The May Day Murders

by Scott Wittenburg

  Amy! Ann thought. She’s been taking a shower! Ann’s blood pressure shot up.

  Jerry shoved the boy forward through the doorway pinning his arm behind his back as he did so. He stood just inside the doorway and explained. “When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that the light in the backyard suddenly went off. I thought it was peculiar so I ran back to the fence to be sure that everything was all right. I spotted this little twerp peaking in the bathroom window so I jumped the fence and headed toward him. He saw me and started running the other way, but I caught him. Then he resisted and tried to get away from me, so I slapped him around a couple of times.”

  Ann watched Jerry as he forced the boy over to the center of the living room and glared at him reproachfully. Ann was practically in hysterics at the moment and wasn’t sure what to do or say. She could see the boy more clearly now and she looked him over. He appeared to be about fifteen or sixteen with a peach fuzz baby face and short brown hair. His expression was absolutely forlorn as he stared down at the floor. In spite of the allegation against him, Ann felt the slightest pang of pity for him for some odd reason and it was more than obvious that he was absolutely terrified of Jerry Rankin.

  “His lip is bleeding-I’ll go get a damp cloth,“ Ann suddenly said.

  Jerry shot her a scornful look. “You should let him bleed to death!”

  Ann ignored his remark and went into the kitchen. Her hands were trembling as she held a dishcloth under the tap and struggled to compose herself. It wasn’t until she was half way back to the living room that it finally hit her: the boy she was feeling sorry for only a moment ago was not only a peeping Tom that had trespassed on her property but most likely the same pervert who had been making those obscene phone calls! Ann clenched her teeth with great determination as she returned to the living room and handed the dishtowel to the boy.

  “What’s your name?” she demanded.

  The boy brought the towel to his injured lip and replied slowly. “Larry Underwood.”

  “And what exactly were you doing in my backyard, Larry?”

  The boy blinked his eyes a couple of times and turned away from Ann. “Looking into the window.”

  “Why, may I ask?”

  Larry Underwood continued looking away from her. “I was trying to see Amy.”

  Ann got right up in his face. “So you know my daughter-is that correct?”

  The boy nodded slowly.

  “And do you attend Woodcrest High?”

  Larry nodded again.

  “And is this the first time you’ve snooped around my house or have you done it before?”

  “The first time-I swear!”

  “Tell Mrs. Middleton the truth, you little pervert!” Jerry glared. “That’s not what you told me outside.”

  Larry Underwood’s eyes went from Jerry Rankin to the floor. “Maybe a couple of times before.”

  Ann then said, “And have you been making obscene phone calls to this house?”

  The boy faced Ann and replied,” No! I haven’t done that and I’m really telling you the truth now!”

  Ann looked over at Jerry, who had the boy in an arm lock. “He denied making the calls to me, too. I don’t know whether to believe him or not.”

  “I swear, Mrs. Middleton. I have never called your house. I’ll admit that I’ve snooped around a couple of times, but that’s all-you gotta believe me!” he pleaded.

  “What’s going on?”

  All three turned at the same time and saw Amy standing in the hallway. She was wearing her bathrobe and her expression went from bewildered to absolute shock when she recognized Larry Underwood.

  “What are you doing here, Larry? What happened?”

  No one answered right away, so Jerry Rankin took over. “Go ahead Larry. Tell Amy what you’re doing here.”

  Larry gave Ann a pained look of desperation as if to say “please don’t make me tell her.” Ann decided to remain silent to see if Larry Underwood would have the guts to confess his crimes. Amy, in the meantime, was staring at her mother for a clue as to what was going on.

  Finally, when it became apparent that Larry wasn’t going to speak, Ann said, “Larry was peaking in the bathroom window at you, honey.”

  Amy’s face turned beet red. Her eyes went from her mother to Larry to Rankin before she turned around bolted up the stairs to her bedroom, sobbing as she ran.

  Ann ran after Amy. When she reached the upstairs landing, she saw that her daughter’s bedroom door was closed. She knocked on it softly.

  “Can I come in, sweetie?”

  Moments later, Amy replied, “I don’t care.”

