A Case of Mistaken Identity
Their dad gave them a kiss as he set off for his early shift at work. He went to the bathroom where he routinely splashed water on his face trying to get rid of the cobwebs of tiredness. Then he got into his car that started with a roar and began his journey to Shannon Airport. His small quaint house began to quickly disappear in the rear view mirror as he drove down his long driveway. Tom was a detective and had a crime to solve down in Cork.
When Tom reached the airport he went through the regular check – ins and security stops until he was settled on the helicopter. The flight was very pleasant, no unexpected turbulence. Tom and the pilot exchanged a few comments on the weather, which was cloudy and that was pretty much it for conversation. Tom looked out the window of the helicopter, it was beautiful. Everything was green. Everything was great until the pilot unrepentantly told Tom he was getting his own back and hoped he rotted in hell. The pilot looked at him antagonistically. He was starring at him, his eyes full of revulsion.
It took Tom a few moments to lodge this in his head and when he did, it was too late. The helicopter with a blast of speed went full force into the ground, with a huge bang. The fire blazed into the sky brightening the dull cloudy day. All that was left was the mangled debris of the helicopter which lay on the black grass created by the fire of the plane.
Grainne and Emily, his daughters, were enjoying “Home and Away” when Ann their mother barged through the squeaky door. With great pity in her voice she explained what had happened to their father. The girls eyes began to water as they saw a spasm of total sadness fill their mother’s suddenly childlike eyes.
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Soon after the funeral had passed the family were starting to come to terms with the faith of their father. It seems their was a fault in the helicopter and nothing could have been done about it. Ann went for a shower and then she brushed through her tangled, damp hair while looking sadly in the mirror. Then their was a faint knock on the front door quickly snapping her back to reality. She got changed in record time and hurried down the stairs to answer the door. A well dressed middle aged man greeted her. Uninvited he stepped inside. He flashed a quick glance at Ann, his face held nothing but pure sadness. Ann looked at the floor, she knew it was bad news. She made a sign for the girls to go to their rooms.
The well dressed man caught Ann’s eye as she was looking nervously around the room. He explained that the pilot who was driving her husband’s helicopter was actually a former suspect in one of Tom’s cases and that Tom had found the main evidence that sentenced him to ten years in prison. He stated reluctantly that they had found a letter sent the day before the crash. The letter had read, “ Tom had this coming to him and I would sacrifice my own life to know that Tom suffered”. Ann dropped to the floor sobbing her heart out. The man coughed breaking the awkward tension that had formed between them. The man told her reassuringly that nobody could have survived that crash, that the pilot who wrote this note had died and there is nothing to worry about. Ann never told the kids about this as they would never sleep a wink after such a frightening story.
As the year moved on, this thought slowly but surely slipped her mind. Everything was getting back to normal again. One day Ann was searching aimlessly through the junk mail when she came across an advertisement for a gardener. She dialled his number and booked him for twice a fortnight. The gardener was big, like a weight lifter with tanned skin and dark, neatly cut hair. He only had one imperfection, it was a very noticeable scar above his right eyebrow.
As the year progressed, Ann found herself becoming attracted to the gardener. She started going on dinner dates with him and soon after he was a member of the household. This was due to the fact that his house was being refurnished and Ann offered him a place to stay. Ann made it clear to him that he was in the house as a guest and not as a boyfriend. He slept upstairs in the spare bedroom. It had a wooden floor, light green walls, a peaked ceiling and yellow lace curtains around the window. There wasn’t much furniture, just a double bed and a desk. On the desk there was a computer with the modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack.
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It had been a few months since Danny moved in. He always had something for Ann. If it wasn’t flowers, it would be chocolate and if it wasn’t chocolate it would be jewellery. He played football with Emily and stayed well away from Grainne who just didn’t want to be disturbed. Grainne loved being alone, not having to smile and look pleasant, a relief to look dejectedly out the window at the bucketing rain. Danny was like the father figure in the household.
