by Ken Douglas
“ Quick, through the gate!” Jim pushed Roma through a wire fence gate just as they heard the boom of the shotgun. They dashed through a backyard, ran along the side of an old wooden house, burst out onto a residential street.
“ Which way?” Roma said.
“ Cross the street.” Jim led her across, up the driveway of another house, into another backyard. “No gate,” he said. “I’ll boost you over.” He laced his fingers together, made a stirrup for Roma to step into. “Come on, quick.”
She stepped into his fingers and he bit his lip against the pain shooting up his broken arm as he boosted her up. She pulled herself over as Jim grabbed onto the top of the fence and struggled, trying to pull himself up. It had been a long time since he had to physically exert himself and he was out of shape. He didn’t think he was going to make it.
“ There they are!”
The voice sent a lightning bolt of straight fear through Jim, forcing him to draw from a hidden reservoir of strength. He pulled himself up and over the fence as the shotgun blasted again. He felt, as well as heard, the pellets flying over his head.
“ Run,” he wheezed, grabbing Roma’s hand. They took off down the alley, but this time it was Roma who was doing the helping.
“ Come on, Jimmy, Come on,” she pleaded, and he fought to keep going.
“ There,” he said, and Roma opened a gate into still another backyard.
They dashed through and she screamed as a German Shepherd sank its teeth into her forearm, dragging her onto the lawn.
“ No.” Jim slammed his cast down on the dog’s head, knocking it out or killing it, he didn’t know. Then he helped her up. “The house,” he said, and they limped across the yard, opened and entered the back door of a pleasant, peaceful-looking home. The back window blew out right after Jim slammed the door.
“ What’s going on?” an elderly lady screamed.
“ Take her into the bathroom.” Jim was still wheezing. “Lock the door, get down and don’t come out till I come back.”
“ Where?” Roma said to the lady.
“ This way!” The woman might have been old, but she wasn’t stupid.
Jim opened the front door, then dashed around the side of the house just as the back door burst open. He ran up the driveway and into the backyard. He reentered the back door as the two men erupted through the front, back onto the residential street.
“ Where did they go?” one voice asked.
“ Don’t know,” a second voice answered.
Then they heard sirens off in the distance.
“ Time to get out of here,” first voice said.
“ Ditch the gun.”
First voice tossed the shotgun into the old lady’s living room, then closed the door.
Jim picked up the shotgun and started for the front door, opened it in time to see them calmly walking away.
“ Don’t!” Donna shouted the thought at him.
“ Why not?”
“ You’ve been lucky. Don’t press it. You’ll just wind up back in jail.”
“ You’re right.” He tossed the shotgun onto a sofa that had seen better days and called out. “It’s okay, you can come out now.” He sat on an overstuffed chair, as old as the sofa, to catch his breath.
“ Are you all right?” Roma asked, coming into the living room.
“ Yeah, the sirens chased them away.”
“ You’re Jim Monday. I recognized you the second you came in the back door. I voted for you. All four times.”
“ Thanks, not many did that last time.”
“ I’m Edna Lambert.”
“ Pleased to meet you, This is my sister-in-law, Roma.”
“ You want me to call 9-1-1?” She picked up a telephone.
“ No, please don’t,” Jim said. “I’m in trouble. I need to think. I need some rest.”
“ No matter what it is, young man, you can count on me.”
“ Maybe not after you hear what I have to say.”
“ Try me.”
“ For starters, I think I might have killed your dog. It bit Roma.”
“ Good for you, I never liked that dog. It was my dead husband’s and you want to know a secret? I never really liked him either. Two years the man’s been dead and they’ve been just about the happiest years of my life. The only thing dragging me down was that damn dog. I’d have killed him myself, if I could have brought myself to do it.”
“ Why didn’t you call the pound?” Roma asked, looking at her arm. Miraculously the bite hadn’t broken the skin.
“ Well, that would be just about the same as killing him, wouldn’t it?”
“ You could have left the gate open and let him wander away.” Roma didn’t seem to want to let it go.
“ Don’t think I didn’t try that. Damn dog wouldn’t leave.”
“ The police are after me for murder,” Jim interrupted.
“ Well, you didn’t do it.”
“ How do you know?”
“ If you did, you wouldn’t be telling me about it.”
Jim smiled and he found himself retelling the last twenty-four hours for the second time that morning.
“ What are you going to do now?” Edna Lambert asked when he finished
“ That’s a good question, Mrs. Lambert,” Roma said.
“ Call me Edna.”
“ Thank you, I will,” Roma said.
“ And I repeat,” Edna said, “what are you going to do now, Jim?”
“ I don’t know. I’m convinced Kohler is behind this somehow, but I’ll be damned if I can figure out why, unless he figures with me dead, he can marry Julia and get all of my money. But he’s loaded, at least that’s the impression he gives and besides, he’s getting half of it as it is. So on the surface it doesn’t make much sense. But he was waiting at that window and I saw that look in his eyes.”
“ I know you’re hurting because Julia left you for Dr. Kohler, but really, Jim, I think you’re way off base,” Roma said.
