Hello, Little Sparrow by Jordan Jones (the reading list .TXT) 📕

going to bring her back. I want to make this right. I’ll give you money. I’ll donate everything I have to a foundation or something. Please, just let me go. My wife and kids are going to be home. They can’t see me like this.”

“They won’t,” Brooks said coldly. “It’s disappointing that you don’t care to understand what’s happening here, though, I have to admit.” He walked back over to Montgomery for a final time and got on both knees in front of him. “You could’ve made something with your life, Doctor. You really could’ve.”

Montgomery’s eyes grew wide, as he came to a realization.

“You…you’re the killer, aren’t you?” His lips grew numb as he spoke, making it difficult for his breath to escape his mouth. “The Sparrow…that’s what they call you, isn’t it?”

Brooks leaned in. “I’m but a phoenix rising from the ashes one more time to claim another life. My fiery wings glide gracefully across the sky, making all those who walk beneath me turn from their ways, and end the suffering they call life.” He looked back to Montgomery. “You can call me what you will, for it doesn’t hold any bearing on what happens here tonight.”

Montgomery started to cry, as confused as he was terrified. “Please…” he whispered. “Please let me go. I don’t want to die. Please, I’m begging you.”

Brooks looked at him in the eyes. His expression was blank and his eyes turned back to black.

“I hope you take comfort in the fact that it never really mattered how brightly my ember glowed,” he said. “You were always going to die.” He plunged his knife in the doctor’s gut, turned it upside down, and brought it up to his sternum.

Chapter Forty-Four

“What is it?” I asked a patrolman as I stepped out of my Charger. My watch said 6:44 a.m.

“It’s pretty bad, from what I’ve heard,” he said. “The entire place has been ransacked, top to bottom. The wife came home early this morning and found him in his study.”

The house towered over us as we walked closer. “What does — did this guy do?”

“Surgeon.”

“That’d explain the house,” I replied, looking up to the second story.

“I think they said his wife was away on business or something,” the officer continued. “She came in early this morning on a red-eye from San Francisco.”

We stopped at the steps and I saw the alarm system blinking, displaying a message that it had been disabled due to power failure.

“How convenient,” I muttered.

I walked through the front door and past several officers who were looking over the place. LT Anderson waved me from the top of the stairs and I followed him up. The pictures on the wall were of the once happy family, though there was a subtle coldness to them, as if the husband was sitting just far enough away from the wife to convey any intimacy.

The daughter in the picture forced a smile as if to say, “My parents don’t love each other and are making me do this.”

“Trotter,” LT said. “C’mon.”

The massive second flood study was surrounded with medical journals. A flat screen television and DVD player were haphazardly placed on the edge of a marble tabletop with the disc tray extended.

The awkward facing of the television contrasted with the elegance of the imported table. It didn’t belong there.

The smoldering fire had burnt through the night, though it was just billowing smoke as we entered.

The surgeon’s body lay on his back with his feet on the floor. He was stretched over the oversized oak desk with many of the items pushed off onto the floor, smashing vases to bits.

His body was obviously sliced from his lower abdomen up into his chest, with the cut going in deeper as it went up.

I covered my mouth with a handkerchief.

“He wanted another spectacle,” LT Anderson said from behind me.

I nodded, trying again to catch my breath. The entire room smelled of iron with a heavy display of blood throughout.

“This looks overdone,” I said. “I’d say the initial stabbing happened over in this chair, then he was drug over to the desk for the grand finale.”

“Ugh…” Harlow said from the doorway. “It’s hard to get used to this.”

“I know I never will,” I said.

Benjamin stood up from behind the desk with a ziploc bag and latex gloves on his hands.

“He left another one of his ‘presents’ again,” he said.

In the middle of his chest, a large buck knife was stuck deep, with a piece of paper matted in blood to his button-up shirt.

Hello, Little Sparrow,

 

My time has almost come. The little flies are flying around the room again, but I know they’re not real this time. My reality is changing by the day. My pain is growing more severe. It hurts.

I won’t sugar coat it any longer. I know what the big bad man does in the darkness, but it will soon come to light. I cannot hear your screams any longer…I mean, I can hear them, I just choose to bury my head inside my pillowcase, as my physical body is useless to combat him.

I’m so sorry. I should’ve left when I had the chance. Slowly, slowly, my sanity seems to escape me. I’m seeing things…hearing things.

I’ve found lost items I haven’t seen in years just sitting on my nightstand without any explanation. My heart breaks.

My bed is worn with age, and I sleep alone. Who knows what he’s up to? I couldn’t care less…but I care so much.

My head is throbbing.

He came into my life like a tornado and he’s leaving like a hurricane. I cannot believe he swept me off my feet all those years ago.

My, my, Little Sparrow. If my head would turn, I’d