Entry 10


Entry 10: Trap House

23 September @ 0740H ET

It was 0556 when Marva glanced at the small, white numbers posted in the right corner of her MacBook Pro. The towering hotel windows were sealed shut; shielding guests from the hustle and bustle of city life, and suicide, of course. Dodging morbid thoughts while traversing a sprawling landscape littered with sparsely connected clues, was virtually impossible. Yet, she labored over the details in a painstakingly difficult fashion, hunting down minuscule suspicions like a rabid animal. 

First, the investigation for subjective, Hidden Creek Apartment Home (H.C.A.H.) resident experiences commenced…

If the reviews were accurate, H.C.A.H, for all intents and purposes, bore the marks of what Marva referred to as a trap house, or known residence where drug activity occurs. Moreover, a consensus amongst residents included the assumption that the leasing office showed little concern in regard to ensuring the safety of occupants and guests.

“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire…” Marva frantically scanned local news reports for critical information that was easily overlooked by those who weren’t afforded a ten thousand mile viewpoint.

“Drug activity, the S.W.A.T. team, a double homicide in 2018 at the same complex involving a toddler? This is insane! Why haven’t city officials intervened? What the hell was my niece doing…” she barely mouthed the words before a blinding hot sensation pinpointed directly behind her right eye. One of two scenarios were occurring; either Marva was experiencing a stress-induced mild stroke, or she was dangerously close to experiencing a stress-induced mild stroke.

She was lost. Darian was lost. It was time to shut down.

Coming – Entry 11: Special Delivery

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Entry 09: This & That

15 September @ 1530H ET

Fifty plus years of life was beginning to take a toll on her knees and ibuprofen offered little relief from the constant aching. If there was ever a silver lining to the global pandemic, Delta Air Line was prepared to do the heavy mining. Marva booked her cross-country ticket despite misgivings regarding the safety of doing so, while attempting to stave off an irrefutable awareness of being deeply immersed within the mayhem. 

“Jesus, help me. I feel so old and ragged.” She passed the titanium AmEx charge card across the marble receptionist counter alongside her brand new REAL ID driver’s license. A four day reservation at the Hotel LeVeque would prove more than enough time to investigate leads within the local area that were slowly growing frigid. This brief stay presented an invaluable opportunity to dig into the details, case the crime scene and reluctantly familiarize oneself with the rank odor of premeditated murder(s).

The guest suite was immaculate, to say the least, which evoked a heartfelt moment of contemplation for its occupant.

“How can I be in here with all of this when she is out there with all of that?” Although brief shades of doubt were beginning to paint the perfect picture within her subconscious, it would be weeks before the truth lay bare. Notably, and perhaps most perplexing, was the fact that not one human soul claimed to have seen Darian Anne Slaise (real name) in person for roughly thirty-three days now. How an eighteen year old catholic school criminal managed to allude the watchful eyes of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) and Lima Police Department (LPD) was beyond comprehension. In a city where an aggregate of citizens would fail to pack the Cincinnati Bengal’s Paul Brown Stadium to capacity, Marva was tempted to drive an hour north to Lima in secrecy.

Yet, the possibility of encountering violence or family members of the deceased gentlemen proved a colossal deterrent. What would she say to the grieving mothers who lost their sons to gun violence before either victim was legally authorized to reserve a rental car. Marva, and every person that shared her surname, were warned to steer clear of the area by federal agents. In spite of societal fandom for true crime series, she was forced to acknowledge that the family now belonged to a club that absolutely no one desired to join. 

The plush teal sofa, escorted by oversized accent pillows, appeared cozy and inviting as sunrays warmed the living quarters. Following a customary walk-through of the premises, she slung the heavy black suitcase onto the bedroom carpet and clumsily fell backwards into a golden colored Chaise lounge. 

“Okay, I’ll use this bedroom to organize my documents and that bedroom for sleep.” Marva lazily pressed the toes of her right sneaker into the heel of the left, and vice versa, before violently kicking both tennis shoes across the room. She was either ravenously exhausted or exhaustedly ravenous; regardless, deciphering the true nature of either existence was virtually impossible. 

Coming – Entry 10: Trap House

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Entry 08: P.O.V.

07 September @ 1825H ET

Entry 08: P.O.V. © O.W. Showe

Coming – Entry 09: This & That

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Entry 07: Samantha Speaks

02 September @ 1105H ET

A heavy dosage of Ambien, combined with forty-eight hours of sleep proved the perfect concoction to jumpstart her sense of pseudo-normalcy. The mountain of clues, conjecture and omitted facts that enveloped the double homicide perched like a heavy boulder atop her chest. Marva was emotionally invested in the murders despite attempting to compartmentalize a burgeoning mountain of grief and despair. She knew the parents of Dominique Freeman (victim #2), having spent years as childhood friends playing pickup basketball games in Lima.

One generation playing with one another; the next generation killing one another.

Lima Native

As grieving parents, friends and family members prepared for the second funeral, many wondered if Samantha would magically appear at the procession. Marva, on the other hand, was beginning to contemplate whether her niece was dead or alive.