“ I don’t. It sounds right to me. I’ll bet you dollars to donuts that that doctor is bankrupt,” Edna said.
“ But he still gets half my money.”
“ I can give you at least three reasons why he might want to kill you,” the old woman said.
“ Okay go.”
“ One, maybe half your money isn’t enough. Two, maybe your wife still has some feeling for you, maybe her mind isn’t all the way made up. With you dead her choice is clear. And three, maybe Dr. Kohler just plain and simple hates the thought of you being alive. Some men can’t live with the thought that their woman has been with someone else. And I just thought of a fourth reason. His name.”
“ His name?” Roma said.
“ Kohler, it sounds like killer.” She crossed her arms and looked Jim straight in the eyes.
“ I think you’re right,” he said.
“ Which reason?” Roma said.
“ All of the above. He’s the one. I’m certain, now more than ever.”
“ I’m glad I helped clear that up.” Edna smiled.
“ It’s not cleared up. I refuse to believe my sister is in love with a killer. There has to be another explanation,” Roma said.
“ Maybe there is,” Jim said, “but until we find it, I’m going to assume Kohler is behind this. I can’t come up with anything else.” He heard the sirens in the distance, getting closer and suddenly stop.
“ Sounds like they’ve found my car,” Roma said.
“ They’ll have your name in seconds. It won’t take them long to figure out your relation to me,” Jim said.
“ What are we going to do?”
“ I think we should check into one of those motels on the beach for the day. Maybe later we can take a bus to the airport and rent a car. I can’t think much beyond that.”
“ You’re not going to any motel. You might be recognized,” Edna said.
“ I’ve been out of public life for a long time, nobody’s going to recognize me.”
“ Mrs. Lambert,” Jim started to protest.
“ Edna, I said to call me Edna and I insist. You can stay here and you can use my car. I want to help.”
“ I don’t know what to say.”
“ And that’s not all. I have some money.” She shuffled across the room, opened the top drawer of a China cabinet. She withdrew an envelope. “There’s a thousand dollars here. I want you to have it. And something else,” she said as her hand went back into the drawer and came out with a revolver, “you might need this as well. It’s a thirty-eight police special. It’s loaded. And I have extra ammunition.”
She came toward Jim, with her hands out, envelope in one, pistol in the other.
“ Here, take them.”
“ But your money, why?” Jim asked.
“ My son was on that helicopter.”
She didn’t have to say which helicopter. Jim knew and for an instant he was reliving it. He’d been on one of his solo scouting missions, when he’d heard the firefight. A Special Forces squad was pinned down and pretty cut up. They’d called for a chopper, but at the rate things were going, none of them would be alive by the time it set down. Jim’s raging presence, shooting at the VC from their flank, gave the Special Forces guys new life and they managed to drive the VC back, giving the chopper a brief window to land. Jim was helping the last of the wounded onto the plane when the VC charged. Instead of diving into the chopper, he turned and charged the VC, slicing through them like a wraith, giving the chopper the cover it needed to get away. Once airborne the chopper opened up on the VC, mowing them down like new cut grass as Jim disappeared into the jungle. Safe to fight another day, but three hours later he came across that village, that woman, her girl and the two VC rapists. And then the war was over for Jim Monday.
“ You went to a POW camp for all those years and my boy came home to me,” Edna said. “I can never thank you enough.”
Jim saw her genuine smile and the tears welling up in her eyes. He took the envelope and slid it into the inside pocket of Turnbull’s coat. Then he took the pistol from her and opened his arms. Edna fell into his embrace, hugged him like a mother about to lose her son to war.
“ I think I better take the pistol,” Roma said.
“ But why?” Edna released her hold on Jim.
“ Woman’s pistol champion, NRA, State of California, three years in a row, second in the nationals last year. She hits what she aims at,” Jim said.
“ Do you have an old handbag?” Roma asked. “I left mine in the car.”
“ Yes, I do.” Edna scurried from the room, returning seconds later with a small designer purse. “Will this do?”
“ Fine.” Roma took the purse, dropped the pistol into it. “Now a sharp knife, a steak knife will do.”
“ I have my Swiss Army knife.” Edna went back to the top drawer, withdrew a red pocket knife. “I keep it sharp.” She handed it to Roma.
“ Good.” Roma cut a small hole into one side of the leather purse. “Now I can fire the gun while it’s still in the bag, sort of a special surprise in case we run into those big nasties again, because I really don’t like running away.”
The door burst open. Two men filled the opening. Jim pushed Roma aside, snatched the purse from her, shoved his hand in it, grabbed the gun, started pulling the trigger. The pistol shots boomed throughout the living room, sonic booms to his ears, as he emptied the weapon, sticking each man with three shots in the chest.
“ Two dead nasties,” Roma said, shaken. “I’ve never killed anybody before. I thought I could do it, but I couldn’t. How did you know?”
“ Killing isn’t easy,” Jim said. “Most people can’t do it, and the ones who can, usually regret it for the rest of their lives.”
“ But you can do it?”
“ It wasn’t easy at first. Now it’s instinct. I kill to survive. I don’t question it. I just do it.”
