“C-mon dammit. Be there.”
I said.
“Hello?” She answered.
A huge sigh of relief fell over me.
“Lara, it’s Marty. Are you at home? Where are you?” I asked, loudly.
“Yeah, I’m at home. Marty, what’s wrong?” She asked.
“You need to get out of their now and
go to Sam’s house. It’s closest. You’re in danger. I’ll explain everything in a little bit. But you need to go now!”
“Okay Marty. I’ll leave right now.”
“Call me when you get to Sam’s!” I said.
“I will.”
“I’ll see you in a few.” I said, hanging up the phone.
My father walked into the kitchen a
moment later.
“Marty, what the hell is going
on?” He asked.
“I’m guessing your attacker was
supposed to leave this with you.” I
said.
I showed him the military photo of Lara
and a scared look fell on his face.
“We need to talk.” I said.
My father sat down on the couch while I
sat down across from him on the love seat.
“Dad, what the hell is going on
here?” I asked.
“Son,
you know as much as I do.”
“Stop bullshitting me! You know something. Tell me what it is now!” I said, louder, standing up and walking
around the living room.
“Marty, what the hell do you want from
me?!”
“First Jeni. Mom dies.
You’re almost killed, and now someone’s targeted Lara. You’re hiding something. Tell me what it is or I’ll call forensics in
here and I’ll rip this place apart!”
“My God. That’s what you came here for wasn’t it? To search my place?”
“I need answers Dad!” I screamed.
“No, you want vengeance for Jeni! And look at what you’re doing to get
it!” He yelled back.
“I want justice, dammit! She deserves that much!”
“And you want me to be the fall guy! You’ve got the wrong guy in your cross-hairs. Jesus Christ Marty! I loved Jeni too!”
I stood
there for a moment glaring at him, trying to break the seriousness of his look
upon me. I felt my eyes start to get
watery.
“Not as much as I did.” I said, plopping back down onto the couch.
At that point, I had exhausted my anger
and the feeling in my chest turned to sadness.
I put my head in my hands and just thought about what I could possibly
say next.
“Did you go to Mom’s funeral?” I asked.
“Yeah, I did.” He replied, in a quieter voice.
“And…”
“There were very few people there. I could count them on one hand. The ceremony was fairly short. She wanted to be cremated, and her ashes
spread across the water on Lake Michigan .” He said.
“Did you do that for her?” I asked, with my head still buried in my
hands.
“No, someone else was taking care of
it.” He said.
I tried to imagine my father at the
funeral. What would he have said? Is he sorry she’s gone? Does he miss her? I could easily see only a handful of people
in front of her casket. It’s hard to
make friends when you’re too busy making enemies. She
died how she lived. I pushed the
thoughts away as far as possible and focused on my father.
“Dad.
I’m going to ask you one more time.
You know something. What is
it?” I said, looking up at him. “How did Jeni know about you and Turnovsky
and I didn’t?”
He looked down, let out a sigh and
rubbed his forehead.
“Because I told her.” He said.
“Jeni was a kind, gentle, good listener.
I thought she could help.”
“Help with what?” I asked.
“All these years, I’ve tried to protect
you from the truth. The truth about your
mother.”
“My mother? She was a freaking alcoholic Dad, who gave
less than a shit about her family! She
left us! End of story.” I said.
“Not
exactly. She left because I threw her
out.” He said.
“Yeah, because she was a drunk and
refused to get help. I’ve heard the same
story a million times Dad!” I said, with
my voice growing louder once again.
“It wasn’t the drinking that made me
throw her out, Marty.” He said.
I looked at him giving full attention
to what he was about to say.
“I threw her out because she had an
affair.”
“What?”
I said.
His eyes had glazed over at me, as if
he was remembering the very events that took place that day in his mind.
“You asked how Jeni knew about
Turnovsky and you didn’t? He was the man
your mother was sleeping with. My
friend. My own partner. Milo had an
affair with my wife right under my nose.”
I felt numb to his words. Surprised was hardly a worthy adjective.
“Jesus!
Why the hell didn’t you ever tell me about this?” I said standing up again.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He said.
I turned back toward him.
“Look back on how you reacted toward
the mention of your mother in the past.
Did you really need another reason to hate her!?” He asked.
The question stopped me from giving him
an answer. I didn’t need another reason
to hate her. I had enough already. He was right about that. But it didn’t justify him covering the truth
up for all these years.
“No, I guess I didn’t.” I said, in a quiet voice. “How did you find out?” I continued.
“I suspected your mother was cheating
on me fairly early on. We got into a
fight one night, and she left the house.
Without her knowing I followed her back to a hotel where she met Milo a little while later. I sat out in the car until dawn. She left early that morning. I beat her back home, got dressed, came to
work, business as usual. That afternoon
I couldn’t bear the thought of her betrayal any longer, so I went home and
confronted her about it. By the time I
got there, her bags were already packed in her car. We fought for a little while longer and-“
“That was the last time I saw my
mother.” I interrupted.
“Yep.”
“That was the last day I saw her
alive.” He finished.
“What about Turnovsky? Did he murder his wife?”
“Technically? Yes.
Intentionally? No.” He said.
“Then what the hell happened?” I asked.
