Amongst Death
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Angela Summers works with the dead and socializes with the living in attempt to find the ideal life she heard about growing up. She follows the rules her parents enstilled in her mind very well.
When the reclusive Nicholas Payne manages to steal her attention as work becomes complicated by a serial killer, Angela begins thinking in new ways. Her struggle soon becomes keeping her work a concentration rather than him. Yet, she is sure she can manage it.
When his private life enters into her work, she is unsure if anything is real nor what she really desires.
R. Gayle Hawkins
R. Gayle Hawkins began her writing career in 2014 after disablement from Multiple Sclerosis. As a child, she often thought of writing, but life kept her from it. She lives in Ohio.
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Amongst Death - R. Gayle Hawkins
Prologue
UNDER NIGHT SKY AMONG various trees, David Childers slowly walks down a trail. He cautiously looks around to make sure no one is watching. He learned long ago the biggest mistake he can make is allowing others to see him.
He fastens his jacket as a cool wind crosses over him. He hates this kind of weather. However, he must admit it works to his advantage. Less people desire to be out and about, which allows less people to see him. As well as, the colder the weather, the easier to convince his choice to go inside somewhere, which is where the fun begins.
In the distance, he sees someone walking towards him. Style of dress insinuates a person of male nature, but he knows how that can be deceiving. Oh, he just prays it is the boy he chose. He doubts anyone else walks the trail at this late hour. Yet, there are those odd people.
A gust of wind rushes over him. He shivers uncontrollably. Oh, he really wants this person to be his choice. The cold air is getting too difficult to tolerate even for a man searching for a desire. Thankfully, the distance between him and the person walking is breaking away. The cold may find itself alone if this is his choice. David cannot see the face. However, the body does attract his attention and his choice did state he works on building his body.
As they walk within yards of one another, David realizes it is not his choice. It is a man. His choice isn’t a man’s age. While he finds him attractive, he refuses to lower his standards. He works too hard at making a choice.
Wonderful night, isn’t it?
inquires the stranger as they shorten the distance in between them even more.
David rolls his eyes. He does not desire to chat with anyone. However, perhaps a quick reply will keep him on his way.
Yes, but a bit cold.
David picks up pace a slight bit so he can end this conversation quickly. He looks at the ground as they pass one another. Less attention he gives him, the more he shall realize David is not interested in conversation.
Are you here to meet someone?
David stops and quickly turns towards the man. This man obviously wants information. Yet, he wonders why rather than wondering who the man is. He fears he faces confrontation from one of those hate groups. He doubts a police officer would ask him if he was meeting someone because he would have the option to say no.
Let me guess, your name is Steven. I take it you and your organization has worked to dupe the so called
predator. I hate to tell you, but your false identity is safety to no one. Besides, I do not force any of these young boys to do anything they do not desire.
states David.
As the man slowly walks towards him, he wonders if he should run for safety. The man does not look ominous. Yet, David feels he should fear him.
You lie about your actions. The footage is posted for all to see. Do you not feel remorse over their tears? Does the begging for it to stop not touch your soul in any way? Once your triumphant, why do you post the videos? Is it to show your dominance? Or, to keep them your prisoner?
David’s fists tighten as the man moves closer. He wonders how many of the videos this man has seen. Does he know one of the choices and attempts revenge? Obviously, this man does not enjoy the same things as he. So, best to part ways and find safety.
I do not know what you are talking about! I do not watch the videos you are talking about. You are the only sick person here.
shouts David as he turns to leave.
Once David takes a step to depart, the man raises a billy club and smashes it against David’s head. He watches David fall to the ground. As he stands over him, he wishes he could simply slit his throat and be done with him. However, it would defeat the purpose. The message needs heard by all. And, with this body, it shall be heard.
Chapter 1
ANGELA SUMMERS LOOKS around her locker to make sure she has all she needs. After a day with dead bodies and no communication other than her own dictation, she does not desire to return because a forgetful item demands so.
She shuts the locker and grabs her bag off the bench. After walking out of the room, she notices Winston hard at work typing the transcripts. Her loyal lunch companion was not there today, but she understands a doctor’s appointment is more important than a talkative lunch. Angela walks over and knocks on the desk as she smiles. Winston takes off her headphones after pushing pause.
