The End!!!!!!!!!!!

     Charles took Lexa by the hand making her take a shower to clean herself up and wash the blood from her hair. While she did this Charles went into little Jason's room where the small boy sat frightened trembling in his tiny bed. Charles told him everything was going to be alright but he needed for him to get dressed as it was necessary for him to leave with his 'mother'. Lexa quickly finished as she dried her shivering naked body then she rushed to ready herself to leave, downstairs Lexa met Charles who held the boy in his arms, out by his car parked under the portico. He explained to Lexa that now Xation was dead she would stand to inherit a fortune, but now she had to leave the property as it was a crime scene.
     "But what about you Charles?" she asked a sad tone in her voice.
     "Don't worry about me.., Leah." he said with a very serious look in his eyes. "Take 'your' son and go to a hotel, order a bottle of wine and come back here in the morning. You must tell the police you and Xation had a fight and you left with your child." he explained as he noticed under the porch light the red marks on her thin neck. "Here take this," he said handing her about $1000.00 and an envelope that was addressed to the Red Cross; which contained the cashier's check. "Take this to the post office off Slyvan and 30, the directions are on the seat.

     "Charles please come with us!" she begged her dear, sweet, friend but he refused instead he gave her a long passionate kiss and said goodbye, knowing full well he would never see his dear, sweet Lexa whom he loved above all else, nor would he see Leah's little boy ever again. Lexa wiped away many tears as she pulled away from the great house; which soon would be hers. As the image of Charles grew smaller in the rear view mirror Lexa shook her head wiping away the many bitter tears which flowed from eyes like water down a mountain. She knew not what Charles was about to do. She was fearful he might now go off and put a bullet in his head. Jason shook uncontrollably as the two drove on.

As he watched her drive away in the little silver car he waved and smiled then he went back upstairs and sat on the side of the massive four poster bed where he took out his cell phone and called 911.
     "911. What is your emergency?"
     "Yes, hello. My name is Michael Cullen. I am at 3427 Prince Lane and I have just shot and killed Xavier Antonio De La Rosa Diaz." he said calmly.
     "You shot him?" asked the worried dispatcher.
     "Yes."
     "Are you sure he's dead?"
     "Oh, please hold." he paused went over to Xation's naked bloody body and pulled out his gun and shot him twice in the heart then he came back to the phone and said "I'm sure now."
     The dispatcher sat there shocked for a moment in silence then she instructed him to leave the weapon in the house and go outside and wait for the police and ambulance. He suggested she send the coroner instead.

Now as it happened Mr. Pruce had sobered up and finally made it to Xation's just right before the cops showed up. When they came upon him he had no idea what was happening. The officers pulled him out of his car, weapons drawn and hand cuffed him, tossing Mr.Pruce in the back of one the cruisers. He was confused and in a panic as he saw the lights and sirens of the waiting ambulance switch off; which always meant the patient was no longer living and when he saw Charles step out of the house his hands raised above his head he knew immediately that could only mean one thing. Bengiman Pruce's heart broke that day for the first time in his life. His best friend in the entire world was dead! "Charles I will fucking kill you!" he shouted out from the squad car as Charles walked past him as he turned, hands cuffed behind his back, as he laughed at Mr.Pruce before he himself was placed in the back of a police cruiser. Then it was the duty of the officer's to transport the two suspects to the Justice Center in down town Dallas. They were both questioned and two days later three officers from The Metro Police Department flew all the way from London to take Mr.Pruce back to a prison cell. And our dear Charles Le Mesa, born Michael Cullen, was later found guilty of murder in the first degree, to which he fully confessed his long list of crimes. Whereupon the punishment was decided and he was sentenced to die by lethal injection by the Great State of Texas.    

       THE END