Dorian stood outside by the cracked open hangar door. She heard their entire conservation and gritted her teeth.
Britney glanced into the hangar from the window behind the counter inside Corrie’s lobby. She smiled, noticing Brett and Corrie. “Good for him,” she said, hearing the radio calls.
Britney noticed Dorian stalking into the hanger, her right hand shoved into her purse. Dorian headed to Brett and Corrie. “Why does she look familiar,” Britney said and kept an eye on Dorian.
Corrie rummaged through a toolbox inside the hangar and brought out a pair of scissors. “We have a little aviation tradition to perform.”
“Tradition?”
“Turn around,” she ordered.
Brett turned around, and his back faced the hangar door through which they had entered. Corrie faced away from him and cut the back of his shirt with the scissors.
“Ah, Dorian would kill me for ruining a shirt she bought,” he said, smiling. “But who cares,” he added.
The sound of someone approaching. “You’re right with the fact that I’ll kill you,” Dorian yelled out, face beet red.
Brett and Corrie turned around and noticed Dorian five feet away with Brett’s 38 Special in hand and her purse hanging from her right shoulder.
Brett looked at the pistol. His eyes widened. “Is that my gun?” he asked.
Dorian cocked it. “Of course, it’s your gun,” she snapped back.
“What are you doing here?” Brett asked.
“Someone named Wally Burger emailed me pictures of you two being together. Being romantic,” she said. “How could you, Corrie? I thought I would never see you again after you left college. But here you are stealing my husband away from me,” Dorian yelled out, and it echoed in the hangar.
“Come on, Dorian. Please put the pistol away, and we can talk about this like rational adults,” Brett pleaded.
Dorian glared at him. “Talk about this? All you want to do is talk about this?” She lowered the pistol down by her side.
Inside Corrie’s lobby, Britney stared in horror at the scene going down inside the hangar.
She rushed over to the phone at the counter and quickly called 9-1-1.
Inside the hangar, Dorian glared at Brett and Corrie. Her eyes are bulging, and veins are popping in her temple. “And Daddy gave you a golden opportunity down here. And what do you do? You cheated on me with this whore,” she yelled at Brett.
Brett got pissed. “Never call Corrie a whore!” Brett yelled back. “Never!”
Dorian turned around and fired three shots behind her into the hangar wall. She quickly turned around and tossed the 38 Special at Brett. His reflexes kicked in and caught the pistol.
“Don’t worry, I only placed three bullets in the chamber,” Dorian said, discreetly reaching inside her purse. She whipped out her Glock from her purse. Dorian removed her camera from her purse with her other hand. She turned it on and showed Brett and Corrie the viewfinder.
They looked at the viewfinder, and it showed Corrie and Brett in steamy passion in her bed.
Corrie got furious. “You were prowling on my property?”
“You’re a creepy peeping tom!” she yelled.
“I catch you in bed with my husband, and you dare to call me a prowler? A creepy peeping tom!” Dorian snapped. “I have plenty of evidence you’re a philandering S.O.B! And I’m not going give you a divorce. Nobody leaves me alive, and I hate your guts, Corrie,” she yelled.
Dorian aimed her Glock 23 at Brett.
“Please don’t! You’ll never get away with this,” Brett pleaded.
“I will, and here’s how it happened. You couldn’t stand the thought of me taking you to the cleaners in divorce court, so you tried to kill me to get the evidence I have in my computer and camera. But I acted in self-defense. After all, you fired your thirty-eight special in my direction, and it’s in your hands,” Dorian replied with a snicker.
“That plan won’t work,” Brett said.
“Of course, it will. Daddy will hire the best lawyer because he always loathed you,” she replied.
Dorian aimed her Glock at Corrie.
“But it will be a pleasure to let Brett watch you die first,” Dorian said.
Brett lunged at Corrie. In the split second, Dorian fired her Glock. He pushed Corrie to the floor, and she landed near the toolbox. Brett dropped to the floor and lay there motionless with a bullet wound.
“Brett!” Corrie cried out in horror, seeing his bloody bullet wound.
Dorian aimed her Glock at Corrie.
“Get up!” Dorian yelled.
Corrie used the toolbox to stand up and discreetly reached inside, grabbing a handful of wrenches. She tossed them at Dorian.
They bounced off Dorian’s face, causing her to drop her Glock.
Corrie bolted toward the other end of the hangar and headed to the back door.
Corrie got to the door at the back of the hangar. She frantically turned the doorknob. It’s locked! She turned around. Her eyes widened in fear. Dorian’s six feet away from her with fire in her eyes.
“Let’s go back to lover boy,” Dorian said, then grabbed Corrie by her hair, aiming her Glock 23 at the side of her head.
Corrie’s body trembled in fear, believing her life would soon end.
Dorian walked her back to Brett with her Glock inches away from the side of her head.
Corrie glanced down at Brett’s motionless body. Her lips quivered, and her eyes welled up.
Dorian pushed Corrie down on the floor. She aimed her Glock, ready for her second kill. “You can kiss Brett in the afterlife,” she snarled.
Gunfire echoed in the hangar.
Corrie cringed. She figured she was shot and would die any second. “I’m going to die,” she whispered.
Dorian stood with a blank stare. She dropped her Glock to the floor. She fell to the floor and lay there motionless. She gasped for air. Her body went limp. She’s dead.
Corrie looked baffled. She checked her body over and could not find any bullet wounds.
She saw two Columbus Police Officers cautiously walking toward her with their pistols drawn.