I just wanted to tell you I emailed the audio file for the autopsy the police are waiting on. I know there is a high demand for it.
Winston nods and asks, How did he die?
Do not tell anyone!
sternly states Angela. They were wrong in assuming the head trauma killed him. There was digestion of bleach as well as an injection of some sort. The chemical lab will need to answer what the injection involved. I already sent blood samples off for testing.
Winston cringes with repulsion. For typing autopsy dictation, one would think her stomache was a bit stronger. Angela giggles.
So, we have a murderer in the area. I will be sure to lock my doors and scout for a dog.
Winston prepares to return her headphones to her ears. She stops suddenly and states, I almost forgot to tell you...
Angela feels a pinch on the middle of her back. She quickly turns to see who it is.
Addie, why are you here? I am going home. Is it not more practical to hunt me down there?
Addison takes a quick bow and states, Yes, my queen. However, with the task I shall request, I did not desire to allow a moment of missing you or you ignoring me at your door.
Angela gazes back at Winston. She feels she needs a breather prior to replying. Addison is always so dramatic and she is not sure what he desires her to do. Her luck with him has her attending some event with him and the guy he is interested in. She truly enjoys the events he takes her to, but she always goes home alone after Addison and said attraction depart for his home.
Addie, why do you not simply ask the gentleman for a date?
Addie’s mouth drops in shock. After gasping, he states, My queen, I do not know whom you speak of. I simply am required to attend a fundraising event for children with incarcerated parents. As you know, I refuse to go alone.
Winston injects, I think I heard of the event. Isn’t it always held at that large estate outside of town?
Addison looks at Winston and states, Considering it is the first event of its kind in our area, it has not always been held. However, it shall be held there, which means many of us will finally obtain an identity to the man who owns it. If ever there was an antisocial man in existence, it is definitely him.
Angela shakes her head in disbelief. She is sure the event is very charitable. However, the man holding it is probably in his nineties, which is the reason Addie doesn’t know him.
Addie, are you telling me I should attend this event because I may meet my future husband that owns a large estate?
jokes Angela.
If that is so, I want to go as well. Perhaps, he can keep me safe from our murderer.
laughs Winston.
Ladies, you joke about attending. However, from what I hear, the owner is in his thirties and does not have a spouse or recognizable attachment. Unfortunately, I am unable to find out his sexual preferences. He moved away in his teens and is just now returning. According to our town’s lifers, he wasn’t sociable back then because his parents did not allow it.
Angela and Winston look at one another in curiosity. Angela wonders if she should actually take the event seriously. She cannot remember when her last date was, but it definitely did not spike curiosity such as this.
When is the event?
This Saturday at eight. I shall pick you up. Dress to impress as you know I shall.
Angela nods in agreement and then motions her eyes towards Winston in hope he will invite her as well.
Oh, Winston, I am sorry to not invite you as well. However, I feel it would create confusion. If people do not find it confusing I brought two women, then they shall truly become confused on which of is Winston and which is Addie.
Angela shakes her head as Winston bursts into laughter.
Winston replies, Do not worry. I shall be looking for a dog, which means I have my Saturday night planned. Generally harder to grant attention to a man when you have an obedient canine willing listen to you.
Oh, honey, don’t I know it!
replies Addison as he waves and walks away.
Angela shakes her head in disbelief. The night shall be entertaining, but she does not know if she should attend. She hates giving false hope to anyone and some people simply cannot understand she is in now way attracted to them. Perhaps an evening with a dog would be better.
Chapter 2
NICHOLAS PAYNE WALKS down the marble steps and sees heads turn his direction. He takes a deep breathe and prays its the Armani suit gaining their attention.
At the bottom of the steps, he watches the event staff continue working. He exhales as calmness rushes over his body. He knows all of these people will depart his life once the event is over, but he is still uneasy about their arrival. He is creating the biggest viewing of his personal space, which was never allowed in the past. Mom and dad made it perfectly clear long ago that in order for them to survive personal space must have security from everyone else.
