The Glamorization Of Susannah Shayle 3

Detective Durango sat across James with the candles flickering in between them.
“What is it dear?”
Detective Durango gazed at his lover’s eyes, reached out to hold his hand and thought about telling him the bizarre murder of Shayle but he refrained from doing it because it wasn’t the kind of conversation one has over dinner.
“It’s work.”
James smiled sweetly and suggestively. “I know what will perk you up,” he pursed his lips. “A nice firm back rub.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“And then some…” James continued and grinned.

Mrs. Shayle paced in circles, chanting a long litany of inaudible utterances whiles the two police officer looked on from outside the bedroom.
“What’s she doing?” Officer Mullek nudged his fellow officer.
“Some ritual I guess.”
“She’s not bringing him back from the dead is she?”
Officer Gocho looked at his colleague. “You think I was born yesterday?”
“Hey, I’m serious. I heard of a case once where a murdered victim just walked up and left the scene of the crime,” he rolled his eyes to the beguiling woman who was singing monotonously.
“So what happened to the body?” The story got Officer Gocho interested.
“I don’t know, the guy who told me the story never finished.”
“You’re so full of it,” he answered and pushed him aside. “Let’s check back a little later, I need coffee.”
The officers strolled lazily away while Mrs. Shayle brought her hands together and bowed before her dead husband at the foot of the bed. She then ambled to her dressing table to exhume a metal box from the drawer. She set it down on the table and lifted the cover up and produced a needle and thread from her other sewing materials. Once she got the needle strung she walked back to the fragments and sat beside them. One by one, beginning from the top, she weaved back the bits and pieces of what was Mr. Simon Shayle three days ago.