Who Did It?
March 2nd, 2058. It was just another typical spring day in the small town of Greenwich, CT. Trees bursting full of green leaves, lining up neatly along the streets of picture perfect homes. On Washington Street, Jasmine Brown was getting ready for another Saturday routine. It was 11:30am and she left her white colonial style house to go to the local town gym to work out. Backing out her driveway she waved to her nosy neighbor Mrs. Williams and began the 15 minute drive to the gym. She arrived at the gym at 11:45 and worked out for 45 minutes. She did 20 minutes of cardio on the treadmill and then 25 minutes of weight training, doing 20 sets of arm and leg curls. Finishing her workout, she walked across the gym to the women’s locker room. Stripping off her sweaty clothes, she walked into the sauna, finding a bench to stretch out on and relax her muscles. Ten minutes later she hopped in the shower, got dressed and left the gym, heading to the grocery store across the gym. Jasmin ran into one of her clients that she just sold a house to.
“Hi Mr. Jackson! How are you? Are you settled into your house fully yet?” Jasmine asked.
“Yes. My wife and the kids are loving it there! You should see them running down the spiral staircase” he said laughing.
“I’m so glad you guys love it! Give me a call if there’s anything else that you need. Have a good day and it was good seeing you. Take care!” Jasmine said as she walked to the register. Leaving the grocery store she headed across town to pick up her and her husband’s Jason’s dry cleaning, and then to the local bank. Pulling up to the drive thru ATM, the radio began to play her favorite song, “Sorry” by Justin Bieber.
“Is it too late now to say sooooorrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyy” Jasmine sang out loud.
When her transaction was completed, Jasmine began the drive back to her house. Driving down the main road her phone began to ring.
“Darn it, now where is that damn phone” Jasmine muttered to herself.
Taking care to not take her eyes off the road she steered her Jeep Wrangler with one hand while she rummaged through her purse with the other. The ringer stopped before she could answer. Oh well if it’s important they will call back she thought to herself. Ten minutes later she looked into her review mirror to see gang of police cars speeding in her direction.
“My God I wonder what happened that there’s so many of them, let me pull over” she muttered.
Jasmine pulled the jeep to side and watched as a hail of police cars rushed passed her, going in the direction of her home.
“I hope that where they’re going, everything is ok” she said as she said a quick prayer.
Pulling back on to the road she resumed the drive back to her home, the barrage of police cars forgotten about. Turning down her tree lined street her mouth dropped open as she realized that the police cars that drove past her on the main road where now in front of her home.
“No, no, no, noooooooo” she began to wail.
She barely put her car into park before she hopped out running toward the open front door. “Ma’am, ma’am, you can’t go in there!” an officer yelled, but it was barely registering in Jasmine’s ears. She made it to the foyer before an officer blocked her way, saying “I’m sorry but you can’t be in here right now”.
“My husband, my husband, where is he?!” Jasmine sobbed.
The officer had a stricken look on his face as he replied “Let’s go to the kitchen and get you a glass of water.”
“I need to see Jason, where is he, please I need to see him” she sobbed as the officer led her to the kitchen.
“Here ma’am have a seat on the stool while I get you some water” the officer said.
Jasmine had a seat and the officer went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water. “Here you go” the officer said.
Just as Jasmine was about to take a sip water another officer walked into the kitchen, not seeing her and said “I can’t believe that they did that poor fellow like that. All that blood, it seems really hateful. I can’t imagine what we’re going to tell his wife. Poor lady, I don’t know how anyone can handle that.”
Running on adrenaline Jasmine gets up and runs up the stairs, dodging police officers as though she was a running back. Reaching her bedroom door, all she sees is blood. It seemed to cover everything. There was blood on the walls, on the bed and a huge pool on the floor, and right in the middle of the pool was her beloved husband, Jason.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” she screamed, falling to her knees.
Next thing she knew she was vomiting everything in her stomach out. Everything she had for breakfast came up, all the turkey bacon, egg, and orange juice she had this morning.
“Jesus, get this woman out of here! Now the crime scene is contaminated. You know how much more work we’re going to have to do! SHIT!” a big, black officer with burly arms yelled. His name plate read Dt. J. Allen.
Officers ran into the room and immediately began securing it. One of them, a young rookie white woman with blond hair approached Jasmine and escorted her out the room.
