Letter to Belinda (12 page)

“Well, we can’t really blame her, because she has apparently been abused by everyone she knows, even her own father.”

“Yes, we can blame her! We gave her the opportunity to prosecute her Dad, and she declined to do it! She wants to stay a victim!”

“But that’s all she knows!”

“Then she can live with it! When she refuses help, and takes advantage of good people who try to help her, it’s time to move on and help someone else. Someone who will appreciate your help. Now, what was the name of this guy at Logan’s who made this indecent proposal to you? I need to pay him a friendly visit!”

“No, Travis! You don’t need to go beat him up!”

“I said a ‘friendly’ visit!”

“I know how your ‘friendly’ visits go! No, it was my fault, because I was somewhere I shouldn’t have been!”

“And he said something he shouldn’t have said.”

“I don’t know the guy’s name, or where he lives, Travis, so just let it go. Okay?”

“Did you check your cell phone? She may have left a number on there.”

“Yeah, she called twenty different numbers, but I already deleted them! Just let it go, Travis! If Penelope calls me again, I’ll give her a piece of my mind! I might even use some ugly words!”

“No you won’t! I know you! You’re too nice for that.”

“Travis, thanks for calling. I needed to hear your voice. I love you so much! Everything seems better after I talk to you!”

“I love you too. I’ll be home shortly, after I shower and do my paperwork.”

“Would it be out of your way to stop by a store somewhere and get a gallon of milk, and the ingredients to make pizzas. The kids will be home tomorrow.”

“I can stop at Wal-Mart in Bessemer. It’s probably the only place that will be open at this hour.”

“Would you, please?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

He hung up, and was heading for the bathhouse, when Howard paged him on the mine phone.

“What is it, Howie?”

“Your ‘sister’ just called, and wants you to call her back.”

“My sister?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a number here. Different from the one she called from the other time. Got a pen?”

“Yes, give it to me.” It was a different number, but it had a Kellerman exchange. He assumed it was Miranda’s home phone. He went back to the Lamp house phone and called the number. It was Miranda.

“Travis?”

“Yes. I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon!”

“I have to talk to you!”

“Again? What’s up now?”

“Not over the phone. Can you meet me somewhere? Can you come over to my house?”

“Actually, I have to go by the Bessemer Wal-Mart. Can I meet you there?”

“When?”

“In about an hour.”

“Okay, I’ll be there.” She hung up before he could ask what this was all about. He figured he would know soon enough. He could probably guess that it had something to do with the Judge though. He had been so wrapped up in the complications of what happened during the day, that, as amazing as that might seem, Miranda’s little problem had completely slipped his mind.
Just
two
more
days,
he thought.
Just
two
more
days,
and
I’ll
be
gone
to
England,
and
this
crazy
world
will
hopefully
right
itself
by
the
time
I
get
back!
He didn’t really believe that, but he could always hope.

9
 

H
e saw Miranda’s car in the Wal-Mart parking lot, and deliberately parked three rows over from it. He got a shopping cart and entered the store, looking for someone who was probably dressed like a KGB spy. The store was relatively empty, because of the late hour, but there were still customers everywhere he looked. He decided to go ahead and pick up his items, and perhaps he would see Miranda in the process.

He spied a suspicious looking woman on the canned vegetable aisle. She was not dressed quite as gaudy this time, but he was sure it was her. He came up behind her, then pulled up beside her, pretending to be looking for something on the shelves.

“Do you come here often, Lady?”

“Once a week,” she replied. But the voice told him that it wasn’t Miranda. He looked over at her, and that confirmed it.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not who you thought I was!” She smiled and added, “Maybe I can change my name? Who do you want me to be?”

“No Ma’am! Sorry about that.” He pushed his cart away quickly, his face flushed red with embarrassment. He was glad that it wasn’t someone who knew him.

Across the store he saw someone else who favored Miranda, so he closed in on her, and this time he was right.