  Ann entered the room and found Amy lying in the bed crying. She sat down on the bed and began stroking Amy’s damp hair comfortingly.

  “I’m sorry, honey. I know how you must feel right now. Has this Larry boy been bothering you at school?”

  Amy sat up and determinedly struggled to get herself under control. “I hardly know the jerk,” she replied, wiping the tears from her eyes. Her expression suddenly changed when she glanced over at the clock and saw the time.

  “Jason will be here in half an hour, Mom! You have to get Larry out of here!”

  “But we have to call police, honey. He was trespassing and-”

  “The police! No, Mom, please! Just let him go-I don’t want him arrested. It’ll be all over school!”

  “ But-”

  Amy grabbed Ann’s arm and stared at her pleadingly. “Please, Mom, listen. Jason is picking me up in a few minutes, I’m not even dressed yet, and if you call the police it’s going to ruin everything! Please just let Larry go-I’m sure he has already learned his lesson by the looks of his face. Did Mr. Rankin do that to him?”

  “Yes, he did,” Ann replied hesitantly.

  “That’s just great! Now everybody is going to be talking about how my mother’s boyfriend beat up a minor. Jesus, I can’t believe this! My life is ruined!”

  Ann was speechless. She couldn’t believe Amy was obviously more worried about her social standing at school than the fact that a prowler had just watched her while she was taking a shower.

  “But the boy needs to be punished, Amy! I can’t just let him get away with this like it never happened. He’s dangerous! And for all we know, he’s the same person who’s been making all of those obscene phone calls!”

  Amy appeared to be unfazed by this.

  “I really doubt that, Mom. Larry may be a little strange but I don’t think he’d go that far-he’s too much of a nerd! Please just let him go. If Jason sees him here, he’ll probably want to kick the shit out of him. Is that what you want to happen?”

  Ann seriously doubted Amy’s last statement and realized that she most likely was making it up just to drive her point home.

  She thought for a moment and then said, “All right, Amy, you win. But I’m going to call his parents. Then they can decide how to punish their son.”

  Amy shrugged. “Whatever. But hurry, Mom, before Jason gets here. I have to get dressed!”

  Ann heaved a sigh then stood up and left the room. As she descended the stairs, she suddenly wished that Sam were there to take care of this matter instead of her having to handle it herself. She never had been very good at this sort of thing.

  When she entered the living room, Jerry was still standing in the same spot as when she’d left.

  “Is Amy all right?” Jerry asked.

  “She’ll be O. K,” Ann replied.

  “We should make him apologize to her,” Jerry declared, glaring at Larry.

  “I don’t think she wants an apology as much as she wants to just go to the dance and have a good time.”

  She faced Larry. “You’re very lucky that my daughter doesn’t want me to press charges against you, Larry. If this dance didn’t mean so much to her, I’d be calling the police right this minute. I am going to call your parents, though-what is your telephone number?“

  Larry cringed. “Please, Mrs. Middleton, don’t call my folks! They
’ll kill me!”

  Jerry peered angrily at the boy. “Well buddy, you should have thought about that before you decided to be a peeping Tom. Now tell Mrs. Middleton your phone number before I beat it out of you!”

  “Jerry!” Ann cried.

  Jerry stared at her and his expression softened. “I’m sorry, Ann. It’s just that this whole thing has made me really angry. This young man is a sicko and I don’t have much patience for his kind. If Amy were my child, I’d force him to apologize to her, then call the police and have them book the little bastard.”

  “Well she’s not your child. And furthermore, I don’t like the use of violence in any size, shape or form. There’s been enough of that already.” Her agitation with Jerry’s poor handling of this matter was just now beginning to sink in.

  Jerry went over and placed his hand on her shoulder.

  “I’m sorry, Ann. It just hasn’t been a very good day.“

  Ann shrugged. “It’s all right Jerry, I know that you mean well. But I’m in between a rock and a hard spot now and I just want to get this matter resolved as soon as possible. This dance means so much to Amy-I really don’t want this to ruin it for her.”

