I was still concerned about what I had just witnessed. Had Mr Mordecai just dug up that body me and Therese found? I couldn’t resist. I had to find out. I carefully opened the patio doors from the kitchen to the barbeque patio, picking up a torch along the way. Therese hadn’t filled up the hole completely, just covered it, so I decided that I would re-dig it up and see if I could still find the body. This took about ten minutes, although it felt like an hour. Then the moment of truth…the body wasn’t there anymore.
Several thoughts passed through my head. Was the body there in the first place? Was it even a body? Then I came to the imminent conclusion that Mr Mordecai had dug up the dead body. I covered the hole with one of Tyler’s play mats and turned to walk back towards the house, but I saw Mr Mordecai had left his back door open. I clambered over the fence and walked towards the door. I reached the door and stopped. What was I doing? It was illegal but I had to. I crept through the door into the kitchen and descended the stairs into the cellar. At the bottom of the stairs the door was locked, but the keys were in the lock. I knew Mr Mordecai lived alone, so I entered. I looked around and everything seemed normal, until I saw an outline of a large rectangle, sort of carved into the wall. I investigated it further. I crouched down and pushed the shape. It fell through to the other side of the wall and revealed a very disturbing sight. Concealed behind the wall was a body less head a large blood-stained carving knife and a picture, identical to the one the police showed us. Mr Mordecai was a murderer. Then I heard the front door slam.
I panicked. I grabbed the knife and crept hurriedly up the stairs. I stopped. Mr Mordecai was directly in front of me facing the back door. I lunged at him with the knife. It pierced the back of his head. I withdrew the knife and did it again, I couldn’t stop. Blood wash splashing everywhere. He was a vile murderer, he deserved it all. My clothes were soaked in his blood. I leapt over his dying body and out of the back door I crashed into a clothes line. It rendered me unconscious, and I woke up under police guard in the hospital the next day.
“Is that all” the prosecutor asked. I replied with a simple nod. The judge then spoke in a commanding voice “I now ask the jury to leave and return with a verdict of guilty on the following charges; two counts of murder in the first degree and conspiracy to pervert the course of justice.” The jury returned. ”Has the jury reached a unanimous verdict?” the judge asked. “Yes” the foreman replied abruptly “we find the defendant guilty on all charges.” “Thank you” the judge replied. “I sentence the defendant to life imprisonment and she must serve a minimum of thirty years.” That was when it hit me. I would spend the next thirty years of my life at her majesty’s pleasure. Dreams of being a vet… gone. And here I am, three years gone, twenty-seven to go.