions causing his brows to knit together tightly.
The coroner explained, “The young lady died of a current of electricity whose path included the heart, which caused fibrillation and damage via burns, as well as cellular damage.”
Mason’s knees buckled and he fell. The detective and coroner moved quickly to aid him.
“How did this happen?” he croaked. “What electrocuted her?”
“I suspect it was her phone. She was still holding it in her left hand, and there is a burn mark on her left forefinger. I suspect it was the current’s point of entry. I am truly sorry,” said the coroner as he left the scene.
“I need to see the phone,” said Mason in a wobbly voice.
“I’m sure by now the forensics people have collected it for evidence,” explained the detective.
“I just need to see it, please,” begged Mason.
“We’re ready to take the body,” announced the removal service guy. The detective nodded. Mason froze and stared at Jessica’s body, which was covered in a white sheet. Suddenly, her left arm fell from under the sheet. He saw her finger. It was grotesque. Black and bulbous. Mason hunched over and retched repeatedly.
“Are you going to be alright?” asked the officer.
“I need to see her phone! Please, I just want to see it. I won’t touch it.”
The detective sighed deeply and took Mason over to the evidence table. He asked one of the forensic officers to show him Jessica’s phone. The officer searched and found the bagged iPhone. The phone seemed to be stuck on a certain screen.
“The phone still works?” asked Mason.
“No. However, we haven’t been able to change the screen or turn it off.”
“What does the screen say?”
“I don’t know. Didn’t read it. It’s probably just a glitch from when the electric charge was released.”
“May I take a closer look at it?” asked Mason. The forensic investigator gave him the bag with the phone.
“You can look at it, but don’t remove the phone from the bag,” said the investigator as he walked away.
“I won’t!” yelled Mason after him. His hands were trembling. He brought the bag closer. The screen kept flashing. There was a message on the screen. He read it out loud.
“If I must go, then I will take you with me, Jessica!”
Mason’s heart beat rapidly and thumped hard against his chest. His breathing became quick and shallow. He looked around. Everyone was busily attending to their work. He closed his eyes tightly, believing his weary mind was playing tricks on him. He looked at the flashing screen again.
“If I must go, then I will take you with me, Jessica!”
Mason almost dropped the phone. He couldn’t stop staring at the flashing message. Suddenly, the screen stopped flashing.
“Goodbye, Mason!” said Siri.
The screen went black. Mason flinched, and this time the bag did fall from his hand. Luckily, it landed on the evidence table. Mason’s eyes flickered in every direction. No one had seen anything. He inched away. He couldn’t take his eyes away from the iPhone. He bumped into his dead fiancé’s couch. He plopped on it. He rubbed his neck finding it hard to swallow. He continued to gawk in the direction of the evidence table. He could hear the thumping of his heart in his ears. “Did that really happen?” Trembling he attempted to figure out what this all meant.