Time Tells All Things

Detective Moore

Things were heating up with the case. Forensics had identified the man's body, but they were still trying to get an identity for the woman. I thought this would be an open and close case, but evidence has another ending in store. "Detective Moore, I know it's been a couple of weeks, but I finally got in touch with Thalia, the psychic. You're not going to believe what she has to say." I could tell whatever it was; it was juicy. I hadn't seen Spinelli so excited in a long time. Thalia had just arrived at the station. Her general appearance gave hints about her psychic abilities. She wore the average large hoop earrings, plenty of bangles, and ankle bracelets; She had her hair wrapped in a white cloth that she tied up like a turban. It matched her all-white ensemble. She wreaked of sage and frankincense. It was a familiar scent to me, thanks to my grandma.

She sat comfortably in a chair that Spinelli gave to her. 'Ms. Thalia, Hi, I'm Detective Moore. Officer Spinelli tells me you have some information regarding a case that may be helpful. Please, step into my office.' As she rose, I felt a strong presence, so much so, I got chill bumps all over my body. She began to speak softly and quickly. "Thank you for having me, Detective. It's always a pleasure for me to assist, however possible." I ushered her into my office and closed the blinds so we wouldn't attract unwanted nosey peddlers within the station. "Ok, so where do you want to begin?" She chuckled and then said, "At the end, of course." I was a bit confused until she started to tell me what she had felt, seen, heard, and experienced for herself regarding this case. The most surprising part was that there was another medium involved. Well, Thalia spoke of her as a spiritualist, a high priestess of some sort. One who had worked a root for a fellow priestess.

All this metaphysical and spiritual talk was becoming a bit much for me, but I took the notes needed just in case it all linked and intertwined. Thalia was often on point with all her claims, however, she did mention that this one was the most bizarre she had seen in a while. There were a few other pieces I needed to gather to fill in the timeline of the crime. I believe I am well on my way to solving this case.

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Kimi

I knew Raphael was still cheating!!! It's been a whole year since I caught him in the office with his assistant. Late nights, my ass! This fool was creeping the entire time. Why did I not see this before? Oh yeah, because I've been too busy caring for our twin daughters. I never believed he would cheat, and once he got busted, I never counted on it happening again. To my surprise, my husband is addicted to porn, loves a variety of all kinds of women, and occasionally has sex with women he meets online and in person. Granted, he has made a good life for our kids and us, but with my salary alone, I could take care of my girls and me. So why does this educated black woman stay down with a man she only met five years ago? Because I love him, and besides where I come from, the woman stands by her man no matter what. It's our culture and how my parents raised me.

Yeah, I know, that is so not the millennial way, but what's a girl to do? I'm starting to understand now why so many women have embraced their freedom, independence, and even lesbianism. After I planned my trip to D.C., I had a feeling this would be the perfect time for Raphael to have one of his ventures. This time I was not going to take it lying down. Nope! He wants to give out the dick long and hard well he's gonna get fucked this time... Three the hard way. I had one of the most excellent private investigators on his trail for five months now. A friend of mine owed me a favor and would never speak of anything related to our marital issues. His name is Thomas. Thomas is an old family friend who has always loved me, but I never gave him attention. I kept him around and befriended him often for times like these. Raphael had booked a flight and a Bed and Breakfast around the same time as my trip to D.C. It was odd because the flight was from Houston to Seattle. I knew it would be too easy for me to catch him in the act like this again. The truth of the matter is I'm tired, and I know I deserve better. If he wanted an open marriage, he should have asked for that or proposed it in the beginning, but No! Just like a man, to want to be greedy and have his cake and eat it too.

He never really allowed himself to get to know much of me or about my past. He fell in love with the woman I had become, the one he met at church. I had done a whole 360 and changed my life, but the residue of stabbings, murder, and heartbreak was not far behind me. My family has always kept good lawyers, and we have plenty of connections in the judicial and law enforcement, so things have a way of disappearing regarding me. He just knew I would always be his good little Kimi. Well, I have had enough. After Thomas gave me all the information, I called another old friend of mine who owed me a favor, Priestess Algeria. After a few weeks of gathering his things and some clues to his escapade, I met with her. She was able to tell me about this woman he was meeting up with. So being the loving wife that I am, I began communicating with her on social media under an alias name. She was quite intriguing and brilliant. So I wondered why such a woman would allow herself to get caught up in this kind of situation. She assured me in our conversations that she had some self-esteem issues but was working through them. She had found a new love, but it was complicated. I was wondering if money would change her mind?

Would she sell out for the bag to help a wife get revenge on her trifling shiftless husband? Or was that love too devout and her heart also consumed with the lust and filth he had fed her.? I mean, they had been connected well before me and twice the time. Soon she began to open up and talk about how she was no longer comfortable with how things were going down. That was long after the first trip she made to Seattle. Raphael had managed to squeeze in two other trips, but I found out shortly after, thanks to Thomas. After her third trip, I told Kandice the truth, and I asked her to help me catch him in the act. She had to know she was not the only one, but she was the only one I could trust. To my avail, she knew more about his partners than I did, even the prospects. He shared the information with her so freely. So I did it. I offered her $75,000 for her to help me, half upfront, and the other half after the shenanigan was over. I had to inform her of every detail, so there would be no surprises. However, I already knew she would be down after the money was offered Algeria assured me of that. So there it was all green lights. I just needed the perfect motive, time, place, etc.

I had to make sure there would be no implication of Kandice or my self. So I talked to Raphael, telling him that I was finally done with him, and I could not take the long nights away and the constant neglect. The girls and I were leaving; of course, I would allow him to visit the girls, but divorce is definitely on the table, and he knew why. He didn't put up much a fight. I told him he could keep our townhouse, and the girls and I would move out to a ranch house I purchased near my parents.

A couple of months later, Kandice started dwindling her conversations with him, and then finally, she ended their relationship. She told him she had found someone that would be only for her, and she was willing to take the risk of love to be with him. We knew enough about some of his prospects to catch him in the act still. It was a long and tedious process, it seemed, but finally, the time had come. Kandice and I met with Priestess Algeria, she made the potions, and the work began.

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