Several days would pass before a letter, void of a return address, would appear in the assortment of junk mail delivered to her post office box. Samantha was in grave danger and wanted the world to hear the truth… 

Entry 07: Samantha Speaks © O.W. Showe

Coming – Entry 08: P.O.V.

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Entry 06: Leland Avenue

29 August @ 1000H ET

The morning sunlight spayed into her bedroom, shimmied past the velvet drapes and settled onto Marva’s bronze skin. Forty-eight hours of continuous research was more than any one human being should be forced to endure in the span of several months, let alone a singular sitting. As she drifted into a deep slumber, vivid dreams bursting with aesthetic vibrance and a cryptic soundtrack infiltrated amidst a catastrophic darkness. 

Following a devastating investigatory report prepared by Huggy Bear, the search for answers swerved towards unchartered territory. Throughout the span of ten days, a series of drive-by shootings, three to be exact, jolted the calm streets of Lima in rapid succession subsequent to the double homicide that transpired on 05 August:

Incident #1: Double Homicide
Date: 05 August 2020
Location: Hidden Creek Apartments, Columbus OH (2 DOA, 1 Injured, 1 Escaped)
Time: 2318H ET
Notes: Reference the official Columbus Division of Police report.

Incident #2: Drive-by Shooting
Date: 07 August 2020
Location: Hughes Avenue, Lima OH (Victim #2, Mother’s Residence)
Time: 2228H ET
Notes: Leiayre Freeman (Victim #2, Brother) escaped gunfire, wrecked vehicle attempting to flee danger; sustained minor injuries.

Incident #3: Drive-by Shooting
Date: 17 August 2020
Location: Leland Avenue, Lima OH (Victim #1, Mother’s Residence)
Time: 2100H ET
Notes: Post-funeral crowd gathered at home, Huggy Bear details aftermath in Entry 05.

Incident #4: Drive-by Shooting
Date: 17 August 202
Location: North Metcalf Street, Lima OH 
Time: 2100H ET
Notes: Incident was not publicized by local news outlets; possibly connected with Samantha and the double homicide, PI unable to secure reliable eyewitness testimony.  

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Entry 06: Leland Avenue © O.W. Showe

Coming – Entry 07: Samantha Speaks

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Entry 05: Mama’s House

25 August @ 2255H ET

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Entry 05: Mama’s House © O.W. Showe

Coming – Entry 06: Leland Avenue

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Entry 04: Boiled Peanuts

22 August @ 2115H ET

As a thick, gray fog converged upon that which what was once a blossoming peace of mind, Marva settled into the realization that her life was inexplicably and egregiously changed. New details spilled from the small built-in speakers affixed to the base of her iPhone while the glow of a computer screen illuminated the pitch-black bedroom. An aromatic bouquet of meatloaf, Maize and homemade mashed potatoes gracefully ushered its way into the space demanding an explanation for her abrupt dinner table exit. Plans for a weekend soirée, conversations with acquaintances and a Netflix induced “Greenleaf” binge accompanying a warm soak were dead. 

Astonishing revelations chronicling an underworld of felonious debauchery that was perpetuated on social media outlets struck a nerve with Marva. She instinctively grabbed a fluffy bed pillow and pounded the feathers into a makeshift lumbar support accessory. An avalanche of eerie reports filtered into the cold bedroom air at an alarming speed, forcing Marva to revisit habits that were solidified during a military deployment many years past. 

Pen and paper. 

My God. My God. My God. My God. Her mind was distressed by unintelligible speculation. 

Marva rushed to the hallway supply closet and rifled a medium size cardboard box before snatching a tattered Steno notebook and black biro. 

I need to slow down. This makes no sense whatsoever. The distraught, frenzied Aunt reaching for that weathered notepad was not the same woman who slowly sauntered towards the bedroom. In fact, she would revisit this memory years later, seething with cryptic undertones and profound grief. Yet, the present circumstance required an unfathomable level of organization, strategy and courage to sustain the hope that her niece remained amongst the living. 

Marva placed her right hand on the brass door knob, released a heavy sigh and walked towards the white, feather down comforter. 

Boiled peanuts. She stopped dead in her tracks, frozen stiff. 

A warm, putrid odor pulsated throughout the modest room, wreaking of an old petting zoo that the Dillon clan frequented during summer vacations. Incapacitated with fear, the amateur sleuth refused to glance at the colossal beast that was angrily shifting in a dark corner adjacent to the mahogany armoire. The rattle of a rusty, dilapidated elephant circus stand rhythmically clinked in the background while hours of investigatory reports were ripped apart in search of clues. 

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Coming – Entry 05: Mama’s House

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Trailer – Mama’s House © O.W. Showe

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Entry 03: The Streets Is Talkin’

AN O.W. SHOWE EXCLUSIVE INVESTIGATION

20 August 2020 @ 1530H ET

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Entry 03: The Streets Is Talkin’ © O.W. Showe

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Coming – Entry 04: Boiled Peanuts
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Entry 02: A Mistake

18 August 2020 @ 0330H ET

Her right earlobe ached with a throbbing pain, forcing Marva to feverishly shuffle through a kitchen catch-all drawer in search of an earbud case. During the frantic ransacking of yellow Post-it notes and begrimed pennies, a wave of nausea spilled into her belly. 

