He leaned forward and kissed her and she closed her eyes. With her eyes closed she could ignore the damage to his face, ignore the memories of everything that had led up to that point, could just remember the good times when they were together.
“It is not too late, Debbie. I’ll be leaving for Chicago later today. But I could get you on in Chicago. I’ve got friends and I could find a place for you.
“Kelly won’t be a problem. She’s staying with her grandparents. I know because she called me and told me and wanted to get together. She can stay with them while she finishes school, maybe go to school down here and by the time she ever came back to you, this...infatuation..might be burned out. She’ll find some guy her own age.
“And BJ....he could stay with your parents or Bill’s parents. Or he could come with us. Chicago is a great city. It’s a great place to grow up. And I don’t think he hates me. He’s upset now...because I’m fucking his mom...but guys learn to live with stepfathers. I’d bend over backwards to live with him.”
She opened her eyes and stepped back.
“Why, Doug? We had great sex, and we liked each other. But you’ve never stayed loyal to one woman long in your life. Even with a broken nose, you’re still going to be catnip to women as long as you live. I’m nearly 40 and I’m not getting younger. I don’t really trust you to be faithful, but even if you were, why? I know you like sex with me, but there’s a whole world out there of willing women? Why would you tie yourself down?”
“Maybe I’m growing up a little. I never wanted this when I put the moves on you. I just wanted you in bed. But something changed. This is going to sound stupid as hell, but I....I want what you and Bill had. I want you in my bed every night. I want to go to movies with you and go ice skating at a rink...I want to eat popcorn with you watching TV at night. I’m almost 29 and that’s pretty much 30. I wouldn’t mind...having a kid. I never thought I’d want that...but a rug rat doesn’t sound so terrible right now...MY rug rat.”
She tried to avoid crying and managed to avoid it, but her eyes misted.
“No. I think...I think you might actually be honest about that...but it doesn’t change anything. You need a woman your own age, Doug. If you’re getting serious, and guys do that sometimes at your age, start looking around for someone you can make a life with, not some other husband’s cast-off.”
“So, no?”
“So, no.”
He stepped away from her.
“Okay. I had to try. I won’t try to call or bother you again. If you change your mind..you’ll be able to find me. But...”
He leaned over and kissed her once, hard.
“Don’t wait too long, Deb. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I was just getting to that stage and I didn’t realize it. Maybe it was knowing you. But, I’m going to be looking for someone. Someone special. I’m not giving up sex, but I want more. And if I find that somebody, I’m not going to lose them. So if you change your mind, just don’t wait too long.”
“I won’t… change my mind.”
He walked to the doorway and then looked back at her.
“I honestly feel sorry for you Debbie. You threw away one guy that loved you because he got too old. And you threw away another guy who loves you, because he was too young. You’re never going to be alone because you’re too beautiful...but you may never find anything like what you’ve thrown away.”
And then:
“I know I said this before, but it’s true. I wish I had met you first.”
And then he was gone, closing the front door behind him.
She walked back into the den, sat down on the couch, and stared at the pictures of Bill and the kids on the walls. When she couldn’t see them anymore she realized she was crying. And she had no idea, exactly, what she wept for.
Friday, July 22, 2005 – 3 P.M.
I leaned back in my chair and examined the paperwork that Detective Heather McDonald had put before me. She was beaming.
“It was such a longshot, Mr. Maitland. I wouldn’t have tried if you hadn’t encouraged us and talked Sheriff Knight into freeing me up for this one. How did – why did you even suspect something like this?”
“Just a hunch. For a granny, Judy Johansen always struck me as a very hot lady for a 67-year-old. I had a hard time believing she was willing to spend the rest of her life caring for a sick, rich old man incapable of sex and not do anything to scratch that itch.
“In today’s world, online matching and dating is the way a lot of people get together. It was just a case of putting the right kind of bait out. And it almost had to be somebody fairly close to the Orlando area if she was going to get together with them on a regular basis.
“There are a lot of internet dating sites, but the only one that showed any traffic on any of the computers in the Johansen home was Plenty of Fish. A court order got us records of every guy she’d had any contact with through their site, but all that proved was that she liked flirting on line.
“But, I just had the idea of looking at the guys she’d chatted with. You’re the one that spent God knows how much time on the case. Does Knight have any idea how much personal time without pay you put in?”
She blushed. She was a 53-year-old former vice and pedophile detective who could look 50-ish and hot, which was why she was perfect for the sting I wanted to run. Dirty blonde hair, a good-sized set of tits, just enough meat (curves) on her to let guys know she was no anorexic kid. She was, if not a MILF, definitely a classic GILF. (That’s Grandmother I’d Like To Fuck.) BJ was the one who had first enlightened me as to what a MILF was after his mother and I split.
“No, and I really didn’t want him to know if this was going to fall flat. He’d have been royally pissed to learn I was spending so much time on a pet project for anybody else, even you.”
