Saturday, December 28, 2013

"The Road Back"        Part XIV        The final chapter...



He sat back and closed his eyes. This had to be a nightmare. He shook his head and looked at Sam.

“How in the hell do you figure that? You were at my house killing Deidre.” He looked at the extra drink Sam had ordered. He wanted it badly now.

“Go ahead,” Sam said. “I know you need it.” He lit a cigarette. “Don’t worry, “he smiled, “I didn’t put anything in it this time.”

He took a long drink from the glass. It calmed him, and he looked at Sam. “Ok, tell me how I’m supposed to help you.”

Sam held up two more fingers at the bartender. “I forgot to mention that there are more than my fingerprints at my house,” he paused, “especially on the knife.” He looked at him, grinning. “Of course, since you’ve never been fingerprinted they won’t have any idea who it is.” Sam was enjoying this, he knew. “However, if you don’t go along with this game then they might have to fingerprint you and they will find out it’s you who killed my wife.”

He stopped for a moment, and looked deep in thought. Finally he said, “Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention there’s also some of your blood on the knife. When they compare that with your DNA they will definitely know it’s you.”

He shook his head. “Why would they even suspect me?”

“That’s up to you, buddy boy,” Sam said. “Like I said before, if you don’t play along then I’ll suddenly remember that you and my wife might have been having an affair.”

Unbelievable, he thought. “What did you do with Deidre’s body?”

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.” Sam paused. “She could be buried in the back yard.” 

“What!” 

Sam held up his hands again. “Don’t worry; she’s not.” He took another drink, grinning. “But you’ll never know. Just don’t drink any water from that pond behind your house.”

He wanted another drink, but this had to end. “So now what happens?”

“You’ll make up with your wife and her and the kids will come back home.” He looked at my empty glass. “And this time I don’t think you’ll backslide this time. There’s too much at stake.” 

He finished his drink. “Once the sensationalism of my wife’s murder dies down, and the police have no clue as to who did it, then I’ll quietly leave the country with my wife’s money. Find a place in the islands to live, and spend every night toasting your health at a tiki bar.”

He looked at Sam hard. “Since you haven’t used me as an alibi yet, then what’s your alibi now?”

“Don’t you remember?” Sam laughed. “I was at an AA meeting at the time. You know there are always a lot of people there, and the counselor’s memory is getting bad.”

Sam got up. He leaned over to him and said, “And let’s keep it that way.” As he put on his jacket and started to head for the door, he said, “I know you’re too smart to try anything else.” He patted him on the shoulder. “See you in the funny papers.” And then he was gone.

He sat there for a while. When the bartender asked him if wanted another drink, he just smiled and waved him off.  He reached into his pocket and took out the digital recorder. Next he removed the tiny microphone from the button on his shirt.

“Yes, I am pretty smart.”

Friday, December 27, 2013

"The Road Back"     Part XIII         The killer talks...



He motioned to the bartender for another. 


“You tried to stop me from killing Deidre,” he said, “that’s when I cut you with the knife. I thought you were going to remember that, but you were so far gone you just fell back in your Lazy boy and passed out. 

He started to protest. “It takes a lot to get me to pass out. Did you slip me something in my drinks?”

“Bingo,” he replied, pointing a finger at me. “That’s another reason I picked you. You’re smart.” The bartender brought two drinks and left. “You’re smart enough not to go to the police.”

I shook my head. “I have to. It’s the only way I can clear myself.” 

“Clear what?” Sam replied. “Here’s what we have now. My wife is dead in her kitchen. The only fingerprints are mine, but it’s my house.” He took a drink. “I have an alibi for the time she was killed, so they’re not going to go after me.” Sam paused.

“What alibi do you have?” he asked, incredulously.

Sam smiled. “You are, partner.”

Thursday, December 26, 2013

"The Road Back" Part XII              "The Plot unfolds"

Sam slid back in his seat, and after a deep drag on his cigarette, said. “Once upon a time…”

He started to reach for Sam again. Sam put his hands up. “Ok, I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version.”

He snubbed out his cigarette and sat back. “Well, I had been going to AA about six months before you showed up.” He paused. “That’s the truth,” he mockingly said, “I was serious about it until right before you showed up.”

