Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2004 2:39 am
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<center>Chapter 31
~Liz~</center>
“Miss Parker. My deputy here tells me that you have something urgent to tell me?” Sheriff Valenti says to me as his deputy escorts me into his office. He motions for me to sit in the seat across from his desk and I do as I’m told, still feeling a bit nervous about being here.
“Now, what seems to be the problem Liz?” He asks in a more friendly tone once his deputy leaves and shuts the door behind him. I relax a bit in my seat as I fumble around in my bag looking for the envelope that I received earlier.
As soon as my mind started to work again after I received the letter, I told Max I would call him later, hastily threw on my shoes and jacket and ran all the way here.
“I-I got a letter.” I say quietly as I hand Valenti the envelope. He studies it for a brief moment, turning it around in his hand and noticing that there’s no postmark or senders address.
“Who’s it from?” He looks at me curiously over the top of the envelope as he fumbles around in his drawers for something.
“I-I don’t know. But I think that it could be…” I leave the answer hanging because I know he’s thinking the same thing as me.
“How would they know that you’re here though Liz?”
“I don’t know.” I mumble as I look at my shoes.
The sheriff pulls out tweezers from his desk drawer and cautiously opens the envelope in anticipation for what comes next. He pulls out the small piece of paper, no more than ten centimetres wide and his eyes widen when he reads the words written in blood.
“Hansen, get in here, NOW!” Valenti yells into his phone on his desk as he places the piece of paper down on the envelope and lets out a deep sigh.
“Yes sir?” Hansen says in his distinctively southern accent as he opens the office door.
“Get forensics on the phone and ask them to send someone out immediately.” Valenti orders, receiving a nod from Hansen before he closes the door, once again giving us privacy.
“Sheriff… there’s something else I have to tell you.” I say regretfully. I guess now is the perfect time to tell him about what happened that night a month ago.
“Go on.” He urges me. I take a deep breath and continue, knowing that he’s bound to blow up at me for not reporting it.
“About a month ago, I was walking home from Maria Deluca’s house when someone started to follow me. It was one of his employee’s.” I say with guilt, never once looking up to see the disappointment in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you come and tell me about it? We could have stopped all this before it started Liz!”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think it was important.” I cry, pleading with him to see it from my point of view.
He lets out a small sigh and stand up, moving around his desk so he can sit on the edge and face me. It’s a common move when people are trying not to come off as a threat or competition, but an equal. I’m almost positive that he’s about to offer me a brandy and a cigar, but thankfully for me, he’s not a corrupt sheriff and instead he tries to talk to me about my ‘problem’.
“Liz, I realise that you thought it was best to keep it to yourself, so you don’t make a disturbance, but you have to see it from my point of view. These people that are after you wont stop until your dead. If it was up to them, you would have been dead a long time ago, but your father was a very well respected lawyer in Sante Fe, and he had many friends in the law enforcement industry, and all of them made me promise to keep you safe. Why do you think they sent you to live with your Godparents? According to all the papers, your Godparents live in California, not Roswell.
“We’ve had all of the best security over the prison that Marco Caprarelli is in, making sure that he has no way of communicating with anyone apart from prison guards. We made sure that there was absolutely no way for him to find you here Liz, and yet the minute that he did, you shrugged it off, like being killed was the least of your worries. Why didn’t you come and tell me Liz?” He asks me sincerely and I know that he’s expecting an answer, but I just can’t give him one.
“I think that you should tell your uncle and aunty about-”
“NO!” I cut him off, straight away refusing what he’s been trying to convince me to do ever since I came to Roswell. Being in alliance with the towns Sheriff isn’t exactly something that I want known around the town, hence another reason why I turned Kyle down. I really don’t want his dad breathing down my neck every time I’m over at their house.
“Liz, will you please just think about this for a moment? You are putting your Aunty and Uncle at risk every time you set foot in that restaurant. You are putting all your friends at risk every time you go somewhere with them. You are more importantly putting yourself at risk when you get stalked by one of Caprarelli’s hit men as your walking back from a friend’s house and don’t inform anyone about it! Now, its my legal responsibility to inform Jeff and Nancy about the dangers you and they are in, but since I respected your father too much, and you basically pleaded me not to, I left that chore up to you.
“Caprarelli has found you Liz. I don’t know how he did it, but I know that there are at least three of his best employee’s in New Mexico, or more specifically Roswell, and they have a job that wont be finished until your dead! You have to stop trying to protect everyone around you and start thinking about protecting yourself Liz. Please will you just think about this, if not for me, but for everyone that you’re putting in danger?”
I nod my head silently; knowing that the last thing I want is for anything to happen to my uncle or aunty because of me, but I just don’t know how to tell them. Or Maria and Max for that matter. How am I going to explain to the boy that I’m in love with that he’s now going to be a main target when the people who want me dead come looking for me, and that when he was being my ‘body guard’ he was potentially putting himself in more danger than he thought?
