LIFE AFTER JACK
Chapter Ten
Jack woke up the next morning
when he heard someone knocking on the door. He got up to answer it. When he
opened the door, he saw two gendarmes standing there.
"Do you know whose
automobile is parked on the street outside this building?" asked one of
the gendarmes in French.
"Oui. That is our friend
Paula’s automobile."
"Monsieur, we got word this
morning from the garbage collectors that there was a dead body in a trash pile
across the street. We have reason to believe that the person driving the
automobile may be responsible for the death of this man."
"Why would you think
that?" Jack asked.
"Well, for one thing, there
is blood all over the tires of the automobile," the gendarme said.
About this time, Paula walked
into the parlor and asked Jack why the gendarmes were there.
"Are you the person who owns
the automobile out front?"
"Oui, Monsieur. Is there a
problem?" Paula asked.
"Mademoiselle, we would like
you to come with us to the station to answer some questions," one of the
gendarmes said. The other gendarme was just staring at Paula.
Paula quickly got dressed. As she
was getting dressed, she was trying to think of what she was going to say when
the gendarmes asked her questions.
"Are you coming,
Mademoiselle?" asked the gendarme.
"Oui. I am coming. Hold on
just a second," Paula said.
The gendarmes took Paula to the
station. When they got there, they asked her some questions. They asked her
lots of things, and she answered honestly. When they asked her if she had
killed Cal, she responded by saying, "Oui, I did, and I am not sorry to
admit it."
"Why are you not
sorry?" one of the gendarmes asked.
"Because Caledon Hockley was
a bad, bad man. He did not deserve to live!" Paula said.
When they took Paula to her cell,
there was another woman in the cell.
"What are you in for?"
asked the woman.
"I killed a man," Paula
replied.
"Oh. I am in here for
shooting my husband," the woman said.
"What is your name?"
Paula asked.
"Nicolette. Yours?"
"Paula."