“I think I’m going to be sick,” she walked towards the stainless steel sink and patiently waited.

Chase was no longer a bubbling source, versus an erupting cataclysm. To be fair, the rapidly evolving thriller served as a culmination of closely guarded familial secrets that divided the Dillon clan. Having managed to avoid contact with one another after the matriarch passed, this would be the first assemblage of the pernicious bunch. 

“Have you talked to…?” Marva hesitated.

“No.” His response was sharp and biting. “I talk to him maybe once every three or four years. When he started that whole Chief mess, I was done.”

Official Facebook Post – Source: O.W. Showe P.I. “Huggy Bear”

The deluge of bad blood between Chase and his younger brother Chief Trevor Dillon was one for the record books. Betwixt a fractured nose, the falsification of police reports and accusations of extramarital affairs, the two managed to form a long-lasting feud that rivaled Cain and Abel. Marva, on the other hand, naively presumed that “Big Brother TD” was devastated having learned that his daughter Samantha was on the run from the FBI while dodging the enormity of a hood bounty. 

An impromptu decision to permanently disconnect from social media (years before doing so became chic) widened the knowledge gap between Marva and her siblings that resided in Lima, Ohio. While Chase vacillated between facts and conjecture, her mind shuffled through a mental Rolodex of old friends who would be willing to place all hands on deck for the cause. Henceforth, the curator would prove equally important as the ready for television drama evolving before their eyes.  

Official Facebook Post – Source: O.W. Showe P.I. “Huggy Bear”

Marva concluded the discussion with an elaborately concocted fib about a lack of cellular towers in densely populated cities. Chase was unwittingly entering that familiar juncture in every story where the plot crescendos into an unimpressive climax; essentially, the tea spilled. An abrupt exodus from the small midwestern town thirty years prior shielded her from witnessing an underbelly of illegal drug transactions and sex trafficking that decimated the area. Instead, celebrating momentous sporting events from afar elicited a sense of regality and elegance that was delightfully palatable. 

As trembling fingers delicately returned both earbuds to the wireless charging case, her black iPhone magnanimously posed atop a granite counter, sneering at the paralysis of its owner. She lifted the thin device and pondered three distinct questions:

1. How did Samantha transition from a nineteen year old woman who swore an oath to serve in the United States Air Force to a person of interest in a double homicide? 

2. What was Samantha doing at the Hidden Creek Apartment complex (Columbus, Ohio) on 05 August 2020, where a plot to end the lives of four people came to fruition?

3. Is Samantha too young and naive to understand that her life, as well as the lives of the entire Dillon clan, are in grave danger? Or, worse, is she the mastermind?

Marva walked towards her bedroom while launching a blitzkrieg attack on her contacts list. She  doggedly searched for the names of those who could be assuredly trusted and began the humiliating process of dialing in favors for information. In less than sixty minutes, the story unveiled in a devastatingly horrific fashion.

Coming – Entry 03: The Streets Is Talkin’ (Exclusive Footage & Undercover Audio)

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Trailer – The Streets Is Talkin’ © O.W. Showe

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Entry 01: The Lynchpin

14 August 2020 @ 1623H ET

The black, Helvetica font letters leapt from the small screen with two unimaginably specific objectives, shock and awe. Chase, the eldest sibling, proved a seasoned purveyor of stories that fell through the production cracks of local news broadcasts. Often times, the rumors lacked crucial information that establishes credibility with an audience. Specific dates were askew at best, yet typically nonexistent, as events were lumped into a nebulous categorization of “it happened a few weeks ago.”    

Yet, the tea was consistently and impeccably delivered with a wave of finesse that rivals the phraseology of seasoned orators. 

Despicable, opportunistic and arguably petty, his cup runneth over for a man with five plus decades of life under his belt. That is, until one acknowledges their own role in the equation for desperately craving to hear the tale. The eagerness on the receiving end of the text message was equally palpable as the impatience of the deliverer. 

Official Text Message

Double homicide. She was supposedly involved in a double homicide and the alphabet boys are looking for her. Word on the street is…” Chase was not the type of man who subscribed to the notion of small talk during his rare telephone appearances. 

An endless bounty of information poured from his memory bank while Marva, his youngest sister, inhaled a seemingly infinite swell of sadness. Unfurling before her glossed over eyes was the story of a highly sought lynchpin who allegedly conspired to rob and murder a party of four unsuspecting victims. As a tightly woven knot formed deep within the base of her chest his words seemed to float aimlessly, echoing with a faint reverberation. Less than six months after graduating from high school, agents with the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) were on the hunt for her niece. 

Official Police Report

The bass in his voice snapped Marva back into reality, “… one of the four guys played dead and another managed to get away. He lived to tell the story.” 

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