“Well, it paid off and you’re going to get the credit and the headlines and I’ll make sure that you do get official recognition.”
She actually blushed. Even blushing made her look hot. I tried my level best not to fantasize about what she’d be like naked and spread out on a bed somewhere. I couldn’t be this horny less than two-days after my romp with Aline, but damn, for an older lady, she was hot.
“Even so, Mr. Maitland, we can prove they were doing it, but that’s a long way from proving she intended to murder her husband. A lot of women have affairs-“
She stopped in mid-sentence and I could read her mind without having any super powers.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Heather. I get tired of people tiptoeing around it. I’m not that much of an ogre...I think. My wife is divorcing me, she was fucking around on me before we got divorced...no big deal. Happens a lot. We’re getting divorced. And yes, I know a lot of women – and men –have affairs without bumping off their spouses...but....
“The hat trick here will be to find some evidence that will convince a jury that not only did she have the motive to kill her husband, but that she actually did. And if we can’t prove it beyond a reasonable doubt, we have to make her look so bad that the jury will WANT to convict her.”
She looked at me funny for a moment and then shook her head before getting up, in a way that made nice parts of her body jiggle.
“Mr. Maitland, let me say this with respect, I sure as hell hope you never get angry at me. I wouldn’t want somebody like you coming after me.”
“Just don’t kill anybody and we’ll get along fine.”
She was about to turn and leave the office when she stopped.
“When is your divorce final?”
“August 19. Why?”
“It’s just that...it’s been a pleasure working with you. After the trial I’ll go back to regular duties...probably never see you again. Which is kind of silly because there’s no way a man like you would....have any interest in an old lady in her fifties.”
I almost swallowed my tongue.
“Uh...uhm....”
She laughed.
“Relax, I wasn’t threatening your virtue or propos
itioning you. Just making a statement.”
“I’m not threatened, Heather...just...flattered and surprised. I – uh...this has never happened to me before – at least very seldom.”
“Having an old lady tell you she was interested in you?”
“Having any women tell me or indicate in any way they were interested in me – that way.”
“Because you’re one of those guys that every women here knew never looked at another woman. Now, we expect you to look. Have you ever looked that way at me?”
“Not....not until this afternoon. Honestly.”
“But you did this afternoon. You think you might be one of those guys that likes GILFs?”
I think my jaw actually dropped.
“You know....”
“Of course I know what a MILF is, and a GILF. It’s flattering to get my age and realize you can still turn on younger men. Do I turn you on?”
I opened my mouth and shut it, then:
“I think you already know the answer to that, Heather. But right now I’m still married and you’re a cop working with me on a sensitive case and even thinking that way is going to mess up my head. Can we just let it lie until....sometime later?”
“Sure. Call me when you need to talk again...about anything, okay?”
“Okay.”
As she was stepping outside, Cheryl buzzed me.
“Debbie is out here, Mr. Maitland. Do you want to see her?”
“Do I have to answer that honestly? Just ask her what she wants.”
I heard her through the phone.
“I’d like to find out why he’s scaring our son to death?”
“What?”
“Tell Cheryl to let me in, Bill, before I create a scene out here.”
A moment later she was in my office. Why do evil, poison things, always look so good? And why, after nearly four months of pretty much successfully avoiding any contact with her, had she made it her mission to get in my face every time I turned around.
“What is this about scaring BJ?”
She put her hands palms out on the desk and leaned toward me. Naturally her blouse bulged outward and I had to fight to keep my hands at my side.
“Why the hell did you tell him you loved him, the way you did?”
“What? I told him I loved him. He’s my son.”
“And how many times in the last few years have you told him that? And talked about never knowing when you’re going to die? And talked about your dead father’s last words to you? And wanting him to remember you when you’re gone?
“He called me almost in tears and you’ll probably be getting a call from your mother if she ever hears about what the call involved. He thinks you’re either dying or going to kill yourself. He said he’d come back to talk to you if I thought it would do- any good.
“Is something wrong? I might not be on the top of your hit parade right now, but I’m still your wife. And I’m the mother of your children. If something bad is happening, I’d like to know to figure out how I’m going to handle it.”
“Oh shit, I guess I need to call him again. It’s nothing, Debbie, at least what you’re thinking. I’m not dying. I’m not planning on checking myself out.”
“Then why?”
“Alright. When I was on the Bonne Chance, the cruise, I met a guy. He was a priest, named Dunleavy. He was just – one of those people you seem to click with. He tried to help me with – some personal problems. And I learned a little bit about his life. He had been in love with a girl before he became a priest and – she died. He still carried her photo with him. And then, he was killed yesterday.”
“Dunleavy? That priest that was on the news? The one who was shot down in Rwanda?”
“The same. I said goodbye to him when I was leaving the ship yesterday morning. The last thing he said was he was on his way to Rwanda to try to stop some more killing. And then, with no warning, they shot down his plane.”