He paused. “Then everything went to hell.” He took another drink. “My wife was suspicious about my girlfriend, and Diedre, my girlfriend, was starting to get demanding.” He shook his head. “I started to think about how to get out of this situation.”

He smiled. “And then you showed up at the meeting, talking about how you had to quit because of the blackouts you were having.” He paused. “It was perfect. You now gave me a way to take care of my problems.”

He shook his head, now really wanting to have a drink. “It's crazy,” he said, shaking his head. “All this is because of my blackouts?”


Sam laughed. “It was perfect. You even mentioned that you couldn’t remember what happened during those blackouts, which would sometimes last 3-4 hours.”

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

"The Road Back" Part XI        Barhopping...      




Smitty’s Bar wasn’t a place you take a date. You might take your mistress, though, if you were married. The bar was dimly lit, smoky, and even though the place was crowded, everyone just talked to their own partner at the table or bar. No one seemed to notice anyone else.  It was perfect for an affair---no one would admit seeing you there because it meant he, or she, had been there too.

As he looked around for Sam, he thought of the times he had been here. Not with a mistress, though. When he was hitting the sauce heavily, it was his mission to hit every bar in town.  He almost did.

He finally saw Sam at a corner booth. He didn’t see him until he was almost at the booth.

“Hey, buddy!” he said smiling. “You’d better sit across from me or people will start to talk.” He winked. He slid onto the stool across from him. He was controlling myself pretty well, he thought, since he hadn’t smashed him in the face when he was close enough.

“Ok, I’m here,” he said, trying to stay calm. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t you want a drink first,” Sam said grinning, “it might calm you down a bit.” He started to go to the bar.

He grabbed his arm before he could get up.  Hard. “No, I don’t.”

Sam sat back down. “Your call.” He took a long drink from his class. “Ah,” he said slowly, “now that hits the spot.” He watched him, and when he didn’t do anything he sighed. “You're no fun at all.”

That was too much. He reached across the table, grabbed his shirt, and starting pulling him out of his seat. “Enough!”  he said between clenched teeth.

“Whoa, partner,” he said , putting his hands up. “You don’t want the police here, do you?” he nodded towards the bartender, who was watching them. He let him go and settled back in the booth.

“Calm down,” he said. “You can relax; you didn’t kill anyone.” He paused for a moment and smiled. “I did.”  relax; you didn’t kill anyone.” He paused for a moment and smiled. “I did.”

Monday, December 23, 2013


The Road Back” Part X    “It begins again…”

He said nothing for a while. Then he sighed, “I give up. You win. Now tell me what the hell is going on?”

Sam laughed. “Not that easy, pal. Go to the next meeting. There’s a message waiting for you.” 
He laughed and was gone. How did he know he was at the church? As he entered, the counselor waved him over to his desk; he held up an envelope.


“Smitty’s Bar at 10:00” it began. “We have a lot to talk about.” That was it.

 “Everything ok?” the counselor asked. He didn’t answer and  left without saying a word. It was 9:45. How could he have known he’d be at the church at that time?

Saturday, October 26, 2013



“The Road Back” Part IX     “On his own”

He paused, took a deep breath, and told Ed what had happened. He got the reaction from him that he didn’t want, and the look in Ed’s eyes said it all. “Man, you’ve got to get back into A.A.,” Ed said, shaking his head. “Now, can you take me home?”

He started to protest, but he knew it wouldn’t help. If the tables were turned and Ed was the one seeing dead women, he’d find it hard to believe too. Especially when it’s coming from an alcoholic. He sighed, picked up his keys, and knew that this was something he would have to work out on his own.

After dropping Ed off, he just drove around, trying to clear his mind and think about what he was going to do next. As he passed the church where the A.A. meetings were held,  a thought hit him. Maybe he could find more about this “Sam.” Even though it wasn’t his usual night to go, the sign outside said they have several meeting times, and right now a meeting was just about to finish. He came back and parked in the church lot. 

As he was about to get out, his cell rang again. It was the same guy who had called before.
“What’s up, buddy?” the voice said cheerfully. “Are we having fun yet?”