How the hell am I going to tell him?
~*~*~*~*~*~
I leave the police station about an hour afterwards. It took an entire hour for Valenti to make me promise that if anything else happens to go to him straight away, and then he told me that forensics will look at the letter and he’ll get the results back to me in about two days, if there are any results. Caprarelli’s people are smart. They know what they’re doing and how to not get caught, so I doubt that they just happened to forget to wear gloves when handling the letter.
I can feel something. I know that something big is about to happen, and if what was written on the envelope is any indication, its going to happen soon. I also know that they’re waiting for the right time to strike, when I’ll least expect it.
Its times like these that I hate my father.
If he wasn’t such a good lawyer, Caprarelli would have never been convicted of murder and my family would have never had a bounty put on our heads… and my parents would still be alive.
I quickly wipe away the tears from my ears when I hear a familiar voice coming form across the street. His deep rumble has a soothing effect on me whenever I’m near and I once again have to pinch myself just to make sure that he’s really mine.
Tess. A scowl forms over my face as I hear him yell at he person who he’s standing with. I walk out from behind the 4wd that was blocking my view of the argument across the street from me and just watch Max. I’m eager to see what he’ll do when I’m not around. Will he pull her into his arms, kiss her senseless and then pull away so he can laugh with her about how well they’re both playing me? Or will he tell her to fuck off?
“You leave her out of this! I swear to God Tess, if you come anywhere near Liz or I ever again…” He yells, and I can see the veins bulging at the side of his neck from the anger she's causing him.
She whispers something to him before scampering off like the little dog she is.
Max stands there for a brief moment before he lets out an extremely loud sigh and covers his head with his hands and he tries to fight of the scream I know is inside of him right this second.
I take this as my cue to announce my presence and slowly walk across the street towards him and he tries to calm down his rapid breathing. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head against his strong back as I breathe in his scent.
He jumps from the contact and immediately spins around, probably assuming I was Tess back for another round of ‘how dumb can I be’.
“Liz…” he gasps once he sees that it’s me and not Tess.
“Ruff day?” I ask huskily as he pulls me tight against him in a strong hug.
“God I needed to see you.” He whispers in my ear before placing a soft kiss against my lips.
“Wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head back and forth as his answer before gruffly telling me “No more talking” and taking my lips against his in a passionate kiss, pulling me tighter against his body.
Its then that I decide that he’s safer not knowing about how screwed up my life is. He has enough problems of his own without worrying about whether I’m going to be killed today.
<center>Chapter 31
~Liz~</center>
“Miss Parker. My deputy here tells me that you have something urgent to tell me?” Sheriff Valenti says to me as his deputy escorts me into his office. He motions for me to sit in the seat across from his desk and I do as I’m told, still feeling a bit nervous about being here.
“Now, what seems to be the problem Liz?” He asks in a more friendly tone once his deputy leaves and shuts the door behind him. I relax a bit in my seat as I fumble around in my bag looking for the envelope that I received earlier.
As soon as my mind started to work again after I received the letter, I told Max I would call him later, hastily threw on my shoes and jacket and ran all the way here.
“I-I got a letter.” I say quietly as I hand Valenti the envelope. He studies it for a brief moment, turning it around in his hand and noticing that there’s no postmark or senders address.
“Who’s it from?” He looks at me curiously over the top of the envelope as he fumbles around in his drawers for something.
“I-I don’t know. But I think that it could be…” I leave the answer hanging because I know he’s thinking the same thing as me.
“How would they know that you’re here though Liz?”
“I don’t know.” I mumble as I look at my shoes.
The sheriff pulls out tweezers from his desk drawer and cautiously opens the envelope in anticipation for what comes next. He pulls out the small piece of paper, no more than ten centimetres wide and his eyes widen when he reads the words written in blood.
“Hansen, get in here, NOW!” Valenti yells into his phone on his desk as he places the piece of paper down on the envelope and lets out a deep sigh.
“Yes sir?” Hansen says in his distinctively southern accent as he opens the office door.
“Get forensics on the phone and ask them to send someone out immediately.” Valenti orders, receiving a nod from Hansen before he closes the door, once again giving us privacy.
“Sheriff… there’s something else I have to tell you.” I say regretfully. I guess now is the perfect time to tell him about what happened that night a month ago.
“Go on.” He urges me. I take a deep breath and continue, knowing that he’s bound to blow up at me for not reporting it.
“About a month ago, I was walking home from Maria Deluca’s house when someone started to follow me. It was one of his employee’s.” I say with guilt, never once looking up to see the disappointment in his eyes.
“Why didn’t you come and tell me about it? We could have stopped all this before it started Liz!”
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think it was important.” I cry, pleading with him to see it from my point of view.
He lets out a small sigh and stand up, moving around his desk so he can sit on the edge and face me. It’s a common move when people are trying not to come off as a threat or competition, but an equal. I’m almost positive that he’s about to offer me a brandy and a cigar, but thankfully for me, he’s not a corrupt sheriff and instead he tries to talk to me about my ‘problem’.
