Law School Murders: Transformative and Revelatory
Kim gets a windfall.
Each figure motivated Kim. Her smartphone showed numbers in the seven figures. She didn’t ask for an advance, so all the money she kept from book sales. Talks about a movie surfaced in meetings about her and the material.
She purchased the Goulding. It looked pristine. The outside looked grayish blue and the curves resembled the body of a dolphin. She ensured that it came equipped with cameras to sense and identify whether a threat was possible.
She drove in the direction of her walk-up with confidence. A glowing sense of self-assuredness engulfed her soul as the gears shifted in this new roadster. She received a call from Brenda.
“Are you sitting down?”
“Yes….”
“They’re going to want you on the witness stand.”
Kim’s heart sank. A coldness now wrapped around her mind and she felt like she was going to lose control. She quickly regained a sense of centeredness.
“Okay. I’ll do that,” she told Brenda.
“I’m sorry you even have to go through this again, but it’s at the crux of the case. You were the last person he spoke to so your words carry weight.”
“Got it.”
“Again, sorry for having to put you through this again.”
“Yeah.”
“Take care of yourself, Kim.”
“Bye.”
She continued to switch gears in her blue-gray vehicle. She reached her house. After going through mail, mostly junk, she checked her phone. She pulled up the email and looked at the information Brenda was talking about. She deleted the rest.
A newly minted millionaire, she felt as if she were somehow low. There was an angst in her. She recalled her childhood where she felt the pangs of what it was like to be a spoiled brat. She had no curfew, started dating at fourteen the sixteen-year-old boys, and just finding whatever she could get into and experience. She had a small crew that she was the leader of who made the decisions.
Now, she stood in her kitchen with more money than she had seen at some drug busts. And she would have to take the stand once more. In her mind, she pictured herself pointing at Chris saying, “It was him. It was him!”
The phantasm ran away from her thoughts. Her finances came into view once more. She decided to pay off three credit cards and pay off the walk-up. Yet, she kept picturing herself on the stand, taking the oath, and speaking against this murderer. She didn’t have a problem with the latter. She knew that he had killed his frat brothers.
In the middle of all this fuss, she recalled her path to professorship. In the ways that she had won against the odds, she relished the peace she found in herself. The latest news couldn’t contend with her brand new lease on life.
Immediately she saw the past few years as transformative and revelatory. It was simple, still. What happened to her was unique. She carved out a place in historical documents as well as tabloids. She teetered on the road to fame and fortune as gracefully as she knew how.
With the money and celebrity, she had in mind the difference between the Marine, detective, and professor and now published author. She wondered who would play her in the movie. All of this was reverie to distract her from the truth. She would have to go to court again and tell the facts of a case she wished she didn’t have to deal with…again.
The fighter in her was way more accomplished than all the other titles. She knew this. Her phone rang. It was Yawquisha.
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