“You thought that woman was me?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Do I look that bad?”

“It looked like one of your bad disguises. So what’s up? Have they started digging the pool yet?”

“Yes, they started digging the day I called them. One of the construction workers scared me. He walked up on the back porch wanting to use my bathroom. The freezer was right there beside him, with the door open, and a blanket wrapped around the top. I was sure he was going to see what was there, and I almost freaked out! I told him if he had to go to the bathroom, to go out in the woods! I lost my head, Travis! Those guys must think I’m an awful person!”

“But he didn’t see anything, did he?”

“No, but I could tell he was wondering why I had the door opened like that. That’s why this evening, after they knocked off work, I went to Lowe’s and bought an electric chainsaw.”

“An electric chainsaw? I’m almost afraid to ask why.”

“To cut up the body! You know, so it would fit in the freezer! First I just cut off the head, then, silly me, I realized that the shoulders were sticking out too! I started to whack the torso in half, but then I realized that all I had to do was pull him out of the freezer, and saw off his legs at the thigh. That allowed the torso to drop down far enough that the shoulders were no longer sticking up, and I could close the door. And another thing it did, it made it easier to move the body, because it’s now in four pieces. Well, five, actually, because I was tired of looking at that ‘certain part of the male body’ that just simply wouldn’t lay down . . .”

“So you ‘whacked’ it too?”

“Well, yes, it was too convenient not to! There it was, and there I was, with a chainsaw in my hands!”

“Oh, boy! I’ll bet that made a mess!”

“Well, it did kind of scatter pieces of meat and bone around, but I did a good job of cleaning up the area. I got every bit of it up. It was frozen solid, so the mess was minimal. Even the blood was frozen. But I cleaned it all up.”

“Not quite. What’s that on the side of your tennis shoe?”

She looked down, and saw a little speck of what looked like raw hamburger meat on her shoe. “I guess I missed that.” She knocked it off with her other shoe.

“Just one little speck like that is all the evidence the police will need to say you killed him. I’m telling you, you’d better go back and clean that whole area again!”

“Yes, I think you’re right.”

“Good Lord! Wasn’t that a little grizzly? I mean, a chainsaw is a little crude! You didn’t like some of my earlier ideas about disposing of the body. You thought they were senseless and gross, and then, the first time something doesn’t fit where you want it, you crank up the chainsaw and ‘whack’ him up!”

“It’s like you said, he’s dead, so I can’t hurt him any more. And from a practical standpoint I can move him easier in pieces.”

“I can’t argue with that. Now, what was so important that you had to see me again?”

Miranda’s expression was like a mirror. He could see that someone was approaching them. Before he could turn around, someone abruptly stepped between he and Miranda. It was a woman, and Travis knew her.

“Why, Travis Lee! What are you doing here?” It was Marla, his nosey sister-in-law. Janice’s sister, who had never liked him.

“I’m buying groceries, Marla. What else would I be doing in a grocery store?”

Marla turned and looked at Miranda. “I think I know you too! You’re that
other
woman,
who ran off with Travis to South America a year ago! What a coincidence, finding both of you here
together
!

“I beg your pardon?” Miranda said, annoyed that this strange woman had stepped right in the middle of their conversation.

“Yes, Marla, this is Miranda Monroe. She was kidnapped in Colombia at the same time I was. What is your point?”

“I think Janice would like to know about you meeting this woman, at this time of the night, way up here in Bessemer!”

“And I’m sure you will break your neck to make sure she knows about it, huh?”

“I try to look out for my baby sister, to keep her from getting hurt!”

“I’ve got to go, Travis.” Miranda said, driving a wedge in the conversation. “I hope you have a safe trip to England!”

“Thanks, and good-bye.” Then to Marla, he said, “For your information, it was your ‘baby sister’ who asked me to stop here to get a few things. You’re trying to make it sound like this was a planned meeting! I just happened to see her here, just like I saw you here!”

