"She knew you had the gun because Jose told her. Her truck was parked up at Maple Ridge Lodge. We figure she cut through the woods so no one at the park would see her. She left Kita at home. You take a lot of walks in the woods. I think she was looking for you down by the creek, and she probably planned to make it look like another suicide, like you were so distraught over Luthor that you decided to end it all. She factored everything in except the dogs."
The trio had been lolling on the grass. At the word "dogs," they perked their heads up. Peter laughed. "Yes, we're talking about you. Don't get big-headed on us."
"What's going to happen to her?"
"I know you were terrified, but I can't help wishing she'd talked just a little longer. You said she mentioned Catherine and Luthor. You're absolutely sure she never said she killed them?"
"From what I remember. Part of the time I was so freaked out, my ears stopped working. I couldn't hear a thing. I remember she said the world was better without them, and she said she had a mission to end pain and suffering. I don't remember her saying she killed anyone."
"Damn. We've got nothing to connect her to Catherine and Luthor. The crime scene folks have torn her house apart, looking for any connection to the gun, anything she might have kept as a souvenir. The IT folks are reviewing her computer to see if they can find any incriminating files. They're also reviewing her browser activity.
"She was visiting some very strange web-sites and forums, places that support that whole 'Hitler' thing you were telling me about. Her posts are frightening, you can see her coming apart. She hasn't admitted to anything about Luthor or Catherine, and if she's smart, when she comes back around she won't, since we have no physical evidence to implicate her. We're examining her life, looking for any possibility that she might have done it before.
"Right now, all we have is an attempted murder charge, and it'll be pled down to assault with a deadly weapon. She's getting a full psych evaluation. Her lawyer's insisting she never meant to pull the trigger, just to shock you, and that the gun went off accidentally because the dogs tackled her. Looks like she'll spend time in a psychiatric unit for violent offenders. I'm not happy about any of this. We need to put her away permanently, and we may not be able to do it."
"Do you think there's any chance that she didn't kill Luthor and Catherine, and that she really didn't mean to pull the trigger?"
"How big are the odds that you have two homicidal maniacs at the dog park?"
"Not very big, I guess. But Bailey! We've been friends for years. I still can't believe she'd try to kill me."
"If we're lucky, when the time comes she'll ignore her lawyer and and spill it all. Self-righteous types often do."
"It was so weird. She was acting so crazy. Still, there was a piece of what she was saying that really hit me, about choosing to be happy or unhappy."
"I don't think life is that black and white."
"No, it's not. But I sat on that log with a gun to my head and her finger on the trigger. She kept saying all this wild stuff about sending me to the other side. All I could think was, I'm going to die and I wasted all that time obsessing about that jerk, Luthor, and never gave you and me a chance." She turned to Peter. "Every time things got sticky, I pushed you away instead of dealing with it."
He put his arms around her and pulled her close. Their eyes met and held for a long moment, his searching, hers earnest. The world stilled while she waited for him to respond. Finally he gave her an odd half-smile and said, "Do you want to give me and you a chance?
"Yeah I do."
"Really?"
"Really, Kentucky Boy."
"Sing me Viola's Pee song."
So she did.
Epilogue
Bailey was such a dupe. I so tired of listening to her nauseating New Age baloney. So delicious to turn it against her! Few people knew she was bi-polar. All I had to do was dump out the medication in her capsules and fill them with powdered aspirin to send her into a manic state. Then there were those two capsules I filled with a special chemical cocktail designed to push her over the edge. Easy enough to do since I knew where she hid her spare key.
A few suggestions of web sites touting a ridiculous theory about reincarnation, and Bailey became a woman with purpose. She'll never know I was the one responding to her posts on that forum, egging her on. Regrettable that she chose Lia as her first target, but I knew she didn't have it in her to pull the trigger. Foolish woman, trying to explain herself, as if she were going to get Lia's approval for her plan to send Lia out of this life and into the next one!