“That’s sad, but why...?”
“Because I know he wasn’t planning on dying last night. Just like I’m not planning on dying. But it’s like that Garth Brooks song, ‘If Tomorrow Never Comes’ You never know when you wake up in the morning if you’re going to be here that night. I already talked to Kelly last night and she knows how I feel about her. Now BJ does.”
“And how do you feel about me?”
Friday, August 19– 11 A.M.
“All rise.”
Debbie rose along with Joyce Linder at her table. Across from them Bill and Lew Walters stood as Circuit Judge Katherine Holden entered her courtroom. She was a tall woman in her 50s. Not a beauty, but there was grace and confidence there. Debbie thought she would a good model for aging. If there was ever any graceful way to age.
“Mr. Maitland, Mrs. Maitland. I’m sorry to see you here. I had hoped you two would find a way to reconcile.”
Debbie had met the judge, and her longtime, on and off-again companion Judge Herman Herring, at various social events over the years. She liked both of them. The gossip she’d always heard was that Herring was a staunch Catholic and married to another staunch Catholic who would never grant him a divorce. He could never remarry and so he and Holden could never be legal. But they had seemed to really care for each other.
Bill just shook his head. After a moment Debbie did too.
“I gather from your attorneys neither one of you had any interest in counseling?”
Both shook their heads.
“And Ms. Linder, I’m told your client has voluntarily relinquished any interest in support or maintenance, even after a nearly 20 year marriage. Her husband earns substantially more than Mrs. Maitland.”
Lew stepped in smoothly, saying, “But Mr. Maitland has agreed to generous child support for both children which will continue for another four years, has agreed to keep up insurance on both and to help with their college educational expenses.
“Also, your honor, Mrs. Maitland voluntarily agreed that it was in the best interests of both parties not to push for support. While Mr. Maitland earns more, Mrs. Maitland will, in her new position with the Public Defender’s Office, earn a substantial income.”
“And the people in the Twin Towers voluntarily jumped,” Joyce Linder said bitterly under her breath. Debbie looked at her, and noted that she’d lost weight. Her face showed new lines. Lew had warned her that most women didn’t end up happily after spending time with his partner Norm, but like most women, she’d had to find out the hard way. Debbie knew she could have warned Linder, but Norm was the kind of poison you had to learn about the hard way. As she had.
Holden glanced at both attorneys, then focused on Debbie.
“And that is your un-coerced decision, Mrs. Maitland?”
She didn’t want to, but she stared without blinking into Bill’s eyes. She was being screwed over, and not in the fun way, but she’d survive. And he could have hurt her a lot more with the emails if he’d wanted to.
“Yes, your honor. It was my decision completely. I don’t need or want Bill’s support. I can take care of myself.”
Holden looked down at the papers in front of her. Then at Bill.
“I’ve known you and your wife almost from the first day I came on this bench, Mr. Maitland. Strictly aside from any professional or philosophic feelings I might have about divorce, I have to say I’m sorry it came to this.”
“So am I, your honor, so am I. But sometimes... we’ll both survive. Life goes on.”
“Your divorce is hereby granted.”
She turned to her bailiff and said, “Please call in the next case.”
Bill walked out of the courtroom first without looking back while Lew stayed to talk to Joyce Linder. Debbie walked up behind him. He had lost weight. Even in casual clothes, he looked better than he had even a month before. He moved differently, younger than she remembered.
“After 20 years together, you just walk away, without a word?”
He turned back to her and she was shocked to see his eyes gleaming.
“You could say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry? I’m sorry? You are unbelievable. You bitch.”
“I know a lot of it is my fault. But you really don’t think you share any of the blame?”
“No, I know it’s my fault. I was stupid enough to think that being a good husband and loving my wife and working my ass off for her and my kids for my entire life entitled me to some loyalty. I was foolish.”
“So if I’d been willing to just rub your paycheck all over my naked body I should have been happy with the life you gave me?”
“Oh, don’t go there, Debbie. You-“
He bit his lip.
“I don’t want to do this, Debbie. I spent more than five months doing my best to stay away from you because I must have known deep down that not only were you going to shit on me, but you were going to try to make me believe I deserved it. Maybe I wasn’t the husband you wanted, or needed, but I loved you from the days at UF. I still love you, which I think, you bitch, you know deep down.”
“You loved me so much that you spent every stinking waking minute that you could away from me and the kids? That’s how you showed your great love? And you let yourself get so flabby that I couldn’t stand to have you touch me? Until we split and then, you son of a bitch, you start working out and slimming down and getting hot.
“I know that mutant slut of Edwards is after you. Or are you doing her already? And I’ve heard about that bitch Jessica. And how about on that cruise? You bang any widows or divorces on that one? I think sometimes that Clarice was right about you all along. You stopped caring about how you looked for me because you were getting all you wanted at the office? Was she right?”
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