Part 8: The empty feeling
The sun streams brightly into Odin's new rented room, as he takes off his glasses and wipes his eyes. The apartment is a small one he found cheap, and has no paper trial attached to it. It is one of the worst neighborhoods in Orlando, and though it is not nicely furnished as the motel room, or his room at home. He finds himself enjoying it immensely, it is Abby Hoffmanish in nature, meaning the apartment seems to be furnished with furniture that was made with cement blocks, and ply wood, or any other thing that was available. The only real furniture is the mattress on the floor, and a hard wooden chair he had found on the side of the road. The windows were bare, and it seemed to him that this is the type of apartment that he should get to make it not look suspicious.
He places the book down he was reading carefully on the top of the large piece of plywood that serves as the desk top. He sets his glasses on top of the book. He yawns loudly, and pushes his hand to the side of his jaw, cracking it loudly. He then cracks the other side, and gets up and stretches. His insomnia has been kicking in a lot lately, so he had spent most night up reading. He glances at the wall, where he has a cheap calendar he had gotten from one of the many banks in town up. Today is his day off, which means it has been a week since he had gotten out of Melinda's grasp, by having Ping kill her.
He uncrosses his legs, and gets up from the chair, padding over to the small corner of the room where the bathroom area is. He uses the bathroom, and washes his hands. He then throws water on his face, his blue eyes watching the reflection in the mirror. He pretends to throw on a grin on his face, but it doesn't work. Though, he is enjoying being away from his family, and starting this new life something is missing. He is not sure what it is, but he is going to find out.
30 minutes later dressed in a blue polo, some slacks, and some sandals he stands in front of the Orange County Jail. He opens the door, stepping inside, he lets them know who he wants to see, signs himself in as "Andrew Douglas," and one of the guards takes him to the visitor's room to see Ping.
"Odin, you came to visit me, I didn't think you were going to come." Ping says upon entering the room a few seconds later, after the guard who had escorted him leaves.
Odin pulls one of the chairs towards him, turns it backwards, and sits on the chair. "Sit down." His voice is calm, and measured.
Ping does as he is told. He gives him a small smile. He sits across from him at one of the tables.
The corner of Odin's mouth twitch in an almost smirk. "I am still working on getting you out, but I need you to tell me something?"
"Sure, sure what?"
"Tell me everything that happened when you killed her, don't leave anything out. I want to know how it felt to do it." His blue eyes sparkle with curiosity.
"It wasn't fun. I didn't want to do it. I felt bad about it. She seemed so pretty."
Odin stands up quickly. "I am afraid I am not sure I can help you get off." Odin walks out of the room, wishing he had a pair of sunglasses instead of his regular frames to cover the anger that is starting to fill his eyes. That was not the answer he was expecting to hear.