As much as they want to, they'll never connect Bailey to Luthor's murder. They'll either resign themselves that Catherine did it, or they'll have to let it go. The waters are sufficiently muddied and I am still under the radar.
I am fascinated by the new possibilities this event raises, achieving my aims through the manipulation of others. An elegant solution to the problem of establishing an alibi, as well as making it possible to remove more than one person from the same environment at the same time. Presuming the one manipulated is not as thorough as I am, they should get caught, eliminating themselves.
I am of two minds about this last round. On the one hand, I caved in to anxiety and broke my rules. It is questionable whether my actions after removing Luthor served a purpose. It is possible that had I just followed the rules and kept still, that everything would have been just fine. I could have disposed of the phone and no one would have ever connected me to Luthor, even if they suspected. But do I venture to say that this was invigorating? Even highly amusing? It was so satisfying to smash Catherine in the head with a rock! And the memory is so pleasurable. A clean, quiet removal has it's rewards, but I was getting bored. Perhaps it's time to make the game more interesting.
I must consider this carefully, determine the ramifications. For now, all is well in my little world. I no longer have to endure Catherine and her narcissistic preening, Luthor and his drama, or Bailey and her mumbo-jumbo. Terry's going to be in casts for months, then physical therapy. That won't improve his political position, but at least when he's spouting off, I can look at his casts and remember booby-trapping his ladder. My mornings are pleasant again. And that's as it should be.
Viola's Song
You gotta circle to the left and
then you circle to the right
Sniff, sniff, sniff until it feels just right
Move along, do a little prance
That's Viola's dance
And so I circle to the left and then I circle right
And I sniff and I sniff, but nothing seems quite right
So I'll do it all again with a step that will entrance
That's Viola's dance
One more time!
Circle left, circle right
Sniff, sniff, oh boy, that's outta sight!
Do a little squat with a wiggle of my pants
That's Viola's dance
Ahhhh!
Author's Notes
There really is a Mount Airy Dog Park, and I've been taking my furry horde there almost daily for more than eight years (It has recently been renamed the Doris Day Dog Park). A few of the park regulars made it into the book under aliases (with their permission). Any truly heinous character is a product of my mind, and not to be confused with any real person. Terry Dunn is only slightly less intelligent in real life than he is in the book. Jose really is the nickname of an Italian guy whose family has called him Jose since he was a baby. Many of the dogs in the book exist. Mayan Ruins is a real (fabulous!) band. Their drummer, Paul Ravenscraft, is a talented massage therapist as well as the band's drummer. The bars and restaurants mentioned are also real, but don't expect to go to the Comet and see Desiree's butt cleavage. She, and it, don't exist. To avoid jurisdictional conflicts, I have redrawn Cincinnati police districts to include the dog park in District Five. Any deviation from proper police procedure is a product of my fevered imagination and no reflection on the Cincinnati Police Department.
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P.S. In the book, Peter doesn't understand Catherine's reference to Oliver North because he's under fifty. For those of you who are also under fifty, Catherine is referring to the Iran-Contra scandal of the early Eighties. During a congressional hearing, Oliver North was asked where he got the money to pay for a $17,000 alarm system. He responded that he saved the money up in his change jar. Alma would have happily explained this to Peter, but alas, there was no good place to slip that conversation into the book.
Acknowledgments
Many, many thanks to Lou Marti for being my main sounding board and critic while I was writing this book, and to Angie Hall for her colorful feedback on the MS. Thank you Mom for editing and for always believing in me. Special thanks to Tom Sansalone, John Cunningham, Anna Woo, Nick "Jose" Misch and Lou Marti for allowing me to base characters on them. Thanks to Anna Woo and Pat North for their eternal, unwavering support.
About the Author
Carol Ann Newsome is a painter who lives in Cincinnati with her three rescued dogs. This is her first book. She can be contacted at [email protected]
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