He shakes his head to cast away the memory of his parents and begins walking towards the ballroom. The term ballroom seems so odd for him to state. Yes, it is a ballroom by Victorian standards. However, he cannot ever imagine a ball taking place. At least not by him. He doubts the room will ever see much of him after this event is over.
Mr. Payne, I would like to introduce you to my assistant, Victoria.
Nicholas quickly turns to his right and sees the event planner with some girl. He offers his hand and states, Hello, I was just looking at the layout.
The short blond hair Victoria replies, No, trouble at all. They are setting up just as you desired. However, I wanted to talk to you about a possible enhancement.
Nicholas simply nods and waits for her reply.
I feel you may be able to increase donations through visualization. I would like to print images in large sizes and secure them to the railing on the second floor. When attendees enter into your beautiful home, they will look around. With the images available in the foyer, people will remember they are here for the event and not admiration of your home.
Very good reminder to keep in the heads. However, what images do you intend to use?
questions Nicholas.
Victoria’s smile widens and she states, I did some searching and found photos of kids that can legally be used. Nothing showing high monetary establishment nor racially barring.
Nicholas looks away to keep her from seeing his anger. The whole concept wars with all he is and was.
He looks back at them and states, I am sure the images are wonderful. However, we will not use them for I refuse to exploit images of children for gain.
A look of amazement washes across Victoria’s face and she states, The images are in no way exploitation. Simple images of kids at a park or shooting hoops.
Nicholas looks her directly in the eyes and states, So, in other words, images children of incarcerated parents often do not see. You prove my point against them. The fundraiser is established to assist a child with an incarcerated parent. I understand you feel the images will suffice. However, such children suffer from greater things. I established the organization to assist the kids with school demands, such as student fees, lunches, sports or musical instruments, and necessities, such as bus passes, transportation to visitation, clothes or medical care. These kids have a lot more on their mind than the park or playing ball and it is us who needs to recognize who they are and how we can help them.
Victoria looks to her boss for assistance. Done with the frustration, Nicholas states, Please excuse me, I am on my way to a meeting.
He does not wait for a reply and begins walking towards the kitchen. He knows he was harsh with her, but she brought it on herself. Pushing open the kitchen door and entering, Nicholas sees two men in conversation.
Pardon me, are you supposed to be here?
Both men turn to him. The taller one holds out his hand as he states, Yes, Mr. Payne. We have not met until now. I am Mikale, the chef catering your event. Next, to me, is my assistant, Jamal. We simply came to look over the kitchen and plan our operation.
Nicholas smiles and shakes their hands.
I am so sorry for being so harsh on questioning. All these people moving around my home is stressful. I hope the kitchen meets your needs.
Yes, sir. I do not see any possible issues other than the serving staff, which was hired by your event planner. We will do our job and they simply need to do theirs.
Understandable, now I shall pray they do.
jokes Nicholas with a grimace.
The men laugh together.
Please excuse me, I am running behind on a meeting with a realtor. And, advance warning, make sure you place everything were it was prior to departure or my chef will take his anger out on me. After I demanded he turn his kitchen over to you and speak at the event, my quality of food diminished slightly. I hate to think of what may happen if his kitchen becomes disorganized and below his standards.
Mikale smiles wide and states, You need not worry. I am well aware of Peter’s demands of kitchen items. When we were locked up together, there was many a night I thought about a shank because of his wrath. Thankfully, the good Lord convinced me it would be wrong.
Nicholas laughs and continues walking to the door. Upon exiting, he looks around and thankfully sees no one. He heads towards the garage. He has not decided upon which car he will drive to the realtor’s showing, but he believes it really does not matter. After all his spending on buildings, the realtor does not doubt his wealth.
Chapter 3
ANGELA LOOKS AROUND the ballroom as Addie assists her with her seat. She is glad she chose to wear her Versace gown. She only owns one, but she feels comfortable choosing it for the occasion. Between the ambiance of the large Victorian mansion and the choice of dress of others, she feels in tune with all around her.
