In every profession there
are people who fail to practice what they preach. Good examples include doctors
who smoke a pack of cigarette a day, accountants who forget to file tax
returns, and dentists with mouthfuls of rotten teeth. I feel like one of these
people. As a newspaper man, a journalist, I has sworn to be honest and
courageous in gathering and reporting news. But now, what am I doing? I’m
exactly doing the opposite: trying to cover and hide the truth about my
relationship with Brittany. One voice inside me told me to confess the truth
both to the police and to Reverend Waters. Perhaps he may be ….
“You are Harry, right?”
I immediately snapped out
of my nightmare. I almost dropped the video camera in the process. And who did
I saw when I looked up? Mrs. Susan Waters! She was standing before me. She was
wearing a knee-length green dress, ornamented with golden buttons, and black
high-heeled shoes.
I got to my feet.
“That’s right, Mrs.
Waters”
“You are looking for my
husband, I believe?”
“I thought that I may,
perhaps, speak to him before he left”
“He will be here soon”,
she said.
She then sat down on the
lounging chair near to the one I was sitting and crossed her legs. She made
sure I saw her beautiful laps. Then she said to me, “Please sit down Harry.
There’s something I want to tell you.”
“Can I get you something
to drink?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“But, thanks for asking. I’ve only just finished lunch. Reginald and I are
hoping to leave by three-forty. He’s taking care of the packing right now. He
enjoys doing stuffs like that.”
I sat down and looked at
her.
“Look Harry, I don’t have
much time,” she began. “Please don’t get me wrong if I sound too harsh about
Brittany. However, I must speak to you about her. I’m sure you see my husband
Reginald as gentle clergyman. There’s a lot about him that you don’t know. He
is also ruthless and hard. I’m sorry to say it that way, but that’s the truth.
In any case, like so many hard men, he has a soft spot: his daughter Brittany.
He lavished her with all his affection and love. You may not believe this, but
Reginald basically worshipped his daughter.”
I moved restlessly. Why
is she telling me all these? I was mentally trying to figure out where this was
leading to, with great difficulty. Brittany told me a lot about her father, you
know, about how bitter she had been. As a matter of fact, she had said that he
had no interest in her. She even said that her father only thought of himself
and of how to find a new woman to spend his time with. What Susan Waters was telling me didn’t add up.
“As far as I know he
didn’t give that impression,” I said cautiously. “Many people I know think he
had no time for her.”
“What people?”
“Common Mrs. Susan
Waters” I said, “The Waters are basically celebrities. People in the newspaper
world always talk about them.”
She remained silence for
a while, and then said, “Sure, you are right. That was the impression he did
give. But I’m telling you the real truth now. In actual fact Reginald is crazy
about his daughter. His world revolves around her. But as a clergyman he was
anxious not to be thought an indulgent father. That’s why he stupidly kept her
short of money. He thought too much money will spoil her. I had always believed
that giving Brittany only one hundred
dollars every two weeks was ridiculous.”
I sank a little lower in
my chair. I was not really interested in all these information.
“I know you are anxious
to take up your new appointment in Trenton: you are going to be in charge of
the Trenton Office, right?” She said abruptly.
That stiffened my
attention.
“Yes” I replied. “That’s
what your husband said.”
“And I know the job means
a lot to you?”
“Sure, why…?”
“Reginald do indeed have
a very high opinion of you,” She went on. “He loves you like a son, and he told
me what he wants you to do about this Brittany’s issue. He believes that
Brittany was murdered. I know my husband very well. He always get these fixed
ideas and theories from time to time. And whenever he’s like that nothing
anyone can say will make him think otherwise. He doesn’t care if you or the
police or even the medical examiner are satisfied that her death was an
accident. See what I mean?
I grunted.
She looked inquiringly at
me, smiling.
Sitting down talking about
this made me uncomfortable. Perhaps it was because I believed that her smiling
calmness was fake. I must confess, there is something about her I could sense
rather than see.
“So, do you really
believe what my husband is saying?”
“I can’t say,” I said.
“But then, that’s something I’m going to investigate.”
“I know” she said.
“That’s why I want to talk to you, Harry. My advise is, be careful how you
probe into this business. Reginald, my husband, was crazy about Brittany. And
nobody can blame him for that: it is very natural. And I don’t like speaking
bad things about anyone who can’t defend themselves either, simply because they
are dead and gone. But in this case I have no choice. Reginald see Brittany as
a good, decent and virtuous daughter, but she wasn’t. The truth is, Brittany
loves money a lot. In fact, the best way to describe her relationship with
money is that it is true love. I mean, she can do anything for money: anything.
Like I told you earlier, Reginald gave her an allowance of one hundred dollars every two weeks. I know for a
fact that she spends as much as three hundred dollars a week when she was
living in Trenton. She doesn’t care how she got the money so long as she got
it. I can tell you this: Brittany is one of the most undisciplined, immoral,
worldly, licentious and nasty girl I have ever met.”
The rasp in her voice as
she said this stunned me.
“I know it is not a good
thing to say,” she went on, “but I’m sorry to say that it is the truth. You
will find this out for yourself when you probe her past. She was utterly
rotten, and that’s not an understatement. You will be surprised to know that
this wasn’t the first time she was pregnant. Such things doesn’t bother her.
She knew exactly how to handle it. She dated only lowlifes and degenerate
criminals. If anyone deserved to be killed in that fashion, she did.”
Wow! This is getting more
scary. I drew in a long, slow breath.
“You know all these, and
yet you don’t think she was murdered?” I said.
“I have no idea.” She
stared at me. “All I can tell you is that the police and the medical examiner
are satisfied her death was an accident. So my question to you is this: why do
you doubt their verdict?”
“I’m just doing what your
husband told me to do. Just look at it this way: he is my boss and he wants me
to investigate. So, it’s an order.”
