Creative Practice Day 10

"Ahh, Jeroboam! So good of you to drop in."  "Lindel." Jeroboam stiffy replied.  "Still so cagey? Surely its not because you truly think I was involved in that terrible accident do you? I wasn't even in the same city"  "Only a guilty man offers such pithy defenses so soon" "What a truism from the military hero. I do hope your trial goes well. It must be so hard being a suspect in a murder. Oh, but I was curious. Did she scream when she fell from the balcony? I thought if anyone would know it would be you," Jeroboam grimaced. Anja had screamed, but he would never have killed his wife.  "I pray you meet the same end you gave Anja, Lindel. Only then will my spirit rest." "Ever the noble knight. Fear not Jeroboam," Lindel whispered, putting his marred face and gemstone eyes near Jeroboam's face, "You'll be joining Anja soon enough. And even then my soul will not rest. For I have much work to do." He strode away, waving a lazy hand as if their conversation was about the weather. "Ta ta!"    Rage built inside Jeroboam's spirit. His wrath was like ice, a hoary splintering frost creeping from his heart to every part of him. Perhaps there would be no justice from the courts. He knew they had been rigged. Perhaps the world would never find out the truth. Did the truth matter, though, if he took Lindel down with him?    "Lindel?" Lindel stopped theatrically, and slowly turned, rose window behind him illuminating him like a church statue.  "A last word old friend? One final heroic exposition to put me in my place and set you in your proper moral high ground? Surely you have given up hope by now, your death approaches you swiftly." "You were right, Lindel." He paused, baffled for just a moment. A moment long enough for Jeroboam to slam his handcuffed form into him, taking them both through the rose window. They plummeted like stones, Lindel flailed, but Jeroboam saw only his wife.