  Jerry nodded and turned to Larry. “Give us your phone number, Larry.“

  Knowing he had no choice, Larry recited his telephone number. Ann went into the kitchen and dialed the number. When Larry’s mother answered, Ann identified herself and explained to her what had happened. His mother had been defensive at first, apparently refusing to believe that her son was capable of doing such a thing. But Ann could also sense that Mrs. Underwood knew her son wasn’t quite above it either.

  She asked to speak to her son and Ann put him on. Ann stood by and could tell by the expression on his face and the gist of his dialogue that Larry Underwood was getting a royal tongue-lashing.

  Moments later, Larry handed the phone back to Ann and his mother informed Ann that she didn’t drive but she had told Larry to come straight home. And if he hadn’t arrived home in 10 minutes, she would call his father at his job and have him go out and track him down. This, Larry’s mother assured Ann, was the last thing Larry wanted to happen. Ann thanked her-perhaps a little too curtly-and hung up the phone.

  “All right, Larry. You can go on now,” Ann said as she led him back to living room.

  Jerry was standing by the door and opened it for him. “We don’t want to see you around this house ever again, Larry. Is that clear?”

  “Yes sir.”

  Before leaving, Larry turned to Ann and said, “I’m sorry Mrs. Middleton.”

  Ann replied, “You should be.”

  Larry turned and went out the door. Ann and Jerry both stood and watched Larry Underwood as he sauntered down the driveway to the street. His gait was slow and Ann had a feeling that he wasn’t looking forward to arriving home and facing the wrath of his mother and father.

  “I hope his parents ream him out good,” Jerry declared. “That’s one sick kid.”

  Ann waited until Larry was out of sight then closed the door. “Jesus, what an ordeal,” she sighed, leaning back against the wall. She looked at Jerry. “Do you think he was the same one who has been making the obscene phone calls?”

  “Who knows? I wouldn’t put it past the little hoodlum.”

  Ann smiled. “Thanks, Jerry. I’m sure glad you came around when you did.”

  Jerry returned the smile. “As I told you before, that’s what I’m here for.”

  “I’d better go see how Amy’s doing.”

  “Do you think she’d mind if I take some pictures?” Jerry asked. “My camera is out in the car.”

  Ann shook her head. “I don’t think so-she sure hammed it up for you last weekend.”

  “Great-I’ll go get it.” Jerry said and headed for the front door.

  Ann glanced at the clock on the mantle and hoped that Amy was almost ready-Jason would be arriving any minute now. She ran up the stairs and found her daughter sitting at the vanity putting the finishing touches on her makeup.

  “You look beautiful, sweetie!” Ann exclaimed as she walked over to her. She could tell by Amy’s reflection in the mirror that she was really starting to get nervous about the big dance.

  “I’m glad you’re here, Mom. Can you put this necklace on for me?”

  “Certainly, honey.”

  Amy reached for the diamond necklace that Ann had recently bought for her and handed it over. Ann stood behind her daughter, placed the necklace around her neck and fastened the clasp.

  “There you go. Is everything all right, honey?”

  Ann shrugged her shoulders and continued applying her lip gloss. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  “Nervous?”

  “A little.”

  “Are you over the little episode that just happened?”

  Amy paused a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. I take it you called Larry’s parents?”

  Ann nodded. “Yes, and his mother wasn’t pleased with him at all. Larry has now gone home to face the music.”

  “Thanks, Mom, for not calling the cops,” she said sincerely.

  “You’re welcome, sweetie. I just want you to go out and have a great time tonight, okay?”

  “I will, Mom.”

  Amy stood up and fiddled with her hair a little then turned around and faced her mother. “What do you think?”

  “You look simply wonderful, honey. Jason is very lucky to be taking the most beautiful girl at Woodcrest High to the dance!”

  “Right, Mom,” Amy replied, rolling her eyes.

  “Mr. Rankin would like to take some pictures, if that’s all right with you.”

  Amy cast her mother a pained look. “Oh, I guess so. As long as he makes it really quick.”

  Just then the doorbell rang and Amy’s face lit up.

  “He’s here!” My God, I hope I look all right! Oh, look at this hair-Mom, go down and stall Jason for a few minutes, okay?”

  “Your hair looks fine, Amy. Relax!” Ann chuckled.

  “Please, Mom!”