The town’s elite are in attendance. Addie explained some of the faces within the room, which made her question how he was invited. Yes, the newspaper wishes him to do a story on the event. However, the newspaper also employees writers more familiar with this crowd. Either the newspaper attempts to use Addie’s odd perception in the piece or the event holder is hated by someone.
She takes her napkin off her plate and places it across her lap.
The explanation of event operation I heard is we shall dine with one another and at dessert someone shall speak about the challenges of children with incarcerated parents. I am not sure what shall take place after other than check writing, drinks while waiting for vehicles and, as always, a mob attempting to get close with the event holder. Considering his original stature and what he has become, I am sure the mob shall be large and clinging to his every word.
Angela takes a sip of her water as her meal arrives and replies, What do you mean by original stature?
Addie takes a bite from a roll and states, Well, looking into his background I could find, his parents were not this wealthy when living here. I heard they made money from investments after moving away. Apparently, a lot of money he inherited upon their death. Rumor has it he expanded the wealth and decided to purchase this place when Old Man Thorton placed it on the selling block.
Well, I guess I should find a good stock broker and increase my financial structure. This place is amazing and I am jealous.
jokes Angela before she takes a bite of food.
I will introduce you to my broker.
states a dark haired man with a wonderful smile in an Armani suit sitting across from her.
She smiles at him as he takes a sip of wine. She does not know who he is, but his blue eyes beckon her attention. She can tell by his attire the comment wasn’t likely a joke and by his build, she may desire to know more of him.
Thank you, but I am not sure I will just yet. May I ask you your name? Perhaps, I may ask for it on another day.
Angela feels her face heating up. Whether it heats up from her spotlight at a table of people she really does not know or attraction, she shall debate later. She simply wants his attention at this moment.
As Angela continues her gaze, the man places his wine down as he chuckles. She does not know why he laughs. However, the sound of it is also appealing.
Perhaps, place cards were a necessity for the event to run proper. I will take the blame. My name is Nicholas Payne. I am the coordinator of the event and this is my home.
Angela blushes brightly as the entire table laughs. How is it Addie tells her about nearly everyone in the room, but fails to realize the event holder is sitting across from them? She looks to Addison with a smile as he looks as if he prefers to crawl under the table.
Looking back to Mr. Payne, she states, Wonderful to meet you. I am Angela Summers. Though I doubt the name means anything to you for I am simply accompanying my friend, Addison, and I did not grow up around here.
Feeling her face cool from the embarrassment, Angela begins eating.
A gentleman to her left asks, Why do we achieve such great honor? At most events such as this, you would sit with a very selective crowd. I know Addison works for the paper. However, I believe the rest of us are simply business owners.
Angela watches Nicholas wipe his mouth with his napkin. She loves his mouth. His lips are not too large nor too small, which compliments other facial features.
My attempt tonight is to keep everyone’s attention on why we are here, which is to raise funds to assist children with incarcerated parents. As Addison mentioned earlier, there is a mob of people wanting to meet me. I am attempting to keep it at a distance and concentrate on why I invited everyone.
As Angela takes a bite, she watches most of the table nod and return to eating their food. She looks over to Addie and begins to worry. She knows the expression on his face means he is thinking about directing conversation, which is rarely good.
Mr. Payne, I am obviously doing a piece on this event. May I ask a bit about you?
questions Addie.
Nicholas simply nods. Angela does not believe he truly desires to answer questions. He probably agreed simply to make sure his event receives good publication.
The event itself shall be easy to write about. So, I really only have one or two questions. The first one is about your social status. Are you married, engaged, dating or simply relaxing for a bit?
Angela wants to hug Addie for asking such a question. She really desires the answer. Looking to Nicholas, she wonders if he shall answer it. Some men do not like defining relationships.
Nicolas replies, You may knock married and engaged off your list as well as divorced. I am either dating or relaxing, depending on the day and personal perspective. I generally do not place a label of any kind on that part of my life. Labeling it seems to mark it as a task rather than enjoyable moments.
"I understand. I am sure you do prefer to keep that part of your life private. Please do not get offended by my next question. Will you marry me? I feel your lifestyle is exactly what I have been attempting to