Chapter 5: The Lawyer
Jesper found himself being march in the direction of the warden’s offices. This has him curious as to who the lawyer was. As he was moving swiftly down the length of the corridor he noticed just ahead of them the silhouette of the umbrella man. This makes him frown as the thought enters his mind something drastic was about to happen again.
“Tell me inmate, how did you manage to reach this bitch?” The guard asked with a sneer around his mouth and a nasty calculated look in his eyes.
“Who are you talking about?” Jesper look sharply at the man.
“Oh you don’t know. This will be interesting. You know I won’t mind bending her over the warden’s desk.” The guard instantly adjusts the quick rising bulge in his pants.
Jesper has the urge to beat the man but before he could react the office door opened. The warden himself steps into the corridor looking furious but it was also obvious he was wary about whoever was inside his office. He look at Jesper before he shook his head, “Bitch,” he mumbled beneath his breathe walking away. He briefly shared a pointed look with the guard who instantly followed him.
“Come inside Jesper,” the voice from within sounded sweet and compelling. Instinctively he felt the need to obey her. “What’s keeping you in the corridor?” clearly now impatient.
He took a deep breath squaring his shoulders before he enters the office. He found the white hair woman with a flawless skin sitting behind the warden’s desk holding a pen in her hand. He has the odd notion she can use that object as one deadly weapon. Currently she wasn’t looking up.
“Close the door,” she orders.
Once he did what she requested he now stood motionless in front of the desk. He studies her bended head with no knowledge who she might be or what she possible could want from him.
“Name,” she asked.
“Jesper Strange,” he answers carefully as he wasn’t certain what she wanted. The fact that the warden had an attitude with her presence makes him wary.
“Why are you in prison?”
“I killed my wife so I am told,” he said flatly.
“Judging by the tone of voice you don’t seem to agree with the conclusion,” she now carefully sits back in the chair playing with the pen but still not looking at him.
“Who are you?” he questions.
“I am not here to answer you; you on the other hand must answer whatever I ask.”
“What if I don’t want to?” he dared to ask in a challenging voice.
“You don’t want me as an enemy Jesper Strange.”
“I didn’t asked for you,” he turn around, just as he reached the door her words stopped him.
“I know your origins,” This statement was heavy in treat, “I know the real meaning behind your name. The question is do you?”
Jesper slowly turned to face her. The woman was now looking at him with an intensity that is icy cold. He watched the effect the changeable eyes have on her expression. He senses her energy matching the rising turmoil within him.
“Now we are together on a page. Sit down Jesper Strange.”
He looks at her aware she was a very deceptive person. As he sit down across from her he now watches her lower her eyes as she again took hold of the pen. She opened a thick ledger before she looked at him again. There was neither warmth nor coldness in the depths of her eyes. She seemed to found a middle ground for whatever her eyes now reveal.
“My name is of no concern. I am here at the request of someone you don’t know yet. I am here to do an assessment about what you know and what you have forgotten.” Her tone of voice was now sheer businesslike.
“Am I allowed to have questions too?”
“You are allowed but that doesn’t mean I have to answer,” she said honestly. “Now before we go any further, tell me about the bruises on your face.”
“Just conversations between men, nothing I can’t handle.” He said as he leaned back in the chair.
“Have it your way at the moment.” She took the ledger and closed it again. Now she switches on a recorder.
“Your name is Jesper Strange, right?”
“I am,” he confirms.
“You are twenty five years, correct?”
“I am,”
“You are married to Grace Clarke?”
“I am,” he keeps his answers to the point. He noticed his attitude seem to annoy her.
“Where were you raised?”
“In various foster homes as I was constantly moved around.”
“Do you know why?”
“No,” he said flatly squirming uncomfortable in his chair.
“I know why,” as she look directly at him her eyes convey the fact that she wasn’t going to tell him just tease him with the knowledge she was controlling.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” he said sarcastically.
“Watch your tone of voice,” she leaned back in her chair. “This is my brief but current assessment. I am obliged to inform you. You, Jesper Strange act like a mild mannered man. Once your enemies managed to take a second look, well that’s for you to reveal. I firmly suggest from today choose your protectors wisely. It’s just a question of when you would be awakened. Also you have already glimpsed him.”
“Who,”
“What do you know about the umbrella man?” her gaze was focused.
“I thought he was just a figment of my imagination,” Jesper stood with the strong urge to grab hold of the ledger. He starts to circle the office. It feels like the office walls were closing around him. He can feel the heat emanating from her eyes.
“He is real. Where is Grace Clarke? Do you know?”
Jesper turn around fast looking at the lawyer. “She is dead,” he hissed.
The woman gathers her briefcase. She took hold of the ledger before pushing it into his hands.
Both were suddenly aware of the absolute silence hanging around them both the warning clear between them. They seemed to share the energy of rising turmoil that matches their changeable eyes.
“You’re…eyes…” he said shocked.
“Match mine,” her final words before she left the warden’s office.