This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racism, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
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Part 1 - Prologue
2:30pm, Friday, March 26th. The Police SUV tore down University Avenue, its LED blue lights brightly blazing and its siren wailing. Driving at dangerously high speeds through the early afternoon traffic was TCPD Lt. Commander Teresa Croyle.
Northbound traffic on University Avenue barely stopped in time as Teresa tore across the lanes and hurtled onto the drive up to University Hospital. She parked in the 'Authorized Vehicles Only' lot behind the Hospital on the north (left) side, then hurried into the Hospital through the Emergency Room doors.
Being in uniform, and being well-known as a Hospital Board member as well as the TCPD's most decorated Officer, she was not stopped as she ran past the security officers at the entrance. She ran down the main hallway and to the stairwell, eschewing the elevators as she punched in the keycode to access the stairs.
Being in excellent shape, she was only a little bit winded as she came out of the stairwell onto the sixth floor of the Hospital's south side. It was part of the Cancer Center. She saw Father Alberto Romano in front of the door to one of the rooms.
"You're in time." said Father Romano, who had called Teresa. "She refused to be sedated until she could talk to you."
"Thank you, Father." Teresa said. "And thank you for calling me."
"Brace yourself, Commander." Father Alberto said as he partially blocked the door. "I've just given her the Last Rites."
Teresa nodded and Father Romano let her pass into the room, then went in behind her. As they went in, something scurried under them. Teresa saw that it was the Hospital's legendary Death Cat, and she knew what that meant.
Inside the room, lying in the hospital bed, was Alice, the teenaged virtuoso violinist whose cancer had returned from remission to lay its inexorable claim to her life. On the sofa at the side of the room were her forlorn parents. And in a chair next to them was Alice's teacher, Dr. Wolfgang Strauss, 'The Maestro', with tears running down the sharp features of his Teutonic face.
Teresa came up to Alice's right arm and hand as the Death Cat jumped on the bedside table next to her. She took Alice's hand, and the girl opened her eyes.
"Hello, Teresa." Alice said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad you came. I need you to do something for me."
"Sure." Teresa said, thinking Alice might want her to sing to her. Instead, Alice guided Teresa's hand to the violin case by her side.
"I need you... to take my violin..." Alice started.
"That's your Gagliano violin." Teresa said. "And I don't play. You should let Dr. Strauss have it back." The Gagliano violin, made in the 1700s, was worth over $200,000, and the quality of the sounds it had made as Alice had played it made one believe it was worth a lot more. The Maestro had given it to Alice a few years before.
"I told him..." Alice said, "... that you would find the right person for it, someone worthy of it." Then she said "Don't you see, Teresa? I'll be gone...
but the Music must go on!
"
The words seemed to sear into Teresa's very soul. She looked over at Alice's parents and Dr. Strauss, who all nodded for Teresa to take the violin. "Okay." Teresa said. "I'll find someone worthy of it."
Alice smiled and said "Thank yoooo..." She seemed to relax, now that her final request had been made, and there was nothing else to fight to live for.
"Are you in pain? Do you need a sedative?" Teresa asked.
"Nooo. It doesn't hurt anymore." Alice whispered. She looked up at the Death Cat, who was watching her intently. "Hello, kitty." she said with a little smile on her face.
A moment later, Alice looked up at the ceiling and said "Teresa... do you hear that?"
"What's that?" Teresa asked.
"The music." Alice said. "It's beautiful... it's the most beautiful music I've ever heard..."
Teresa listened hard, and she thought she heard the sound of a wind chime playing in a blowing breeze. And then she looked down at Alice again, and saw that the girl's eyes had opaqued. She did not need to hear the monotone of the life-signs monitor to know that Alice had gone to join those playing the infinitely beautiful music...
"I'm so sorry for your loss." Teresa said to Alice's sobbing parents, her voice choking. She held up the violin in its case. "I'll take care of this, and find someone worthy of it... worthy of Alice."
"When you do," The Maestro said quietly, "send him or her to me." Teresa nodded, and left the family to their grief as they prayed with Father Romano.
His duty done, the Death Cat went into the hallway when Teresa opened the door, and disappeared around a corner. Tears were stinging Teresa's eyes as she trudged down the hallway, the sadness of life and death overwhelming her soul. And then she looked up...
...and saw the Iron Crowbar standing there, waiting for her.
"
Sumimasen
, sir." she said as she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"There's nothing to apologize for." I replied quietly. "I grieve with thee. Come on, let's go."
As we made our way to the parking lot, Teresa asked "Can we go to The Cabin, and put this in that underground space, which will be good for preserving it?"
"Sure." I said. We went to my Police SUV and I drove Teresa up the mountain to The Cabin. No one was at home at the time. Teresa went out onto the deck while I went into my office, opened the trap door into the wine cellar below, and then hid the violin in the hidden place carved out behind it.
Coming back out, I went onto the deck and sat down in the metal mesh loveseat next to Teresa, who was staring forward.
"I can't... I can't believe she's gone." Teresa said. "One minute, we're singing and playing in front of all those people at the Christmas concert. And then, in the blink of an eye... she's gone. All that talent, all that beautiful music... gone... no more."
A moment later she said "Just before she died, she said that she would be gone, but the Music must go on. But now... there's less of it. Less music."
I said "No. There's more.