GHOST COP

A sudden flash, a muffled pfft.. and David's life was over. His spirit lingered above the mangled head of his lifeless body. The respected OPP officer, beloved husband and father...gone from a life that he had lived so well.

PROLOGUE

A sudden flash, a muffled pfft.. and David's life was over. His spirit lingered above the mangled head of his lifeless body. The respected OPP officer, beloved husband and father...gone from a life that he had lived so well.

Who was responsible? Who would do such a thing? The very essence of David could not leave this earthly boundary until those questions were answered.

Who was this David, though, who were his friends, his family, his most beloved? This is his story. This is his life ,his death, and everything in between, and everything after.

This is David's life from the very beginning, from his very conception, in fact.

MARCH 01, 1951

Charlotte Larson sat on the side of her bed and kicked off her saddle shoes. She had never felt so miserable. She was two months late with her period. She was never late. She was pretty sure she was pregnant.

"$%& I graduate in June!" she swore to herself. She doubled over as the nausea hit her. "I'll have to fix it soon!" She groaned.

She felt her breakfast make its' way back up her throat. She barely made it to the bathroom sink across the hall before she puked her guts out. Only half went in the basin, the rest slid over the side of the porcelain pedestal, and dripped to the tiled floor.

Her mother Estelle had heard her only child run across the hall, and she went upstairs to see what was the matter.

"Charlotte, honey? Are you all right?'

"Do I look alright, MOTHERR!!?" she gritted through clenched teeth.

Estelle choked back the anger and the tears. Either one was useless with Charlotte. The last time she argued with her daughter, she had disappeared for two weeks. The girl was eighteen, and there was just no reasoning with her.

Estelle loved Charlotte more than life itself, and yet she knew that her daughter was "of easy virtue." That was a euphemism that her own mother used on the local bad girls. She knew that she had been too lenient, but it wouldn't have mattered even if she had been strict. Charlotte would go her own way, no matter what.

"When was your last period, honey?" Estelle asked gently.

Estelle ran warm water in the basin to clean up the mess and wet a wash cloth for Charlotte's face.

"About two months, I think. It was New Years's Eve and I had a date, but I couldn't go because i felt so rotten."

she mumbled through the damp cloth that her mother gave her. She knew there was no point in lying to her mother.

She might be old fashioned in her daughter's eyes, but she wasn't blind, or stupid. She had treated hundreds of pregnant women as head nurse on the maternity ward of Ottawa General Hospital. No one knew the signs of pregnancy better than she did.

"You won't be showing too much by graduation. We'll just send you to your aunt Alice's place in Vancouver. I'll just tell everyone that we're adopting a child. No one need know that it's yours. We'll just say that you'll be living with your aunt while you go to university in British Columbia."

Charlotte rolled her eyes from her perch on the side of the tub.

"You don't really think I'm going to HAVE this thing do you? One of my friends knows a doctor across the border in the 'States that will get rid of it for 500 dollars."

Estelle sat on the toilet and looked at her daughter in disgust. Suddenly, she leaned over and grabbed hold of both of Charlotte's shoulders.

"You are not going to kill this child!" She said coldly.

Charlotte stared at her mother in surprise, and a little bit of fear. Her mother was clenching her shoulders with such a strong grip that it actually hurt.

"We will discuss this when your father gets home." Estelle said quietly as she stood up.

The End

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