“After your mother left our house, she
then went to Milo ’s revealing her love for him
in front of his wife. Milo
insisted your mother was psychotic and forced her to leave. But that didn’t stop his wife’s
questions. Like me, she had her
suspicions about his loyalty to their marriage early on. That night she ran upstairs and grabbed the
gun
from their
nightstand. Before Milo
could catch up to her, she emptied the bullets out of the gun and hid them
under the bed. When Milo
came into the bedroom, she pointed the gun at him demanding the truth. She just wanted to scare him into
confessing. After an intense argument, Milo was sure she was going to shoot, so he fired first,
killing his wife. It wasn’t until later
he found that the gun she had wasn’t loaded.”
“Oh my God.” I said.
“But that wasn’t the worst part of
it.” He said. “He didn’t know that I knew the truth about
their affair. After he shot his wife, he
called me for help. I got to the scene
shortly before you did and wrote the accurate report of what happened. But I was still angry. I hated him for betraying me like that. I hid the police report I wrote in the safety
deposit box, and the case-workers went off the report you filled out. At the time, I felt I was justified in my
actions toward him. He needed to pay for
his betrayal to me and the murder of his wife.
I just never thought they would’ve given him the death penalty.”
“So when you found out they were going
for the death sentence, you tried to defend him didn’t you?” I asked.
“Yep.
But it was too late, obviously.
The courts wanted to set an example of him. Before his death, I did tell him the truth
about my knowledge of the affair. I
wanted him to know before he died. You
can imagine his reaction when I told him.”
A moment later, my cell phone
rang. It was Lara.
“Are you at Sam’s?” I answered.
“Yeah, I’m here. I’m fine.
What the hell is going on?”
“I’ll
explain when I get there.” I said.
I hung up the phone and turned to my
father.
“You’re coming with me.” I said.
A little while later, the four of us
sat down at Sam’s dinner table to discuss the situation. I had my father describe in detail what he
had told me a short time ago. I sat next
to him listening intently for any changes, but there were none. When my father finished telling us what happened
between the Turnovskys, I told Lara and Sam what happened when I went to my
father’s house. I pulled out the
military photograph of Lara and placed it on the table in front of us. Lara jumped out of her seat abruptly.
“What the hell is that?!” She exclaimed.
“This is why I told you to come
here.” I said.
“How does he know me? Why am I suddenly a target?!”
“I don’t know, but I promise you, Lara,
we’re going to find out.” I said.
“This is slowly starting to make
sense.” Sam said. “Bear with me here. First, he goes after Jeni, your mother dies
the week before, Dayton
is attacked tonight, and Lara is his next target.”
“What are you getting at Sam?” Dayton
said.
“I think he’s after you, Martin.” Sam said, looking at me.
I looked over at Sam. The look on his face illustrated his
seriousness.
“So
far, he’s gone after everyone close to you.”
Sam continued.
“But why me?” I asked.
“I don’t know. But one thing is becoming clear, everyone you
know, all of us here are in danger.”
“You said my mother died from alcohol
poisoning.” I said, looking at my
father.
“Yes, she did. I don’t think her death is directly related
to what’s going on here. But maybe we
can use this.” My father said.
“What do you mean?” Sam said.
“He may not know that he dropped the
photo of Lara yet. Either way, he
doesn’t know we have it. He may not know
that we’re on to him. We could use that
to our advantage.” He said.
“What, like you mean set a trap for
him?” I said.
“Why not?” He said.
“Wait a minute. We’re getting a little ahead of ourselves here. Dayton ,
there’s one thing I still don’t understand…”
Sam said. “We saw you drive by at
the restaurant the night Jeni died. We
ran out to talk to you but you drove off…why?”
The room fell silent and all of our
eyes shifted to my father. He looked
down at the table and let out a sigh.
“I got a phone call a few hours before
I went to Marty’s house that night. I
didn’t recognize the voice. It was
disguised by one of those voice-altering gadgets. The caller said to meet him at the restaurant
at 2am. I asked what it was about and he
said it was about my wife. Your
mother.” He said, looking at me. “I pushed him further, but he said it was
urgent.”
“2am?
That’s when you and I met there Sam!”
I said.
“I pulled up to the restaurant and
noticed you two inside. I didn’t want to
involve you considering what had just happened, so I got out of there.” My father said.
“Why didn’t you tell me that
before?” I said.
“I didn’t think it was important.” He said.
“Well, Dad, if Sam hadn’t mentioned it,
would you have told us!?” I said,
raising my voice.
“I…I don’t know, probably.”
“You were just attacked in your own
home! If I hadn’t been there, you might
be dead by now! I’d consider that detail
pretty freaking important!” I said,
yelling at him.
“Marty, calm down. Let’s take this one step at a time.” Sam said.
“Is there anything else that happened that we need to know about?”
“No, that’s it.” Dayton
said.
“This could very well mean that Sam and
I were sitting in the same restaurant with the killer that night, and didn’t
even know it.” I said.
Sam and I glanced at one another
realizing the creepy thought.
“I could go back to Chicago and see what I can find there.” My father said.
“What do you expect to find?” Sam asked.
“I don’t know, but somehow your mother
is connected to this Marty. Who ever
called me knows something. There’s got
to be something there that can shed some light on this.”
Coming up next: Chapter Nine - Sending a Mother's Love
Coming up next: Chapter Nine - Sending a Mother's Love
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