Ann started to continuously have bad luck. She was always losing her belongings but Danny convinced her that she was being paranoid and probably left them “somewhere safe”. Danny began to change over time, he soon started telling her what to do as if she was his pet. But of course Ann didn’t really notice as “love is blind”. Ann became freaked out when she started receiving calls from someone claiming to be her dead husband, followed by anonymous e-mails. When she would return to her car after leaving it unattended she would have a flat tyre, a scrape on the car or even a dent. Danny still convinced her that it was just a coincidence that it was all happening at the same time.
One night Danny and Ann went out for dinner with a former friend. of her husbands. He was also a Detective. His name was Luke. Ann started telling Luke all the unusual things that were happening her lately when she got a belt in the shin from Danny. He also peered sideways at her with a peeved expression. The thought “ if looks could kill” suddenly ran through her mind. Ann stopped abruptly, knowing she’d be in trouble that night. Right on cue, the waitress arrived with their drinks and a basket of bread. They were all starving and dug into their bread as they waited for their meal to arrive.
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Later on in the night Ann found herself alone with Luke when Danny went to the bathroom. Luke began to speak lowly and hesitated before saying that he wasn’t positive but was nearly certain that Danny was the man that killed her husband, making him the pilot of the plane. This chilled Ann more than a freezing wind. She was confused. She thought this man died with her husband in the helicopter crash. Danny interrupted the unnerving conversation and excused himself because he had a meeting to attend. He told Ann he would look after the children when he came home and that she could stay out as late as she wanted.
Danny gave Ann an awkward one armed hug before leaving the restaurant in a hurry and drove home, where he found Grainne and Emily doing their homework. He seized the two girls and tied them up to a chair making sure there was no escape. He took the batteries out of the smoke alarm. Wickedly he watched as the fumes he set off built up around the girls. Soon they began gasping for air. Danny gathered all his belongings and smiled at the girls before driving away with a coy smile still in place, singing along with the radio.
Luke brought Ann back to his office. The office was small, with a little waiting area with cushioned chairs, wooden floors, notices and awards cluttering the walls, and a big clock ticking loudly. The room was cut in half by a large desk cluthered with paper. Luke dug through a perilous stacked pile of documents on his desk until he found the ones he was looking for. Ann just sat their gripping the handles of her chair as Luke done research on the man who killed her husband. Ann began to feel faint and nauseous and rang the girls on the house phone and the mobiles, but their was no reply. She got a really bad feeling in her chest. Without one pause between her words she told Luke that there was no answer on the phones. Both of them bolted towards the front door of the office and out into the cold night toward the car.
They broke all speed limits as they drove back to the house. Reflecting in her side wing mirror were blue flashing lights outside her house. Suddenly the worst thoughts flooded her mind, maybe Luke was right about Danny all along. As Luke brought the car to a halt Ann jumped out and dashed towards the front door. She felt her breath slowly creeping toward hyperventilation as she approached the door. When she opened the door the cold wind gusted through the room,rustling all the newsletters on the side table and swirling Ann’s hair around her face.
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Ann flung the kitchen door open. Facing her were darked panelled walls, bright yellow cabinets and a white linoleum floor. Then drawn to the corner of the kitchen by a lot of commotion she spotted her daughters being untied from the chairs by the paramedics. They were unconscious it seemed. Ann’s heart began to beat really fast and she ran over to the paramedics. The girls were placed on stretchers and rushed off to the hospital.
The girls got better over time. They did a good job at blocking that painful memory from their mind. They told Ann the whole story of how Danny almost killed them. Luke was right, Danny was the man who killed her husband with a new name. Somehow he had escaped from the fatal helicopter crash and had come back to make their life a misery.
Danny, or should I say John, was never found and Ann and her two daughters lived their lives under police protection, changed their names, and moved to a different country.
Fifteen years had passed. Grainne, the eldest had her own children now. She sat reading to them, when in the light of the moon she saw a strangely familiar face staring at her with a scar over the right eyebrow. He was back and somehow he knew where she lived.