“Be sure of one thing! Janice will find out!”

“Marla, has anyone ever told you that you are a wicked, vindictive woman? If not, let me be the first one to break it to you!”

“And you are a cheating, dead-beat, and one of these days, I’m going to catch you with your pants down! And then, Mister, I’ll be sure to set Janice up with a good divorce lawyer!”

“What’s wrong with you, Marla? Don’t have enough drama in your own life, so you have to stir up trouble in mine?”

“I just don’t want Janice to make the same mistakes I made!”

“Yes you do! You’d like nothing better than to break up Janice and me! And she
couldn’t
make the same mistakes
you’ve
made because you and Janice are nothing alike! You’re a lying, two-faced bitch, who ain’t woman enough to
keep
a man, and you’re jealous because your little sister is! You’re the person that’s
least
qualified
to give out marital advice! And if you keep trying to break up my marriage, I swear, I will kill you graveyard dead! And I’ll get away with it, because I’ve got crazy papers from the Army!”

“Is that a threat? Are you threatening my life?”

“You’re damn right it’s a threat! I’ll stick your head on a fence post to scare off the crows!”

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer!”

“I’ve got a fence post for him too! Bring your prissy lawyer, and come on down, you booger-pickin’ bitch!”

She stomped away, and Travis chuckled to himself. He liked to get her so mad that she would just leave. Just one more gut-wrenching episode in the ongoing in-law drama, ‘As The Stomach Turns’. This episode’s title? The Bitch From Hell.

As he went about gathering the items that he came to the store for, he wondered what made Marla hate him so much. Could it have been that little incident that happened way back before he and Janice got married? When they were dating, Marla had tried to get Travis to go to bed with her, but he had turned her down. Apparently she wasn’t used to being told no, if one could believe rumors, including the one that she had seduced the entire Laurel Grove football team. The fact that she couldn’t subvert Little Sister’s boyfriend had always stuck in her craw, and turned into contemptuous hate for him. That was the only reason he could think of for her hate. And over the years, the fact that Little Sister was able to hold on to a man, while she had been divorced three (or was it four) times, was a fact that caused a bit of jealousy. That jealousy had grown ugly over the years. At times he thought he would tell Janice about that incident, but he rightly concluded that the knowledge of it would hurt Janice more than Marla. He often wondered why Marla didn’t turn it around into a lie, and tell Janice that
he
had tried to seduce
her
, way back then. But he thought he knew the reason. Marla knew that Janice wouldn’t believe her. Her reputation was set in stone, even way back then. Was he afraid of Marla telling Janice about him talking to Miranda tonight? No need to be, because it was a sure bet that Marla called her as soon as she could get to a phone. But Janice knew better than anyone, how divisive Marla could be when it came to trying to get Travis in trouble, even to the point of outright lying, and she believed very little of what Marla said. Besides, all she had seen them doing was talking.

When he finally got home, it was no surprise that Janice was still up waiting on him. He walked in the kitchen with the groceries, and she met him with a kiss.

“How is my man?”

“Tired. It’s been a long, long day!”

“Yes, for both of us! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have sent you to the store tonight. I knew you were wanting to get back home, after that mess we had here this morning.”

“That’s okay. It was on my way home.”

“Marla says she saw you at the store, and that you threatened to kill her . . . again!”

“Her
and
her lawyer!”

“Why this time?”

“Because of her constant meddling and digging, trying to find anything she can find to drive a wedge between us and our marriage! I am tired of it.”

“So am I, and I told her so, but apparently not as bluntly as you did!”

“No, I don’t think you use that kind of language.”

“According to her, you threatened her life, if she breathed a word to me, about you secretly meeting Miranda at the grocery store!”

“That’s total crap!”

“I know it is. I told her that
I
was the one who sent you to the store at that hour of the night, so there was no secret meeting, like she was trying to imply. But why was Miranda in Bessemer? I thought she lives in Arlington?”