Hearing room 2
Paul morgan was sitting at the escrivaninha, mesa looking at Meg who shot provoking looks back.
“Meg Masters” he said soft. “What were you doing in Mr. and Mrs. Allen’s house?”
“Looking for cookies” Meg answered with a smirk.
“You couldn’t go to the store?” Paul asked frowning.
“No, I’m kind of broke” Meg said. “I would have to steal them. Besides, I knew it would piss off Daphne and that’s basically why I did. Mrs. Allen doesn’t like me very much, you see”
Paul nodded. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you’ve been trying to get-forgive my expression-in Mr. Allen’s pants?”
Meg raised her eyebrows, impressed. “Someone did his homework. But who’s trying?”
“Here’s what I think” Paul said, sitting up straighter. “You and Mr. Allen are having an affair. Mr. Allen, aware of Mrs. Allen’s mental condition, convinces her to marry him and give him access to her bank account. Once they’re married Mr. Allen tries to kill Mrs. Allen, but fails. While Mrs. Allen is in the hospital and Mr. Allen at the station, you go into the house to cover Mr. Allen’s tracks. Am I close?”
Meg clapped her hands. “Bravo! You busted us. And you wonder why no one believed you when you said you didn’t almost kill your wife”
Paul wanted to get his hands around her neck, but found himself unable to move.
“How is Mrs. Morgan? Still in the clinic? Is she still afraid of you?” Meg taunted Paul. She leaned forward. “I’ll tell you a little secret” she whispered in his ear. “I know who nearly beat your wife to death” She leaned back in her chair and smiled. “It was a shape-shifter, looking like you”
“Ma’am, you’re crazy” Paul said. He had hoped she would’ve really known the culprit so they could clear his name and he could go back to Janice.
“You want to know something else?” Meg continued. “I’m not really human. I’m a demon. And Cas is not human either. He’s an Angel. But, sssssshhhhh, he doesn’t know yet. Don’t spoil the surprise”
“Who’s Cas?” Paul asked frowning.
“Oh, my mistake, I mean Emmanuel” Meg said. “He can’t know who he is yet or who I am. The less people know the truth the better”
“Then why are you telling me?” Paul asked.
Meg stood up and walked around the desk. She stopped behind Paul’s chair and pulled out a long, silver knife.
“Because I’m pretty sure you won’t tell anyone”
Paul could see a glimpse of the faca in the window opposite the escrivaninha, mesa right before Meg buried the faca in his stomach.
Paul morgan was sitting at the escrivaninha, mesa looking at Meg who shot provoking looks back.
“Meg Masters” he said soft. “What were you doing in Mr. and Mrs. Allen’s house?”
“Looking for cookies” Meg answered with a smirk.
“You couldn’t go to the store?” Paul asked frowning.
“No, I’m kind of broke” Meg said. “I would have to steal them. Besides, I knew it would piss off Daphne and that’s basically why I did. Mrs. Allen doesn’t like me very much, you see”
Paul nodded. “That wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that you’ve been trying to get-forgive my expression-in Mr. Allen’s pants?”
Meg raised her eyebrows, impressed. “Someone did his homework. But who’s trying?”
“Here’s what I think” Paul said, sitting up straighter. “You and Mr. Allen are having an affair. Mr. Allen, aware of Mrs. Allen’s mental condition, convinces her to marry him and give him access to her bank account. Once they’re married Mr. Allen tries to kill Mrs. Allen, but fails. While Mrs. Allen is in the hospital and Mr. Allen at the station, you go into the house to cover Mr. Allen’s tracks. Am I close?”
Meg clapped her hands. “Bravo! You busted us. And you wonder why no one believed you when you said you didn’t almost kill your wife”
Paul wanted to get his hands around her neck, but found himself unable to move.
“How is Mrs. Morgan? Still in the clinic? Is she still afraid of you?” Meg taunted Paul. She leaned forward. “I’ll tell you a little secret” she whispered in his ear. “I know who nearly beat your wife to death” She leaned back in her chair and smiled. “It was a shape-shifter, looking like you”
“Ma’am, you’re crazy” Paul said. He had hoped she would’ve really known the culprit so they could clear his name and he could go back to Janice.
“You want to know something else?” Meg continued. “I’m not really human. I’m a demon. And Cas is not human either. He’s an Angel. But, sssssshhhhh, he doesn’t know yet. Don’t spoil the surprise”
“Who’s Cas?” Paul asked frowning.
“Oh, my mistake, I mean Emmanuel” Meg said. “He can’t know who he is yet or who I am. The less people know the truth the better”
“Then why are you telling me?” Paul asked.
Meg stood up and walked around the desk. She stopped behind Paul’s chair and pulled out a long, silver knife.
“Because I’m pretty sure you won’t tell anyone”
Paul could see a glimpse of the faca in the window opposite the escrivaninha, mesa right before Meg buried the faca in his stomach.
