Why would I say that? Well, the three of us belonged to same hunt & fish club and while we weren’t close enough for anyone to suspect any bias, we were more than just acquaintances, so I didn’t expect the cops to shit on me this time–not so long as those two stayed on the case.
I must say, for a woman who’d just been caught doing what Pat had been doing, she came out dressed pretty darn sexy. She walked right up to Boone saying, “Can we please just follow you to the station? After all, this might be the last time we get together for quite a while.”
“I…uh…” Boone looked over at Ski as if he didn’t quite know what to say. “Weeelll,” he was hesitant if he was anything. “It would be breaking just about every rule in the book…”
“Hell, why not?” Ski finally voiced an opinion. We’ll stick right behind them and it’s very unlikely anybody will be in the parking lot this time of day, so why not?”
So that’s how we got to talk a few minutes before the shit would hit the fan. “Listen Al,” Either the events of the night had sobered her up awful quickly or she wasn’t as drunk as she seemed to be earlier. “I know you’re pissed with me and I can’t say I blame you. I really have no excuse for my actions, but even though I know you won’t believe me, I really do love you and only you. Harry was just–hell I don’t know how to describe it…” She hesitated before finishing, “just a good fuck, maybe. I guess the old, ‘Devil made me do it,’ wouldn’t be far off.
“But we got bigger problems just now. Listen and listen good, when they question you, just claim you walked in the room and caught him raping me. Remember–no matter what, you thought he was raping me and when you tried to stop it, he wouldn’t quit. You were just trying to get him off me.”
“Do you think anyone will believe that?”
“They will after I tell my story…”
That’s when that strange ringing/buzzing noise started. I remember thinking, it’s getting dark awfully early for this time of year, and I believe I thought something like, ‘I better stop this damn car’ but that was it. My next rational thought was, ‘where the heck am I and why is all this crap hooked up to me?’
My next surprise was not being able to move my head, that’s when I started to panic. About that time a woman leaned over me and I realized she was a nurse, so that must mean I was in a hospital.
“Why, hello, Mr. Baxter. Good to see you back with us.”
I tried to speak, but couldn’t. I panicked. Obviously she noted my concern.
“Don’t worry about not being able to talk; we have a tube in you and that’s preventing it. The doctor is on his way and I expect he’ll remove it and answer all the questions you might have.”
I sure hoped so, cause I had a jillion of em.
“Don’t worry, Honey. I already spoke with him and he assures me you’ll be as good as new–maybe even better.”
That was the first time I realized someone else was in the room, and that someone was Pat. What was she doing here?
“Oh, you know this lady, Mr. Baxter?” The nurse looked amused. “You must, or at least she must know you–she has hardly left this room for almost two weeks.”