“What have you done?” Isabel cried.
“I dunno…I went blank. I wasn’t in control” Stodler answered.
“We have to call an ambulance, the pol…” she said before Stodler interjected.
“NO! We have to figure this out first” he said, visibly shaking all over.
“What’s there to figure out? My father needs help!” she barely got the words out through heavy sobs. She knew her father was beyond help and she saw Stodler through different eyes. He was a monster to her now.
“This can really fuck everything up I’ve worked for, so far” he said.
“What are you even saying?” she said as she reached for her cell phone. Stodler promptly slapped it out of her hand.
“Let’s calm the fuck down here. We can take care of this. Together. I hope.” Stodler started to become eerily calm.
Isabel could only cower. She was truly afraid of Stodler. She was now looking for a way out of this alive.
“He was going to ruin us anyway. This is for the better. We can hide the body. Nobody will know” Stodler said with a wild look in his eyes.
“Monster! Who are you?” Isabel shrieked, snapping out of her trance.
Just then an Audi pulled up and immediately turned off the headlights. A pretty young woman and a balding man with a pot belly got out. The man was so sloppy about concealing his weapon, the hand grip of his .40 caliber Glock was showing above his waistline.
Stodler went to the window to see who arrived. “What the hell?” was all that he could mutter. The new arrivals didn’t even get to knock on the door, Stodler opened it before knuckles made contact with the wood.
“I bet your glad to see me” the woman said. She surveyed the room. She saw a broken table, a dead man and an almost catatonic woman on the floor.
“I haven’t seen you since high school” Stodler said, searching his mental data base for a name. He finally came up with one, “Amanda?!”
By Ryan 