“Look Harry, I’m telling
you know that you are certain to uncover a whole series of unpleasant things
about her if you investigate her death as a murder. I am sure she behaved in
Middle River as she had behaved in Trenton. It will be impossible for you to
hide these facts from Reginald. The problem is that he is very fragile and
sensitive when it comes to Brittany. He is completely convinced that Brittany
is a descent girl. He will be in a state of shock if you reveal her dark side
to him. And believe him, he will hate you forever for shattering his illusions
about Brittany. Not only that, I doubt if he will hire a man who has shown him
how completely fooled he has been about such a worthless daughter in the most
important position on his newspaper company. See what I mean? Between me and
you, you can see why I am asking you not to probe deeply into this business?”
Again, this was a huge
surprise, coming from somebody like Susan Waters. I reached out, picked up my
glass and finished my drink.
“So, how come you know so
much about Brittany Waters?” I asked.
“Because, unlike my
husband, I’m not blind. She was my step-daughter, and I’ve known her for years.
I had seen the men in her life. You can say I told you this: Brittany’s
behavior was notorious.”
I thought then there was
more to it than that. I was so sure of it that I could bet on it, but I didn’t
say so.
“What you are telling me
now puts me on a spot,” I said. “Your husband has told me that I won’t get the
Trenton job if I don’t uncover the facts about Brittany’s death. Now you are
telling me I still won’t get it if I do. So, what do you want from me?”
“Don’t uncover anything
about Brittany’s death,” she said. “Go slow and delay things. I can assure you
my husband will eventually get over the shock of her death. I do understand
that he is furious and revengeful at the moment. But as soon as he gets back to
Trenton or Middle River, or wherever he decides to stay, he will be caught up
once more in his work, and he will calm down. That doesn’t mean that you
shouldn’t do nothing to convince him that you are really busy working on the
assignment, you know. You can report progress to him in a couple of weeks.
Believe me he will soon let the matter
drop. If you don’t start a formal investigation, you will still get the Trenton
job. I can assure you of that. But if you do, you will be surprised of the
outcome. I know my husband very well. He will never forgive you when he learns
the truth about Brittany.”
“So you suggest I sit
back and do nothing, while at the same time acting like I am working of the
assignment?”
I was looking at her face
when I said this. And I noticed that, for a brief moment, her fixed smile
slipped. A starring fear jumped into her eyes and that startled me. It was
there for a split second, then the smile came back. But I’m sure I had seen her
fear all right.
“Like I said before, you
will have to make my husband to believe you are doing your best, Harry. Believe
me, no one can blame you if you don’t discover any worthwhile information, as
long as you are sending him reports.” As she said that, she leaned forward and
put her hand on mine. “Please I need you to do this for me. Just don’t check up
Brittany’s life in Middle River. I want peace of mind in my marriage. I know
how my husband would react if he knew the truth about Brittany. I’m the one who
persuaded him to let her go to Middle River, and he’s going to blame me too. So
I’m not asking you just for your sake. I have my selfish reasons too.”
Since I could see the
reception hall from where I was sitting, I saw Reverend Waters came out of the
elevator and go over to the reception desk. I quickly pulled my hand from hers
and stood up.
“Here’s Reverend Waters
now.”
Her mouth tightened.
However, she turned to wave to Reverend Waters who came over. On his left arm
was a light overcoat and he carried a dispatch case on his other hand.
“Hello Harry,” he said as
he put down his case. “Did you want to see me? We really don’t have much time.”
I actually went there to
tell him about the missing films and about the black Pontiac that had followed
me. But I can’t say that now, after listening to Susan Waters, his wife.
Instead I decided that I needed some time to think over what she had said before
I committed myself. For a while I couldn’t explain what I was doing there. But
Susan already knew what to say to cover me up.
“Mr. Harry brought
Brittany’s camera,” she said.
I was surprised how she
knew the camera was Brittany’s. But then
I glanced at the case and realized she had spotted Brittany’s initials on it.
In any case, this show of ingenuity told me that she is a lot clever than I had
imagined.
Reverend Waters scowled
at the camera.
“I really don’t want the
camera – nor any of her things,” he said. “They bring bad memories. Get rid of
it.”
I said I would do that.
“Did you find any new
thing at the vacation house?”
I caught Susan’s anxious
eyes, and then shook my head.
“Nothing helpful” I said.
“Please try harder. I
need to see results as soon as possible. We need to get this asshole and deal
with him fast. You are permitted to hire some men and put them to work on this.
I want you to have something reasonable for me by the time I get back to Middle
River….understand?”
I said I understood.
He took from his pocket a
key and gave it to me.
“This is the key to our
house in Middle River. I want you to arrange to have her clothes and other
things collected and sold or donated to some charity. I leave it to you. I
don’t need any of her stuff, except her pictures of course.”
I put the key in my
pocket.
“We should be going
Reginald,” Susan said suddenly.
He looked at his Rolex
watch.
“Sure” he said. “I’ll
leave this to you, Harry. Don’t forget to let me know the moment you found this
asshole, okay?”
As he said that, he picked up his dispatch case and
began to move out of the bar, heading towards the reception hall. Susan
followed him, but that was after she had given me a long, steady stare.
I saw them into the
Cadillac.
“I want to every move you
make on this case Harry,” Reverend Waters said through the open car window.
“Money will not be a problem. If you need some people to help you, then hire as
many as you need. The quicker you get this bastard, the quicker you’ll be working
at our Trenton office.”
I told him I will do my
best.
As the Cadillac drove
away, Susan Waters looked back at me through the rear window. From her eyes, I
could see that she is very anxious and worried.
END OF EPISODE XIII
P.S. Episode Fourteen will be published here next Monday.
Things are getting interesting.
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