Chapter94

"How are you??" Heather asked happily. "I'm still alive, my dear. I still am," he then turned to me, "Sorry son, I didn't get your name. You are?" he stretched a hand out. I looked at Heather then back at him. I shook his hand. "Hello, Sheriff Bates. Long time. I'm Sheridan. Sheridan Wesley." His eyes were even wider as he hurriedly let go of my hand. "Excuse me? You said you are?" "Sheridan Wesley. Paul Wesley's son." The old man stepped back, shock in his expression. "Son, are you aware that right now, you are claiming to be someone who went missing a long time ago and is probably dead??" "I'm not claiming anything. I am Sheridan." He looked at Heather. "He's telling the truth," she stated. He stepped back again. "Good lord. How– Y– you went missing in those woods. How did you–" he was speechless and had turned pale. "It's a long story. Please, let's sit down and talk." He looked at me like I was ghost. "You– you're not lying," he suddenly said, as if realising it himself, "I recognise Paul's eyes." "Please, Sheriff. Let's sit down and talk." Ace's POV: I told sheriff Bates about my escape from the ranch and how I survived and was helped by uncle Victor. Most importantly, I gave him the reason why I'd escaped. I just told him about maltreatment. To my surprise, he wasn't surprised. "I ain't surprised about that Christina side of the story. Sorry Heather, but I'd always told your father that his wife was a snake." "No need to be sorry sheriff, I've always known." I decided to take a chance. "What are you doing here in California, sheriff? Why aren't you at home in Blueville?" I asked him. "I was on a murder case in Blueville, son. And had a connection to another murder here. So, I was called over to come investigate with the FBI department here. It turned out to be the same murderer. We caught him." "So the case is closed?" "Yes." "When are you leaving?" "Wednesday." I looked at Heather and we had the same idea. "Sheriff? Do you remember the closed cases of my father and uncle Ken? They're closed, right?" "Yes, son. Why?" "I would love to reopen them." He looked at me, lost. "Why?" "Because I know who killed them both." His eyes widened. "Who?" "Christina." "Hm! Do you know the accusations you are making?" "I am aware. Can you ask the files of their murders to be sent here to Los Angeles?" "Yes, but why?" "Because the murderers are here. And you can ask for the FBI's help." "Sheridan, my boy, are you listening to yourself?" "He's saying the truth, sheriff," Heather stated. He looked at me. I told him everything! From Christina's confessions to her greed for money. I told him of how uncle Victor helped me change my identity. I told him about Christina stealing my inheritance and how I worked for her without her knowing who I really was. The sheriff was shocked. "Do you have proof of all this?" "I have better. I have recorded videos of her confessions." He looked at me silently. "Sheriff, please. Do it for your friendship with late uncle Ken. Do it for justice." He looked at Heather. "Please, sheriff. You're our final help now. My mother needs to pay." I prayed silently for him to agree. "Like I'd said before, Christina has always been a snake. Today itself I'll ask for the files to be sent so I present them to the police. I'll call you so you bring the videos on Tuesday. that'll be enough for an arrestation. " "Oh thank you, thank you so much," I shook his hand happily. "You're welcome, son. It's a pleasure. We're gonna get those murderers in prison." "One has disappeared though." "We'll take care of him later. Let's get the head of all this, first." I was so happy. God had literally put Sheriff Bates on my way. We exchanged numbers and I thanked him once again before leaving with Heather. We got into the car and I sat down thinking for a moment, a broad smile on my face. "This is it. The end is near for her," Heather smiled. "Yeah, baby. It is. Finally," I smiled at her and we shared a kiss, "Still got that headache?" I asked. "Nope. I'm so happy that it's gone," she giggled. "Great. Now let's go home so you can fill your stomach," I chuckled. "A wonderful idea," she giggled. Heather's POV: Sheridan was so happy. And if he was happy, so was I. Everything was carefully coming to an end. Positively. I was so glad for him. He was going to succeed in his plans without having to dirty his hands or stain them with blood. I preferred my mother to go to jail than to be killed. She was still my mother after all. The only parent I had left, though she deserved hell for all the innocent lives she took. * Ace's POV: We reached the mansion and I parked. I got the plastic bag and we entered the house, my queen in front of me. We were heading for the kitchen when all of a sudden, Heather collapsed in front of me. The plastic bag dropped from my hand as I panicked and knelt down to hold her. What was wrong with her? "Heather?? Heather??" I shook her in complete in fear. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. "W– what happened?" "You fell. Heather, what's wrong? You're not okay." She tried to stand and I helped her up. "N– no it's okay, love. Guess I need a good rest and a meal," she murmured, holding her head. "Go upstairs and lay down. I'll bring the food up with a glass of water so you drink the aspirin. You scared me." "No, I'll be fine," she walked past me and went upstairs. What's was this? I hoped she wasn't ill.