Mirror – Chapter 13
It has been four days since they first made love. She could still feel Rick inside of her and she smiled during the whole CVOC meeting. It felt good to be connected to someone after so long. She listened as two new members introduced themselves to the group and they welcomed them with open arms.
Then they told their story. Thomas, one of the new members, son was missing for two years before he was found alive. He was kidnapped and being raised by the kidnapper's wife as their own. Those people were sentenced to twenty years in jail for their crime. Michonne found herself wiping away a few escaped tears of joy.
It gave her hope that Cayla could still be alive, despite it being four years since her kidnapping. An hour later the session was over and the members mingled and enjoyed the refreshments that were provided. She was at the drinks table when Rick spoke behind her.
"Hey. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
"I saw you crying. Are you sure you're alright."
"Thomas's experience gave me a little hope. I really needed to hear that."
He smiled at her and wanted so badly to pull her into his arms for comfort but he didn't dare. What they do and how they feel about each other is not anyone business and the meeting is not the forum for such display of affection. He moved closer to her.
I'll see you later ok."
"Ok."
"I need to talk to you about something."
"Is it serious? Is it about Cayla? Did you find out something?"
Michonne was getting anxious.
"Maybe. I just need to ask you a couple questions."
"Ok."
"I'll see you tonight."~*~*~*~*~*
After the last member left for the day, Carol paid Rick a visit in his office.
"Hey. I wanted to discuss an idea with you."
"Ok."
"I wanted to have a promotion day for the clinic. Clinic membership has been up but there are people who are still not aware of the help they can receive after the loss of a child."
"I agree with you. Do you have a specific time or time frame in mind?"
"I spoke with Karen and she said that she will look into sponsors to host the event."
"That's good. I can have members hand out fliers and do other promotional work in the meantime."
"Ok."
"Keep me posted."
Carol walked to the door and paused.
"Is there something else?"
"What's going on between you and Michonne?"
Rick exhaled slowly.
"I have never lied to you Carol and I don't want to start now."
Carol shook her head in disbelief.
"Just be careful Rick. Please."
He nodded at her and she left.~*~*~*~*~*
Michonne grind down hard on Rick as he sucked tenderly on her right nipple and played with her left. They were on the carpeted floor of her home. It was their third rounds of love making. When Rick breathe hard against her breast she rotated her hips sensually slow and he jerked several times inside of her. She had climaxed mere minutes before and now that she had reached her goal of bringing him sweet release, she tilted his head up to hers and they kissed passionately. After a few minutes, Rick slid down on his back taking Michonne with him.
"I really like when we are together."
"Me too.
"Sorry to dampen the mood but did you find out anything on….."
She didn't finish the sentence and he didn't make her.
"I have a theory but can I ask you a question?"
He leaned up on his chest, nodding.
"Do you remembered anything new about when Cayla was kidnapped?"
She thought for a couple seconds.
"No."
"Do you remember seeing anyone strange around the area the day or days before?"
"No. Not that I could remember."
"Did you meet anyone new or make any new friends weeks or months before Cayla was taken."
"No!"
"Ok."
"Why all these questions?"
"Nothing."
Michonne became visible upset, slid off his still firm cock and was about to get up when he pulled her back down on him.
"Michonne wait!"
She weakly resisted him as he held her but she didn't look at him.
"You can't ask me all these questions and then tell me nothing! I thought you were going to keep me informed on whatever you found?"
Rick looked at Michonne.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded.
"Then trust me that when I get something concrete I will tell you immediately."
"Ok."
He kissed her.
"Do you atleast have any theories?"
"I do but I don't want to say anything yet until I have solid proof."
Michonne said nothing.
"Trust me Michonne. If what my gut is telling me is true it could be a major break in your case."
"Really?"
He hugged her close.
"I will need to talk to your ex husband."
She looked up at him, unsure.
"Randy?"
"Yes. Do you mind?"
"No. If it will help I don't mind. I don't know how Randy will feel about being questioned though."
"If he wants Cayla's case solved he better talk to me."
"I haven't seen him in years. I don't know where he is."
"Don't worry about that. I'll find him and he will talk to me."~*~*~*~*~*
One week later…..
Rick sat in the park looking at the supermarket across the street. He watched Randy move around the store talking to other employees. It only took him two days to get Randy's information and location of where he was.
He didn't share the information he got with Michonne, instead opting to give her one full report when he was done with his investigation. He drained the last drop of coffee from his cup and made his way over to the supermarket. When he entered, Randy was talking to a young lady. He waited alittle way off and when they were done he approached quickly.
"Randy Peters?"
The man looked at him suspiciously.
"Who's asking?"
"My name is Rick Grimes and I'm looking into Cayla's case."
Rick thought he saw a brief flicker in Randy's eye.
"Are you a cop?"
"No."
"An investigator?"
"No."
"So why are you doing looking my daughter's case?"
Rick had to stifle a chuckle that crept up in his throat. What right does he have to be asking why someone is looking into Cayla's case? He may be Cayla's biological father but he abandoned Michonne, his wife and mother of his child high and dry when she needed him the most.
"I'm doing this as a favour to Michonne."
"Michonne?"
"Yes. I just need to ask you a couple of questions concerning the day Cayla disappeared."
"How is she?"
Rick paused.
"She's good."
"How do you know her?"