“I can’t believe he’s gone, what am I going to do without him. He was my everything” she sobbed.
“I’m sorry ma’am, let’s get you some tea. My name is Brittany Smith and I work with Dt. Allen. He’s usually a lot nicer but you did mess up that crime scene pretty bad. But we’re awesome at our jobs, and we’ll get to the bottom of this” Brittany said.
All Jasmine could do was nod as Brittany sat her down on the kitchen stool.
“I’m going to make us some tea now” Brittany said.
“Ok” Jasmine whispered.
(20 minutes later)
Dt. Allen walks into the kitchen and turns to Jasmine.
“Ma’am my name is Dt. Allen. Is there anyone that you can call to come be here with you right now? I have a couple of questions I need to ask you and then we need to find you a place to stay.”
“I have a sister who lives about an hour and a half away” jasmine spoke softly.
“Write the number here” Dt. Allen said, before turning to another officer in the room. “You” he points, “call this number and tell the sister that her sister had an emergency and we need her to meet us here.”
Turning back to Jasmine he asked her name and age, and then asked her husband’s name and age. “How long have you guys been married?” Dt. Allen asked.
“Would have been four years this June” Jasmine whispered.
“Is there anyone you know that had an issue with your husband or would want to do this?” he asked.
Jasmine shook her head no. Before Dt. Allen could say another word, an officer walked in and whispered something in his ear. Dt. Allen nodded and then closed his notebook.
“I want you to stay calm Mrs. Brown. There are a bunch of reporters outside. Your sister just pulled up. We are going to escort you to her car, and she is going to take you to her house where you will stay until further notice from us. Everything is considered evidence so you can’t take anything out the house. Brittany, escort her to the car with the two officers waiting in the foyer. Mrs. Brown, I’ll be in touch” and with that Dt. Allen turned around and went back upstairs.
“You ready Mrs. Brown?” Brittany asked.
Jasmine nodded. Soon as they got to the door, all Jasmine saw was a huge crowd of reporters, with her neighbors standing amongst them, everyone with mixed looks of excitement, horror and shock. As soon as they saw her a loud murmur rose from the crowd and reporters began hurling questions towards her.
“Please no comment, no comment” Brittany said as she and her two fellow officers escorted Jasmine toward the car. Jasmine made it safely and immediately collapsed into her sisters’ arms.
“It’s ok, its ok, I’m here now. I’m here. I’m sorry, I love you Jas” her sister said.
Five minutes passed before Brittany spoke saying “we have to get going.” Jasmine sister put the car in drive and they make the long drive to her house, with Jasmine silently sobbing, until she cried herself to sleep……….
(6 months later)
“All rise for the Honorable Judge Mooney” said the court officer. Everyone rises to their feet. The judge walks out of his chambers and takes a sit at the bench.
“You may all be seated” Judge Mooney says.
“We’re here today for the final verdict in the case of the State vs Jasmine Brown”. “Can the defendant rise” says the court officer. Jasmine rises.
“After 2 months of deliberation, the jury has reached a verdict. On the charge of first degree murder, the jury finds the defendant guilty” he reads. On the charge of premediated murder the jury finds the defendant guilty. On the final charge of tampering with evidence the jury finds the defendant guilty” the court officer read.
Jasmine stood throughout the whole verdict reading with a stone face. Not an ounce of emotion flickered across her face.
The judge looked into jasmines cold eyes and said “I am happy with the verdict that the jury has reached. Looking at all the evidence that the prosecutor and the state has presented in this courtroom, you are a despicable person. How anyone can murder someone they’re married to in cold blood, and in the heinous manner that you did it, makes me sick to my stomach. Then you went about your day, as though nothing happened, only finally placing a 911 call the exact time we have you on video at the dry cleaners is disgusting. I want to applaud Dt. Allen and Brittany Smith for their diligent work on this case and for solving it. People like you don’t deserve to be on the streets. With that being said, I sentence you to life in prison without the possibility of parole, effective immediately.” Judge Mooney bangs his gravel and says “Court dismissed.”
The court officer places handcuffs on Jasmine. As she is being led out the courtroom, she turns to give one final look at the people in the courtroom. In that moment, she winks and then slowly gives a creepy smile. THE END