Daniel Carrasquillo
Chapter 22: July 26, 2009
I wake up naked in my room on towels on my bed naked. With a pounding headache. "Oh fuck. What time is it? David?"
"Oh, food. Thank you, honey." I begin eating I see a heart shaped paper on the tray I finish eating. "I’ll go ahead and save the cute little note." As I wonder what it says David is such a die hard romantic.
I start to read it my heart goes faster and faster I feel my anger bubbling from deep inside me. I get dressed very quickly my shirt is on backward, no bra and pants not buttoned.
I run into the living room my older sister and brother are watching tv. My older brother says "The beast lives. Oh Jesus, why are you angry this time? Is it because you forgot how to dress yourself again?"
"No! Don’t you dare patronize me! Not now!"
"Laurie, Housa. Come on. Do it with me. Housa. Housa."
"Fuck you, Max. Did either of you see David?"
We thought he was with you. We saw that he made pancakes, we were giving you both privacy because you obviously needed to get laid was it good? He was one hell of a specimen."
"Better than most porns. Read this!"
My brother reads it first. "On an unrelated note, I’m going to be cleaning the shot guns and rifles. If you find him find me please."
"Love you, bro."
"No one hurts my sisters!" He walks into the garage and hands the note to my sister.
She starts reading and her face turns red. "How are you on your birth control pills? You used to suck with remembering but you were not getting laid."
"Not as good as it should be."
"Every other day?" There’s a pause. "Every third day?"
"Close."
"Once a week?"
"Sometimes twice."
"Damn it, Laurie!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Report him as Gamma! I can’t figure out his fucking name!"
"Go get dressed properly and go in person and explain everything."
A few weeks go by I’m with the police every day trying to find video evidence of him for the last few weeks in all the places we were.
All pictures and videos of him, his Prius and myself were all erased from all of history. People remember us together but they cannot remember well enough for a sketch artist. He looks different to everyone.
I called Krystal and she was contacted by military intelligence. They came to her home and took everything from her telling her she has a gag order she discovered the identity of an MI soldier in one of her cases and that she is not to speak of any case and is no longer permitted to do any detective work under threat of being considered a threat to national security. She was no longer of help.
David was smart, he got his date with me. He won and there’s nothing I can do but wait. I decide I will start over with my investigation of him it will go slow but I will do it.