Overcome by boredom and the fact the T.V. in the store was stuck on the news, I would step out of the architectural mess I worked in every chance I had. The building was shaped like a camera.
I spent many hours a day cleaning the drive through window to get away from the monotone news casters repeating the story about the woman abducted from Broussard and all the gruesome facts that went along with it.
She left behind three little kids. Law Enforcement said everyone was a suspect at this point.
The loud horn from the 1970 Oldsmobile Cutlass Mr. Reindeer drove jarred me from my thoughts. I couldn’t understand why he chose to drive that old clunker, nor could I believe he still used a 35MM Camera. He had money and plenty of it. He was the councilman of Lafayette Parish.
“Hold on Mr. Reindeer. Let me get back inside.” I gave him a friendly wave.
“What can I do you for today, Sir?” I asked.
“You missed a spot.” He chuckled, then his foot accidently hit the gas. That hoss of an engine revved up. I thought for sure he was going to speed out into traffic.
His laughter ceased immediately.
“Double exposures and a bit of soul cleansing.” He reached for his wallet.
“I’ll have them ready in an hour, pay then. I know you’re good for it.” I turned to type in his information, thinking about what he just said.
“Oh Jayson, I left something on there for you. Do with it what you will.” He grunted, pulling away.
“Creepy old something.” I mumbled.
I rushed to develop the pictures.
Examining each one, I found the roll was filled with Raynelle LeBlanc in different poses, that was her, the missing woman.
I called the Police and sure enough, they found her clinging to life in a small closet located in his basement. He was lying close to her – bullet through the brain.
I was labelled a hero but, I didn’t feel like one. Pictures were supposed to bring life, these brought the thought of death.
The next day, I turned in my uniform. I didn’t want no part of what others captured anymore.
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