  “All right. I’ll go stall him for you.”

  Ann went back downstairs and opened the door. Jason Walborn stood there with a sheepish grin on his face.

  “Hello, you must be Jason,” Ann smiled, holding the door for him to enter.

  “Yes. How are you Mrs. Middleton?”

  “Just fine.” Ann shook his hand and glanced at Jerry. “This is Mr. Rankin, Jason. A, er, friend of mine.”

  “Nice to meet you, Jason,” Jerry said as he shook his hand.

  Jason Walborn was as tall if not taller than Jerry Rankin with sandy hair cropped short, angular jawbones, and deep set blue eyes. He was dressed semi-formally in a sport jacket, shirt and tie, and a pair of khaki Dockers.

  Ann led the two men into the living room. “Would you like to sit down, Jason? Amy should be down shortly.”

  “Sure,” he replied, sitting down on the sofa.

  “Amy tells me that you’re a soccer player.”

  Jason nodded. “Yeah, we won the division championship last year.”

  “I didn’t know that. That’s wonderful!”

  “Yeah, we had a really awesome team last year.”

  There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment, then Jerry said, “What kind of car are you driving?”

  “A Honda Prelude.”

  “You must have a job then, I assume.”

  “Nah. My parents bought the car for me.”

  “I see,” Jerry replied, his sudden distaste for the obviously spoiled young man apparent on his face.

  Moments later, Amy came down the stairs and entered the room. “Hi, Jason!”

  Jason stood up and strode over to her. “Hi. You look totally awesome!”

  Amy blushed. “And so do you! Will you go get the flowers, Mom?”

  “Sure, honey,” Ann replied.

  Ann went into the kitchen to fetch Jason’s boutonniere and Amy’s corsage from the fridge. The two kids managed to attach their flowers to one another as Jer
ry looked on, brandishing his camera.

  “Just a couple of shots?” he said.

  Both Amy and Jason sighed and allowed Jerry to pose them in front of the mantle.

  “Here we go,” he said encouragingly to the young couple. “Let’s see a smile!”

  Amy and her date grinned nervously as Jerry Rankin snapped a shot.

  “That was great! Just one more! Get a little closer,” he commanded.

  Jason and Amy stared at one another and smirked. Jason put his arm around Amy and smiled confidently. Jerry snapped the shot and placed both prints on the coffee table.

  “These are looking great,” he said as the images began to appear. “Take a look at how cute you two look together.”

  Amy and Jason joined Ann and glanced at the photos.

  “Yeah, we really look cool, Mr. Rankin,” Amy commented less than enthusiastically, “Can we go now?”

  “I’ll go get your jacket for you,” Ann told Amy. She fetched Amy’s coat and helped her on with it, kissing her daughter’s cheek afterwards. “Have a wonderful time, honey!”

  “Thanks Mom.”

  “And drive carefully,” she added to Jason.

  “I will, Mrs. Middleton,” he assured her.

  Amy stepped out on the porch, Jason following behind.

  “Bye mom,” she said as she led her date away from the house.

  “Don’t be late!” Ann called after the departing couple.

  Ann and Jerry stood inside the doorway and watched as the two got into Jason’s Prelude. After they had backed out of the driveway, Ann closed the door and sighed.

  “I hope Amy watches out for herself. That Jason boy is much too old for her.”

  “She’ll be all right, Ann. Amy seems to have a pretty good head on her shoulders from what I’ve seen.”

  Ann said, “Yes, I suppose you’re right. That is, as long as she stays sober. Come to think of it, I could stand a drink about right now. Do we have enough time?”

  Jerry smiled. “Of course. The lanes are open until midnight.”

  “Let’s have a drink, then. I really need one after all of this!” Ann exclaimed.

  “Lead the way-I’m right behind you,” Jerry said cheerfully.

  CHAPTER 20

  One month earlier, Stanley Jenkins quietly swung the door open, stepped onto the roof and closed the door behind him. It was even darker on top of the ten-story apartment building than he thought it would be and for a moment he considered using a flashlight before abruptly dismissing the idea. He waited a couple of minutes for his eyes to adjust before making his way toward the corner of the roof.