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“I have a distorted view of you, only because you are the one who gave me that

view.” Marishka said between clenched teeth.







        “You’re not getting away with this I thought you left Russia to get away from the


Russian Mob.”


        “No I followed them here.”


        “Everything that I believed about you changing your ways was a lie.”  Marishka


said still in shock from what she was hearing.


        Marishka felt a relief when the beat cop climbed out of the passenger seat of the


car, and cuffed her father.  She was thankful she had brought the new cop with her,


she was young, but she was good.  Her name was Alma, and it seemed she was born to


be a cop, and right now Marishka was more than thankful for her.  If she was not there


Marishka could have easily died.


        "Are you okay Captain Alksei?”  Alma asked.


        “I guess.”  I told Alma not very convincingly.


        “I am sorry this happened.”


        “It’s not you’re fault Alma, but thank you for being here, I think before long you


are do for a promotion.”


        “That’s not why I am here.”


        “I know Alma, but you deserve it, you are a good Cop.”


        “Thank you, that means the world coming from you.”


        I was truly grateful Alma was there, I did not know what I would have done


without her.  She truly deserved to be promoted from Beat Cop, maybe I would put


her in the special crimes unit where Jacob and I were.  It would be nice to have her as


part of our group, because I knew she would be good at it.


        When I got to the station with my father I felt as if I was living a bad dream this


was not easy.  My father had paid for someone to kidnap my sister and now she might


be dead, the thought sent shivers through her.


        Jacob gave Marishka a look as if to tell her he was sorry and he would be there


for her as Alma walked in Marishka’s father to the station where he would be booked. 


It was hard for Mairshka to have to go through this, but it was harder for Sandy, and


they knew that.


        “Marishka I am here for you through this.”  Jacob said kneeling down to look at


his wife eye to eye.


        “Thank you Jacob.”  Marishka said, at that moment she wanted to just melt in her


husband’s arms, but she had to get on with the integration.


        “You want me in the interrogation room with you for this?”  Jacob asked, feeling


helpless, not knowing how to help his wife.


        “I think that would be a good idea.”  Marishka said, trying hard to fight back the


tears.  “I need you Jacob.”  This was worse for her then when she had been told she


would never walk again.


        "Marishka, I didn’t do anything. You don’t have any evidence against me there is


no way you can hold me. I’ll be out of here in a matter of hours."


        “You wouldn’t be here if we didn’t have any evidence against you.”  Marishka


stated in a matter of fact tone.


        Hatred radiated from his eyes as her father stared at daughter. He knew they had


all they needed to lock him away for the rest of his life.


        Marishka could feel the hatred radiating from her father he could see it in the way


his eyes boar into her, and it hurt.  He was suppose to be her father, why was there so


much hatred in his eyes?  It was a question she may never get an answer too.


        “Why are you doing this Dad?  Sandy is your daughter!”  Marishka said willing


herself not to cry, she was not going to give her father the satisfaction of her tears, she


could cry when she got home, cry in Jacob’s arms.


        "Where is Sandy?" Jacob said, planting his hands firmly on the table. "If you tell


us where she is, your sentence will be lighter, if you don’t the judge is going to throw


you under in the darkest cell and throw the key away."


        “Do you think I am going to break that easily?” Marishka’s father said, looking at


Jacob with hatred.


        Marishka’s father maintained his stony silence, staring straight ahead.


        “I think if you don’t break and break soon, you are going to regret it.  You will be


facing murder charges, and you will receive the death penalty.  I can make sure of


that.”  Marishka said, finding her voice again, letting her father know that he was not


going to intimidate her.


        “It’s up to a jury to decide.”  Marishka’s father said smugly.


        “Well how well do you think they are going to take it when they find out you had


your own daughter kidnapped, and were behind the death of your youngest daughter


and were behind the shooting that took my ability to walk away from me, and you


were behind Sophia’s suffering too.  She may have died, but you did not even care!” 


Marishka screamed.


        “You have nothing to say now?”  Jacob asked, slamming his fist down on the


table.  “How can one person be so full of hate?”


        "It’s not about hate, it’s about maintaining my identity and freedom." He said


between tight lips. "I couldn’t let Sandy find out the truth."


        “Don’t give me that lie.” Marishka said, clenching her fists so tightly they were


turning white.


        "I know you don’t believe me, but I don’t know where she is. I ordered my men


to kidnap her, but I instructed them not to give me any details except to tell me it had


been done. I told them to take her and torture her. I was also behind the rocks in the


windows. I was hoping they would send you on a wild goose chase. "



        “You’re right I don’t believe you, you have been spending all my life lying to me! 


Why should I believe you now?”  Marishka was growing more frustrated by the




            "Because I’m telling the truth now. I told them to hold her for a while and then


kill her. I don’t know where they have her now."


        "Because I’m telling the truth now. I told them to hold her for a while and then


kill her. I don’t know where they have her now."


            Marishka was having a hard time trying to control the anger she had directed at


her father.  This was not easy, none of this was easy, but it was a battle she had to fight


for her sisters sake.


            “Quit explaining everything away.  You said this is why you are doing what you


are doing to Sandy, but why did you have Anna killed?  She didn’t do anything to you.”


            “She tainted our name, she was a Whore !”  Her Father screamed, and Marishka


shivered at the words.



        "Prison doesn’t scare me, sweetheart. I’ve been there before. Both here and in


Russia. During the time you went to live with your grandmother, I was doing time for


killing a man, manslaughter was the charge."


        “Why am I not surprised?” Marishka asked, the anger seething in her.


        "Because you have a distorted view of me. You resent me for doing what had to


be done." He replied smugly. "I had to protect the family name. We couldn’t have


Sandy coming back after all these years and wanting to be a part of the family. That


would have meant admitting having put her up for adoption."


        Marishka felt the anger seethe in her, she knew she should not let the anger get to


her.  She was suppose to be a Christian, but at that moment she was not feeling very


Christ like.  It was hard for her to deal with this, to deal with any of this.  She wanted


to wake up and find this was all a bad dream that her father was not really sitting in


the interrogation room being questioned on the disappearance of her sister Sandy.


        “I have a distorted view of you, only because you are the one who gave me that


view.”  Marishka said between clenched teeth.


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Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado 8/10/2006
Michelle and Sarah,

Excellent collaboration; keep up the great work you two!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

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