The Greatest LawA Story by EHMILTONTwo brothers face a murder charge and the chance to obey the greatest law.“They can’t both be telling
the truth” The
voice was in his ear again, “They can’t both be telling the truth.” Before
him sat two men. They both claimed they were innocent. This was certain to be
impossible. They were both at the scene of the crime; they were both covered in
the victim’s blood. “You
can’t both be telling the truth,” he parroted the voice in his ear. As
chief Morale Officer for his precinct it was Justin’s job to investigate these
incidents. Though it was rare that someone was murdered, much less in a
government plaza, these things did happen. He held his pistol in his left hand,
rubbing the stock with his thumb. What
am I missing? He
had been interrogating these men for 6 hours now, and still he had nothing. The
one was a clerk for the city of Pleasant Prairie, married to the deceased. He
was found covered in the victim’s blood, with a bloodied kitchen knife in hand.
The other was the former’s brother. He also was covered in blood and was
incoherent when the Morale Officers arrived on seen. What further complicated
the incident was the fact that a Morale Officer who had been on seen, was now
nowhere to be found. Why
did things always need to be this complicated? “They
can’t both be telling the truth!” the voice in his ear seethed, “ask
them again about the missing officer.” “Let’s
talk again about the missing officer,” he said, “You claim he left shortly
after you arrived home?” “Yes”,
said the husband. “And
that was about the time when you discovered…” He stopped this line of questioning.
Even those accused of crimes had rights in the eyes of the law. It was not his job
to harm but discover truth and enforce the code of this precinct. He turned to
the brother, “and you still have nothing to say in defense?” The
man sat silently. He had spoken only one word his entire time here, “innocent”.
He remained dumb now, not giving so much as a flit of the eyes to the officer.
He had sat in this way for the entire interrogation. The look in his eyes said
that he was looking, but perhaps not truly seeing. Justin
started again, “So you came home, and your brother was there. Your wife was
there too?” The
husband nodded. “And
she was alive at that time?” At
this a strange smile came across the husband’s face. “I don’t know if that is
an adequate way to describe her.” Justin
turned his head at this statement. “How would you describe her?”, he said. “The
way I see it,” the husband said, shifting his weight, “Jennifer hasn’t been
alive for quite some time.” He sat back in his chair, now staring off into some
place found only in memory and sunlight. “How
long has she been dead then?”, asked Justin. He asked more out of personal
curiosity than for his investigation. “Ask
him”, the husband replied, nodding his head towards the brother. “He would know
more than I.” Justin
turned and looked at the brother. A small tear was running down the man’s red
bearded face. He moved his lips as if to say something, but nothing came out. “You
see, he has nothing to say”, sneered the husband. “Stop
wasting time”, said the voice in his ear, “Ask them when the victim was
stabbed.” “When
was she stabbed then?”, asked Justin. “When did you stab her?” This
received no reply. This
was still going nowhere. “Tell
me this”, started the husband, “Which law is greater, the one that governs our
bodies or the one that governs our hearts?” Justin
was taken aback. Where was this line of questioning coming from? “I
can’t rightly say”, he replied, “I would suppose that law is greatest which
governs the things closest to each of us.” “I
think you are right”, said the husband, “there is nothing greater than the laws
that govern our hearts. It is the heart that is the foundation of everything we
have come to revere and love. It is the heart that guides, more strongly than
the logic of wise men, more earnestly than the ethics of the business man. The
heart reveals what is really in us.” He paused, picking up a picture of his
deceased wife. “When you look at this picture what do you see?”, he asked Justin. What
do I see? A woman savagely mutilated, passionately slaughtered, no doubt as the
result of an affair she was having with the husband’s brother. “I
see a member of this society, murdered.”, he replied. “And
what do you see, my brother.”, he said, holding out the picture to his brother.
As he did, his brother turned away. “The
husband did it”, the voice in his ear said. Of
course, he did it. Anyone could tell that. The contempt in his voice, the blood
on his hands, the anger in his words all spoke to his guilt. What
Justin could not get over was the husbands eyes. Though the rest of his body
screamed hate, his eyes cried a different word. Loss. This man had experienced
loss. His eyes were filled with sorrow not murder. Both
men were crying now. Justin looked intently at the brother now. He was weeping.
As Justin looked, he saw something that he hadn’t seen before. The brother’s
eyes were filled with sorrow, but there was something else there. He had a look
of guilt. Of
course, he looks guilty. He slept with his brother’s wife. This
was more than a mere murder case; it was adultery. The brother had been found
with the husband’s wife. The husband had initially confirmed this much. Now he
no doubt felt remorse over betraying his brother in such a way. Or
did he feel guilt over something else? “Eric,”
Justin said, speaking to the brother directly, “Why won’t you say anything? If
you were there, then surely you know who did this?” “Innocent!”,
he burst out. He said this, but not a word more. “Innocent”,
repeated Justin, “You are innocent or your brother?” Eric
said nothing. “If
you won’t tell me who killed Jennifer, then at least tell me what happened to
the Morale Officer? Where is Officer Davies?” Eric
said nothing. “Did
you do something to him?”, insisted Justin. Eric
said nothing. “Did
you kill Officer Davies?!” “INNOCENT!!!”,
screamed Eric, now inconsolably crying into his hands. “There
you have it,” spoke the husband softly, placing his hand on his brother’s
shoulder, “we are innocent.” Justin
waited to hear the voice in his ear, but the voice never came. The voice had
gone silent a long time ago. © 2018 EHMILTONAuthor's Note
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