The Dream

Part VIII

“Get the account details and past medical records of Mrs. Fiddle.” I asked Steve. “Why? Why her’s?” Steve questioned. “Do you have a face recognition software?” I asked him. He nodded in yes. “Then I will show you the answer. Let’s go.” I said fastening my seat belt. We directly went to his old office, where he had already asked one of his friends to gather the details. We scanned the sketch and took Mrs. Fiddle’s photograph from general records. The face match was 80%. “It’s the same person, probably has gone through some cosmetic surgery.” Steve’s friend said. “Did you check her medical records?” I asked him. “Yes but she didn’t had any visit to any plastic surgeon.” He replied. “Then check for Mrs Liberman’s medical record?” I commanded. “Ok, give me 2 hours.” That guy said and went out.

“It’s a very big lead for the case. I almost lost hope. If it weren’t you we would not have thought this way. But how did you..” Steve said with a thankful and question mark look. “Well, for now we should only think of gathering proofs to prove the theory and make them confess. Did you get her bank records?” I asked him and diverted his mind. “No not yet. One of my connects at bank is looking up for that.” He said. Suddenly his phone ranged. He murmured something on the phone and then turned to me. “You were right in last couple of months there has been a lot of fund transfer has been done through that account. He is mailing us the details.” Steve said. “I can’t believe they played so big.” He continued. “How big?” I enquired. “40 million, the wholesome property of Mr Liberman and deceased Mrs Liberman is around 40 million.” He said. “That’s why they planned everything so carefully and took a year to execute it. Civilised criminals. Bastards.” I added.

We had only one day left with us to get the evidences. “Only evidences wouldn’t do, you need their confession.” Racheal said in an assertive tone. “That’s impossible, they planned everything so cleverly. Do you think they would admit it? No way.” Commented Andrew. “We have to trap them. I have a plan.” Steve said. And explained what he was planning to do. “Would it work?” I asked Steve with doubtful expression.

“Honestly, I’m not sure but this is the only thing that I feel we can do right now.” When he said so I felt how desperately he wanted his plan succeed. We worked overnight and created few fake evidences to send to Mr and Mrs Fiddle. A clip of the CCTV footage near church where Mr Liberman was married and few pictures of Mrs Fiddle and Mr Liberman. Exact 10 o’ clock next morning we sent those to Mr Fiddle at his office. After half an hour Steve called Mr Fiddle from an ambiguous number and threatened him to reveal his small secret. He asked him to meet him in Hotel Blue Line room no 2008. We made the arrangements prior. Steve disguised himself and was ready for the meeting.

Mr Fiddle came on time. We were waiting in the next room with all set up. “Just 5 million, it would not be a big deal for you. Give me 5 million and I would destroy every proof I have. Else you know.” Steve said cunningly. “Why? Why should I?” said Mr Fiddle very calmly. “What do you mean why? I have these clips that clearly shows your wife was staying with Mr Liberman and I have other evidences as well that would prove…..” before Steve could complete Mr Fiddle interrupted and said “Prove that my wife planned this and she killed actual Mrs Liberman, not me.” He gave a dirty smile and continued, “Why would I pay you a single penny?”

“You won’t save your wife?” Steve asked. “She committed a crime she should be punished. Please present everything in the court.” Mr Fiddle said that with a filthy smile and was about to leave the room.

“Hey, you jerk. How could you say that?” these lines stopped Mr Fiddle’s steps. He turned back and was shocked. Mrs Fiddle was standing behind her. She moved closer to him and slapped him hard. I wished I too could have done that. “I spent my entire life following you, covering your wrong and you. What did you say I should be punished? It’s you who should punished you punk.” Mrs Fiddle shouted out her lungs. She was all in tears. “What haven’t I done for you? Because of your ambitions I married another man and let you also marry another woman. Because of you I even got my face changed. And you…you..” she caught hold Mr Fiddle’s collar and slapped him again and again. “You killed that woman, you planned everything and now you are backing off, leaving me alone.” She raised her voice. Mr Fiddle removed her hands from his collar and said ”Well, you have been proven guilty my love.” He tucked her hair behind, kissed her forehead and continued “Unfortunately there is not a single proof against me. It was you who did marriage registration, you are in the footage plus transactions and transfers were all through your account.”  He slowly moved around her and tapped her back. She was shocked and was trembling.

“I think I should take a leave now.”  Mr Fiddle coolly said and was about to move out. Seeing this we rushed towards the door.

“Honey, I know it would be hard for you but it’s for our future. “

“But ...”

“Don’t worry he would never find out and every night give him this medicine, it would retard his memory.”

We were shocked. Mrs Fiddle played a recording of their conversation. Mr Fiddle was dumbstruck. He turned to Mrs Fiddle and was full of rage. He was about to slap Mrs Fiddle but Steve stopped him.

“You thought I would let your betrayal go so easily. If I fall you fall too, honey.” Mrs Fiddle smirked. Mr Fiddle was about to say something, when I entered the room with the cops.

Everything was sorted. Next day at the court Mr Liberman was set free and a new case was proposed against Fiddles. Truth sometimes break a person, Mr Liberman who loved his wife whole heartedly never expected that his marriage would be a myth. Hope time would heal his wounds. But would he trust anybody in future, God knows. Steve walked me to home that day. We were quite for some time finally I broke the ice. “I’m glad everything is sorted.” “Me too.” Steve replied. “Ahmmm! Can I ask you something?” Steve hesitantly asked. “No” I firmly said. His face was worth looking at that moment, I just couldn’t control my laugh. “Sorry, sorry I was kidding. Go ahead.” I said. He seemed quite hesitant. I was wondering what was he going to ask, what if he wanted to know how did I discover everything. What would I say? I cannot tell him that I saw it in a dream.

While I was thinking what would be his question, he finally asked, “Would you go for dinner with me this weekend?"

...to be continued