The evening with Jane and Phil has gone pretty much as I'd expected although discovering quite how kinky they both were was a surprise. It had come as a surprise to both of them too. It's amazing what people conceal in their heads and I wondered if the revelation that they shared complementary desires might help reinvigorate their marriage. Obviously only time would tell but Phil had discovered his wife loved sex with strangers and she had discovered he loved watching her have it. Judging by the noises I'd heard as I left they'd probably be a bit tired tomorrow.
It was still early so after a shower I put on a film on the tv, handily it was connected to Phil and Jane's satellite service, so I settled down to a couple of hours of suspending my brain with a cup of tea. Just as the main character had found the first body of the film my phone buzzed. Then it buzzed again. Two messages had arrived, which as a grand total of four people knew the number, must be some sort of record. In my life prior to the accident it would have been a bit odd too.
Looking at the phone the first message was somewhat unwelcome as it was from Sara, my wife, who I was planning to make a widow if I could work out a way of disappearing. I realised that would leave her with my life insurance and pension but I didn't think cash was ever going to be an issue for me again so she and the bloke she'd been having an affair with were welcome to it. I opened the message and read. "You need to be here in the morning, some policemen called and they want to interview you again."
"Fuck!" I exclaimed. I was hoping I'd have had a few more days to prepare but there wasn't anything I could do about it. "Ok, I'll be in an hour leave the back door open." I typed and hit send.
I opened the second message which was from Emma, the druggie I'd decided to help. "Feeling better, counted the money in the bag, you have just over £74,000 in there." Now that was much better news although I had the same issue as the drug dealers I'd stolen it from as there was no way I could just spend that amount of money. Once I had a new identity I would be able to open a bank account but various laws meant the banks would report deposits over a few thousand leaving me exposed to scrutiny. I'd have to think about that.
I replied to Emma, "That's not bad, keep a few hundred for any expenses and keep the bag shut. Glad you're feeling better. Do you need anything?"
A few seconds later a reply came through. "Not really, will you be coming anytime soon?"
I thought about it and decided if I could I should be able to go round that afternoon so sent, "Probably tomorrow, will let you know times later."
Well there wasn't any point in hanging around now so I collected some clothes together in a rucksack. Picked up my helmet and bike jacket and went to the door to Jane's kitchen. I went in and wrote a quick note explaining I wasn't likely to be around tomorrow and left for "my" bike. Riding round the streets at night was pleasant but being winter was bloody freezing and I was grateful when I got to the bus stop Jane had originally picked me up from. I rode the bike gingerly into the woodland, as road tyres and sports bike power don't mix well with mud, and parked the bike out of sight on its centre stand. A quick walk and through the gate in my garden then into the house and warmth.
Sara was sat watching tv when I came in and turned with a concerned look on her face which only slightly lessened when she realised it was me. She took in the bike jacket and helmet and said "Are you riding a bike again? You know I hate those things."
That rather pissed me off so I said evenly, "Your opinions of what I do or don't do no longer count. So don't bother mentioning it again." This was the thing with this new ability, she actually shut up. "Did the police give you a time for their visit tomorrow?" I asked
She turned her head to the side considering and replied, "I think they're coming around early morning, I did say you get quite tired quickly so that would be the best time."
That wasn't a bad idea of hers really so I smiled and replied. "Ok, that's good thinking." I thought for a moment longer but couldn't think of anything else to say to her and I didn't want to be in the same room so I just said. "I'm going to bed now, I'll sleep in the spare room, don't disturb me." Then left the front room and went to bed.
The next morning I woke early so that I had time to prepare for the visit. I didn't bother showering or shaving and picked out a crumpled grey track suit to wear. Anything that made it look like I was not in the best of health. I knew I could just make the interview go anyway I wanted but a prop can make the act easier. After checking my appearance in a mirror and a quick breakfast I joined Sara in the front room waiting. "So what are your plans with Richard then?" I asked neutrally.
She looked a bit startled but smiled back at me and said. "Well now that you and I will be separating we were thinking of moving in together."
I just nodded at this. To be honest I wasn't at all concerned and as soon as I could break ties with her I would without looking back. With my plans to fake my death she'd get the house but there no point in being vindictive. Just a few days of exploration of my ability and I'd had more fun than I'd had in years. "Seems reasonable, don't worry I'm not going to stand in your way or make life difficult. We can go for a 50:50 split on the divorce and just do it without any dirty laundry being dragged up." I'd decided I wasn't going to let her know anything about my future plans in case my control of her wore off without me being around.
She beamed at the idea of a amicable split but before she could reply the door bell rang. "That'll be the police, I'll let them in for you."
I sat back and tried my best to look like someone needing gentle handling because of illness. I suspect it wasn't that effect but I thought I'd give it a go. Again the police officers who came in looked more like soldiers in suits and I doubted they spent much time chasing local car thieves. But I waited to find out what was going on.
They introduced themselves as detective inspectors which rather indicated how seriously this was being taken. I insisted on shaking their hands and was rewarded with the reassurance I could make any difficulty go away. I was led once again through the incident as they called it and many notes were taken.
After they finished reliving the incident with me the older DI asked. "Do you have any questions or anything you haven't mentioned so far?"
"I'm afraid not, but both of you can help me with something by answering honestly , are you recording this?" I asked.
"No, we're not recording." The older DI replied.