His Silence : His Silence - Chapter 75 by Jacob1395 |
Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of language.
There’s a shimmer of mist outside when I head to the annexe, bathed in the silver glow of the moonlight. The cold creeps beneath my clothes. I hug my arms to my chest. We’re supposed to be heading into July and yet it feels like we’re in winter. I’d darted into the living room after finishing the washing up but couldn’t find Callum. I asked Abigail where they were and she’d said he and Mary were having a chat, like it was no big deal. Mary’s probably planting more ideas into Callum’s head. The sound of the willow tree whistling fills up the air around me. I yank open the annexe door and step inside. There’s no sound coming from Oliver’s room. I head straight into mine, and push the door shut behind me. The bloods still there on the carpet, of course it would be. My phone bleeps in my pocket. I pull it out. It’s Max. From: Max Hardy To: Danielle Olsen Date: 25th June 2024 at 21:30 Subject: Oliver Adams Hi Danielle, Sorry for taking the time to get back to you. This is what the archive centre managed to find, I had to pay extra for an express turnaround. There are few newspaper articles about the crash Oliver was involved in, some of which make for some interesting reading. Anyway, I hope this is what you’re looking for. He’s actually found something. I click on the first link he’s sent me. It’s a PDF. The date at the top of the article is the 29th November 1990. I begin to read. Yesterday evening on the 28th November 1990 at 10 pm a young woman in her early thirties, was pronounced dead at the scene, following a horrific car crash on Marine Parade. No other vehicle was involved. Another person, also in the same car as the woman, was injured, but it is not believed their injuries are life threatening. An investigation is ongoing and the road remains closed. This would’ve been in a small section of the newspaper. There’s no wonder it wasn’t uploaded online. I turn to the next article, fingers trembling. It’s from a week after the date of the crash. VIGIL HELD FOR SANDRA ADAMS Last night at 10pm, at approximately the same time a car accident took place on the 28th November, a vigil was held for Sandra Adams, who sadly passed away at the scene. Sandra was a well-known and well-liked figure in the community, often helping out at the local food bank. She also had a part time job at St Francis Hospice. More than one hundred people attended the vigil, which was led by the Reverend Thomas Smith of St. Clement’s Church and Sandra’s husband, Oliver, who she only married two years ago. Supporting Oliver was his half-brother Gavin Burns. My hearts banging. Gavin Burns. There’s a black and white photograph of the vigil at the bottom of the page. I recognise Oliver straight away. He hasn’t changed much in the years since. Beside him there’s another person standing, hands clasped together in front of him, eyes glancing to his left at Oliver. No, it can’t be. I continue to stare at the image. It’s . . . Jesus Christ, it’s Ian. Gavin is Ian Jones.
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