“Liz, I realise that you thought it was best to keep it to yourself, so you don’t make a disturbance, but you have to see it from my point of view. These people that are after you wont stop until your dead. If it was up to them, you would have been dead a long time ago, but your father was a very well respected lawyer in Sante Fe, and he had many friends in the law enforcement industry, and all of them made me promise to keep you safe. Why do you think they sent you to live with your Godparents? According to all the papers, your Godparents live in California, not Roswell.
“We’ve had all of the best security over the prison that Marco Caprarelli is in, making sure that he has no way of communicating with anyone apart from prison guards. We made sure that there was absolutely no way for him to find you here Liz, and yet the minute that he did, you shrugged it off, like being killed was the least of your worries. Why didn’t you come and tell me Liz?” He asks me sincerely and I know that he’s expecting an answer, but I just can’t give him one.
“I think that you should tell your uncle and aunty about-”
“NO!” I cut him off, straight away refusing what he’s been trying to convince me to do ever since I came to Roswell. Being in alliance with the towns Sheriff isn’t exactly something that I want known around the town, hence another reason why I turned Kyle down. I really don’t want his dad breathing down my neck every time I’m over at their house.
“Liz, will you please just think about this for a moment? You are putting your Aunty and Uncle at risk every time you set foot in that restaurant. You are putting all your friends at risk every time you go somewhere with them. You are more importantly putting yourself at risk when you get stalked by one of Caprarelli’s hit men as your walking back from a friend’s house and don’t inform anyone about it! Now, its my legal responsibility to inform Jeff and Nancy about the dangers you and they are in, but since I respected your father too much, and you basically pleaded me not to, I left that chore up to you.
“Caprarelli has found you Liz. I don’t know how he did it, but I know that there are at least three of his best employee’s in New Mexico, or more specifically Roswell, and they have a job that wont be finished until your dead! You have to stop trying to protect everyone around you and start thinking about protecting yourself Liz. Please will you just think about this, if not for me, but for everyone that you’re putting in danger?”
I nod my head silently; knowing that the last thing I want is for anything to happen to my uncle or aunty because of me, but I just don’t know how to tell them. Or Maria and Max for that matter. How am I going to explain to the boy that I’m in love with that he’s now going to be a main target when the people who want me dead come looking for me, and that when he was being my ‘body guard’ he was potentially putting himself in more danger than he thought?
How the hell am I going to tell him?
~*~*~*~*~*~
I leave the police station about an hour afterwards. It took an entire hour for Valenti to make me promise that if anything else happens to go to him straight away, and then he told me that forensics will look at the letter and he’ll get the results back to me in about two days, if there are any results. Caprarelli’s people are smart. They know what they’re doing and how to not get caught, so I doubt that they just happened to forget to wear gloves when handling the letter.
I can feel something. I know that something big is about to happen, and if what was written on the envelope is any indication, its going to happen soon. I also know that they’re waiting for the right time to strike, when I’ll least expect it.
Its times like these that I hate my father.
If he wasn’t such a good lawyer, Caprarelli would have never been convicted of murder and my family would have never had a bounty put on our heads… and my parents would still be alive.
I quickly wipe away the tears from my ears when I hear a familiar voice coming form across the street. His deep rumble has a soothing effect on me whenever I’m near and I once again have to pinch myself just to make sure that he’s really mine.
Tess. A scowl forms over my face as I hear him yell at he person who he’s standing with. I walk out from behind the 4wd that was blocking my view of the argument across the street from me and just watch Max. I’m eager to see what he’ll do when I’m not around. Will he pull her into his arms, kiss her senseless and then pull away so he can laugh with her about how well they’re both playing me? Or will he tell her to fuck off?
“You leave her out of this! I swear to God Tess, if you come anywhere near Liz or I ever again…” He yells, and I can see the veins bulging at the side of his neck from the anger she's causing him.
She whispers something to him before scampering off like the little dog she is.
Max stands there for a brief moment before he lets out an extremely loud sigh and covers his head with his hands and he tries to fight of the scream I know is inside of him right this second.
I take this as my cue to announce my presence and slowly walk across the street towards him and he tries to calm down his rapid breathing. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head against his strong back as I breathe in his scent.
He jumps from the contact and immediately spins around, probably assuming I was Tess back for another round of ‘how dumb can I be’.
“Liz…” he gasps once he sees that it’s me and not Tess.
“Ruff day?” I ask huskily as he pulls me tight against him in a strong hug.
“God I needed to see you.” He whispers in my ear before placing a soft kiss against my lips.
“Wanna talk about it?”
He shakes his head back and forth as his answer before gruffly telling me “No more talking” and taking my lips against his in a passionate kiss, pulling me tighter against his body.
Its then that I decide that he’s safer not knowing about how screwed up my life is. He has enough problems of his own without worrying about whether I’m going to be killed today.