Rick clenched his jaw at Randy's questions.
"Does that matter how I know Michonne? I'm not here for that."
"What is your relationship with her?"
He saw Randy glance at his left hand, eyes searching for a wedding ring.
"Are you her husband? I don't see a ring."
Rick smirked and deliberately didn't answer the question. He was willing to let Randy's imagination run wild, even though it would possibly make him hostile.
"Did you notice anything out of the ordinary on the day Cayla was kidnapped?"
Randy merely stared at him.
"Please answer the question. It's really important."
There was a long pause.
"No. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary."
"Did you meet anyone new in the weeks or months before Cayla were kidnapped?"
"What's going on? Did they find new clues?"
"Answer the question!"
"I'm not answering shit until you tell me exactly what's going on!"
Rick saw red and the next thing he knew he was grabbing Randy by his collar and pushing him up against the wall. He spoke in a low menacing tone.
"Listen to me you f*cking piece of shit! You abandoned Michonne when she needed you the most. When you were off living your life as if Cayla didn't exist she was out searching for your daughter. Someone has been toying with her, torturing her, sending her letters with addresses of where Cayla could be. For four years, she was going to the police trying to follow those leads. She have been in literal hell with no one to comfort her so you are going to answer my questions otherwise I will break your neck right here and right now!"
Both men stared at each other for a long time.
"No. I haven't made any new friends in the weeks or months before Cayla disappeared."
Rick slowly released his collar. He took out a pen from his pocket and wrote his number on Randy's shirt collar.
"If you remember anything about that night, you call me immediately."
Rick started walking off and Randy called out to him.
"Tell Michonne I said hello."
Rick spun around on his heel, eyes glaring at Randy. He clenched his hands and Randy walked off quickly.~*~*~*~*~*
Rick walked into the police station and filled out a form at the desk. It was a form requesting copies of the Michonne's case file and he used Karen as a reference. The officer at the desk saw Karen's name and nodded.
"I'll have the clerk pull the files for you Mr Grimes."
"Thanks."
Rick sat down in the waiting area. When he looked up he saw Officer Walsh looking at him. A clerk walked pass him and towards Rick. He saw Michonne's name on the box and he stopped the clerk.
"Where are you taking those files?"
The clerk looked over at Rick and then back to Shane.
"Copies of those files were requested."
"By who?"
"Rick Grimes."
The clerk nodded in Rick direction. Rick walked up to them.
"Is there a problem?"
"Why are you requesting copies of these files?"
Rick took the box from the clerk and thanked him. He started walking away.
"What are you doing with those files?"
Rick ignored him and he could hear footsteps behind him. He walked down the steps and suddenly a hand grabbed him.
"Hey! I'm talking to you."
"I'm doing your job for you Officer Walsh."
"What's that suppose to mean? Do you have any leads on her case?"
"Don't worry about it. I wouldn't want waste any of your or the department's time."
"You know what! F*ck you!"
Rick laughed as he put the box in the back seat of his car. It further irate Shane.
"You don't know what it's like doing what we do! You don't think I want to solve every case that comes before me. You don't think I want to help find Michonne's daughter?"
Rick stared blankly at him.
"If you have a lead, I want to know."
"I may have something."
"Ok. I want to help."
"Ohhhh. Now you want to help? Why?"
Shane shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"Is it guilt? Is it eating you up?! It should! You turned away a grieving mother and thank God she didn't give up. She will never give up and neither will I."~*~*~*~*~*
Rick put the box with Michonne case files in the corner. He took a shower, made himself a quick bite to eat and turned on his computer. Next to him was all the notes that Michonne had received from her mysterious torturer.
He began searching on the different websites into the Mc Knight family. Victor Mc Knight is one of the biggest and most powerful real estate developers in the country and his wife Beverly is a blue blood, she comes from old money. They had two sons.
He mostly found the mega business dealings of the family and their net worth, almost a billion dollars but what he really wanted was to see was the personal stuff of the family. There were very few articles on their personal life. He dialled Karen's number.
"Hey. I'm trying to find information on the Mc Knight Family."
"The Mc Knight family? As in Victor and Beverly Mc Knight?"
"Yeah. All I'm seeing is information about their net worth. I'm looking for personal information. I want to look into their family."
"What are you doing Rick? You know these people are not to be trifled with. You know this from personal experience."
"Trust me Karen. I'm not doing this to cause trouble. I just need to confirm something."
"I'll call my people and have them get back to you."
"Thank you."
"Are you looking for anything in particular?"
"I just want to know about their close family members. Aunts, uncles, cousins etc."
"Ok."
"Thanks again."~*~*~*~*~*
Michonne was cuddled in Rick's arm. She asked him to spend the night and he willing agreed. His phone began vibrating and he answered it but he didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?"
It was a woman's voice.
"Rick Grimes?"
"Yes."
"I got your number from Karen. You wanted some information on the Mc Knight family."
He slowly sat up on the bed.
"Yes."
"Check your email. Found some real interesting things."
His interest was peek.
"Ok. Thank you. I'll check it out."
Rick hung up the phone and slipped off the bed. He tiptoed to the living room and took his laptop out of his bag. He saw the email notification and checked it. A document of about 16 pages downloaded. He started reading and his jaws dropped. The Mc Knights had not two sons but three.~*~*~*~*~*