“ It seems so cold.”
“ It was the war.”
“ Oh, yeah.” Her voice trailed off and she had a glassy look in her eyes.
“ Roma, listen to me!” Edna said in a stern, motherly voice. “You can’t go into shock now. Do you hear me? Stay with us.”
Jim went to Roma and put an arm around her shoulders.
“ No time for that. Pull the dead man inside,” Edna said. Jim released her and turned to look at the two men lying on the floor. Both were on their backs, eyes open in death, both chest shot. Heart stoppers. One was half in the house, half out. Jim pulled him inside, shut the door.
“ We have to go. The police will be here any second.” Edna took Roma by the hand, led her through the kitchen, the laundry room and out into the backyard. Jim followed.
“ Wait here. I forgot my keys.” Edna rushed back into the house, came back a full minute later, a large purse in one hand, the shotgun in the other. “Sorry I took so long,” she said. “I got those boy’s guns in my purse. Figured we might need them.”
She was smiling as she went to the front of a single car garage. She keyed a padlock, unlocked it and opened the door.
“ Come on, get in,” she said. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but it will take you anywhere you want to go.” It was a two door, faded green and rust covered 1972 Dodge Charger.
“ You sure that runs?” Jim said.
“ Time’s wasting,” Edna said. “Let’s get a move on.”
Jim opened the passenger door, helped Roma into the back, before getting in the front. Edna climbed behind the wheel, put in the clutch and started the car.
“ Four on the floor,” she said, as she backed down the drive way. She put it in first and slowly drove to the corner, made a right onto Cherry Avenue, where she had to pull over, because of the sirens of two approaching police cars.
“ Looks like we left in the nick of time,” she said as the cruisers screamed by. Then she eased the car back into traffic and headed toward Signal Hill and the freeway. “Where to now?” she added, holding the wheel with white knuckles.
“ Tampico,” Roma said from the back.
“ Don’t know it,” Edna said.
“ It’s up north,” Roma said, “on the coast, past Eureka.”
“ That’s over five hundred miles,” Jim said. “Why there?”
“ Julia went there with Dr. Kohler. They left first thing this morning. He has a house there. I had the phone number and address in my purse, but I think we can find them. She said it was a big house, on Mountain Sea Road, overlooking the ocean. How hard could it be?”
“ Why?” Jim asked.
“ She wanted to get away.”
“ With him?”
“ Yes, with him.”
“ No offense,” he turned to Edna, “but when you said this car would take me anywhere I wanted to go, you didn’t have five or six hundred miles in mind, did you?”
“ No, I didn’t.” She clutched the wheel.
“ We need another car. Edna, when you get to Spring Street, turn right. We’ll rent a car at the airport.”
It was noon and sprinkling when Edna parked in the overnight parking garage at the Long Beach Airport. They started to get out of the car when she spoke up.
“ You two wait here. I’ll rent the car and come back. We can’t be carrying a shotgun through the terminal, now can we?”
“ You’re right,” he said.
Twenty minutes later she beeped the horn of a new Ford Explorer. She stopped the SUV in front of her Charger, put it in park, but left the engine running and got out.
“ Let’s move it,” she said. Then she added, “I always wanted to say that.”
Jim tossed the shotgun in the back.
“ Shotgun, I call shotgun.” Edna was laughing as she
got in the front seat on the passenger side. “I always wanted to say that, too.”
“ Tampico, here we come,” Jim said as Roma got in the back.
Ten minutes later they were on the freeway. An hour later they were leaving the Grapevine and moving onto the long straight road that is Highway 5. After another hour both Roma and Edna were lulled to sleep by the rolling wheels and the warm sun and Jim was fighting to stay awake.
“ I can appreciate that you’ve got heaps of problems, but can we take a bit of time to worry about mine now?” Donna interrupted his thoughts.
“ I forgot about you.”
“ It doesn't look like I’m going anywhere.”
“ No, I guess it doesn’t.”
“ I’m somebody too, at least I was until this started. The last thing I remember is driving up from Auckland with my parents for my brother’s wedding. We checked into a motel, because it was late and they wanted to surprise him in the morning. I went to sleep. Then I woke up in your head. I hear what you hear, see what you see, feel what you feel.”
“ Pain or emotions?” Jim asked.
“ Both and it’s creepy. It’s like I’m involved in some kind of super movie, but it’s not a movie. It’s your life and I’m just along for the ride. But it’s better than I thought it would be.”
“ What?”
“ At least there’s something, it’s not just all over. The essence of me, my mind, is still intact. I have my memories. It could be a lot worse.”
“ What are you talking about?”
“ Don’t you know?”
“ No.”
“ Death. I’m dead. That’s the only answer. I died and somehow my soul got trapped in you.”
“ Give me a break.”
“ Do you have another answer?”
“ Yeah, a real simple one.”
“ What?”
“ I’m going crazy, Looney Toons, I’m losing my fucking mind.”
“ You don’t have to swear.”
“ Now I know I’m losing my fucking mind.”
“ Really, if I have to be here, can we watch the language? I can take a lot if I have to, but I draw the line at swearing.”