“Lie on your stomach with your arms spread out,” one officer yelled, inching cautiously to Corrie.
Corrie obeyed the police officer’s orders. The one officer placed his pistol into his holster. He walked over to Brett, taking a moment to check him out. The other officer walked over and checked out Dorian.
Corrie sobbed on the floor.
“She’s dead,” the one officer called out.
“He’s alive,” the other officer called out.
“Dispatch, we need an ambulance at Corrie’s Flying Service at the Columbus airport,” Officer Brett said into his radio microphone.
Corrie sobbed for joy that Brett was still alive.
Ten minutes later, outside the hangar, two additional Columbus Police Officers showed up along with the ambulance.
One officer was inside and took a statement from Britney. He concluded Dorian was the only shooter and threatened the lives of Brett and Corrie.
Brett lay on a gurney at the rear of an ambulance, and his shoulder was bandaged. Corrie stood by his side.
“I thought I lost you again,” she said, running a couple of fingers through his hair.
“That would have sucked if we again lost the chance to have a life full of happiness,” he replied.
“So, are you asking me to marry you?” she asked.
“I believe I am,” he replied.
She leaned down and kissed his lips.
They noticed the City Morgue van pull into the parking lot and back up to the hangar.
A television truck drove into the parking lot.
Two hours later, in Sidney’s office, he drank coffee and cringed a little in pain. His chest hurt a little.
Agnes entered his office and closed his door. She walked up to Sidney with a horny grin. “Feeling better today?” she asked and ran her tongue around her lips.
“A little better,” he replied with a smile.
“Good. I’m going to head out to the hotel. I’ll drive this time,” she seductively said. She kissed his cheek, then nibbled on his ear lobe.
Sidney smiled. “Okay, baby,” he replied.
Sidney watched Agnes seductively walk back to the door and leave his office.
Sidney picked up his desk phone and made a call.
“Hey Olive. I’ll be home late tonight. I have a meeting with a Vice President on a problem with the company down in Columbus,” Sidney lied.
“I thought Brett was down there?” Olive replied from the phone.
“He made a huge mess down there, and I need to discuss a solution with my Vice President,” he lied again.
“Okay, honey. Don’t stay out too late,” Olive replied from his phone.
Sidney hung the phone up and drank the rest of his coffee, then strutted out of his office.
Agnes drove her 2009 Cadillac. Sidney sat in the passenger seat. His cell phone rang. He looked at the viewfinder. Olive’s calling. He turned off his cell phone.
“Who was that?” Agnes asked curiously.
“Olive. She can wait,” he replied. He shoved his cell phone into his pants pocket.
An hour later, in a motel room at the Motel 6 off of Challenger Parkway, Sidney and Agnes finished steamy sex. He rolled off her. They lay in bed, and he turned on the television. He flipped through a few channels. He stopped at a news channel. They cuddled, watching the news.
“There was a fatal shooting down at the Columbus, Indiana airport hours ago,” the reporter said.
Sidney’s ears perked up, and they sat straight up, hearing it was at the Columbus airport.
“Dorian Woods, of Fort Wayne, was fatally shot by Columbus Police while attempting to shoot Corrie Matherson. But just before that, Dorian wounded her husband, Brett Woods, after discovering Corrie and Brett were having an affair,” the CNN reporter said. The driver’s license picture of Dorian appeared on the TV screen.
Sidney stared at the television in shock. Agnes stared at the television, speechless. Sidney had massive chest pains. “AHHHH!” he cried out in pain while clutching his chest. He slumped over, dead from a massive heart attack.
“You okay, baby,” Agnes said, shaking Sidney.
His body leaned over, fell out of bed, and plopped on the floor.
Agnes’ mouth opened.
Outside their hotel room at Motel 6, everybody in the parking lot heard Agnes’ bloody murder screams. They stopped and stared at their room.
The hotel room door slammed open five minutes later, and Agnes rushed out, half-dressed, leaving the door half-opened.
Agnes ran over to her Cadillac.
Agnes got inside and fumbled with her keys, trying to shove them in the ignition. She eventually started her car.
Agnes backed up the Cadillac and screeched it away through the parking lot.
Everybody in the lot looked concerned over that sight.
A man cautiously walked over to their room and slowly opened the door all the way.
He peeked inside the room, noticed Sidney’s naked body on the floor by the bed, and then called 9-1-1.
Thirty minutes later, outside Sidney’s room at Motel 6, three Fort Wayne Police cars were in the parking lot.
The city morgue van pulled into the parking lot and drove up to the room.
The police officers took statements from the witnesses, and one of them provided the tag number of Agnes’s Cadillac.
Twenty minutes later, police officers found Agnes at her house, visibly upset over Sidney.
Agnes calmed down and told them about her affair with Sidney for thirty years. She also told them a secret.
They were satisfied that foul play was not involved as they received a report that Sidney died of a heart attack.
Thirty minutes later, police officers visited Olive at her house. They broke the news about Sidney’s heart attack and how Agnes was seen leaving his hotel room immediately after his fatal moment. They also told Olive how Agnes stated she’s been having an affair with Sidney for the past thirty years.
Olive was stunned by the news the officers told her. The officers hated to tell her the dark secret but felt Olive had the right to know. Agnes claimed that Carl was Sidney’s son.
Olive broke down and sobbed, learning hours ago that Dorian was killed.
The police officers insisted on staying with her until her doctor showed up to calm her down.