Vengeance
Chapter Ten


Previously...


Suddenly, Munch let out a gasp. He pulled off his glasses, and wiped them on the hem of his shirt. Was he dreaming?

"Munch," It cooed. "You're dreaming."

"Nope," Munch shook his head, staring directly at the ghostly apparition, shaking violently. "Sonya? Is that really you?"

"Ugh," the ghostly figure of the recently deceased Sonya Paxton rolled her eyes. God, she needed a drink. If she weren't dead, and well, a recovering alcoholic, she probably would've made a mad dash to the bar. Sonya placed both hands on her hips angrily. "Munch, goddammit, why the hell didja have to come raining on my parade? Things were just starting to look up."

Munch was still completely speechless. While he was always one to believe in any and all conspiracies life had to offer, life after death was still a touchy subject. "Sonya—I, I don't know what to say?"

Sonya laughed. "How 'bout 'nice to see you, old friend'?" She leaned in to give the elder man a comforting hug, but her body just fell through. She frowned, then sighed. "I'm still getting used to that..." she shook her head. "So, how's life on—"

"Munch, why the hell are you talking..." Fin's voice trailed off. "Oh."

"Hey, Detective," Sonya grinned. "So many familiar faces."

Fin leaned into his partner's ear. "You didn't happen to slip any mind-altering drugs in that shitty coffee of yours, did you?"

Munch just shook his head.

"I suppose you're wondering what's going on!?" Sonya replied with a smug grin. "I'm almost certain that my—employer—will have no issue with me explaining the situation to New York's finest."

"Em—em—employer?" Fin stuttered.

"Satan, of course," Sonya provided.

"You work for the Devil," Munch gasped. Then he thought about it. "That doesn't actually surprise me."

"Well," Sonya shrugged. "A girl's gotta do, what a girl's gotta do!"

"Right."

Sonya took a seat above the metal table, and began her story. "You see, Cadee over here made a deal with the Satan long, long, ago. If Satan helped her succeed in life, even better than her twin sister—your ADA, Casey—she would give him her soul. He did just that—helping her pass medical school, making her a professional woman working with world renown doctors. But then... Cadee got cold feet... she wasn't going to hand over her soul."

"I'm sorry," Cadee cried, tears spewing down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry!"

"You keep telling yourself that sister," Sonya rolled her eyes. "Anyways, I managed to convince the fool that we would be framing her sister for murder, and she was more than happy to agree. Little did she realize Satan had it all planned out."

"WHAT!?"

"So you inhabited her body, and killed ADA Greylek?"

"That bitch deserved it," Sonya shrugged. "Everyone hated her anyways."

Suddenly, Cadee let out a sharp gasp, as realization hit her head on. "HOLY CRAP," Cadee cried, wiping the tears from her face. "I killed her. I killed that lawyer woman, but I didn't even mean to!"

"Oh yes you did, honey," Sonya cooed.

"Was that a confession?" Munch asked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing!

"Yes!" Cadee stammered, putting her hands out. "Please, just arrest me and put me in jail. Don't let her take my soul!"

"Yes, please do," Sonya nodded in agreement. She leaned into Cadee's ear. "I'll be back, my pretty, don't you worry about it. Oh, and don't think you've gotten away Scott free, because your life's about to be a living hell!"