Six hours later-
Inspector Hemmingway stood up, straightened his back. He looked taller than his six-foot two height. He walked around the chair I was sitting in. He would do a couple shoulder and arm exercises as he walked.
Staff Sergeant Argena was leaning against the wall in front of me. Her auburn hair was a shaggy bob. She looked to be my height but she is a friend to the gym. I’m a friend to gin.
Hemmingway stopped in front of me and appeared to be transfixed on a painting on my wall. I liked that painting and the painter. I would kid him about being the only real Mormon beatnik in the Ozarks. He lived in a third-floor studio apartment overlooking a public parking lot and the greasiest spoon diner in southwest Missouri. His paintings sell well. It keeps him fed in tacos and fried chicken from the diner and when he can’t wear them anymore underwear from the dollar store.
I digress.
Hemmingway leaned into me. I could smell his twenty-four hour deoderant fading away.
“Listen, Mr. Smart Ass Private Eye, let’s make this the last time I ask this question, what happened while you were at Freehand’s manor?” He took a step back and tried to kill me with one of his scowls.
“Glad this is the last time, Inspector. I had no reason to be anywhere near Freehand’s manor. I was not invited. I have no explanation for how I woke up there. The last thing I remember was unlocking my apartment door.”
Sergeant Argena walked over to me.
“May I sir,” she said to Hemmingway.
“Hell yes, Staff Sergeant. I need a smoke and something to eat. Oh, and I give you permission to use any painful device you want. Leave the door open.” He put on his raincoat and left.
Sergeant Argena stood behind me. Silence. I could hear her breathing. She leaned over. I could smell her cinnamon-apple breath freshener and her calming exhalation of her scent free body.
“Taon, close your eyes and picture in detail, what happened when you arived at the manor,” she said.
I tried but all that I could ‘see’ was the room I woke up in. I told her that. She stood in front of me.
“Ok, Taon, by the way, did you make up your name, or was your mom delirious when she named you? Go on, describe it in as much detail as you can,”
“I just woke up. No noise. It was dark. I couldn’t focus on anything. Except I was naked. Then it dawned on me I wasn’t wearing my glasses. I started feeling around for them. That’s when I noticed my hands and the bed were covered in a sticky substance. I found my glasses on a pillow next to me. They were covered in the substance. I put them on. I saw a window across from me. Its shade was drawn. I got out of bed and started to walk to the window. I lost my footing a couple of times, the floor was covered in something very slippery. I got the shade open. The sun was shining. I looked around the room. It was a slaughterhouse. Blood was everywhere. I made my way to the door stepping over body parts, men, women all naked. I think I threw up once -“
“Twice,” corrected Argena.
“Yeah, twice. I got out of the room. I was covered in….in pieces of guts and blood. I was on an upper floor. I could see the stairs below me. Someone said my name. I turned and a young woman dressed like a french maid was standing beside me.
“I will set your clean clothes on this shelf, and the bathroom is here. I took the liberty of turning on the shower. Medium warm, Yes?” She put my clothes on the shelf, opened the bathroom door and went down the stairs.
“I had too many questions, but right then I just wanted to get the blood off of me. I picked up my clothes and shut the bathroom door. I got out of the shower and started dressing. I didn’t find my underwear but a year of fighting in the jungles taught me how to do without. I put on my loafers and stepped out onto the hallway.
“I didn’t want to but I had to look inside the room. The stench was still hanging in the air.
“Then I heard a woman scream. I looked, it was the maid. Her clothes were torn to shreds. She was trying to cover herself with both arms. She was screaming something like “He is here, in the hallway. Hurry please before he kills me!”
“I started to walk towards her. To find out what was going on. That’s when I was tackled from behind. I got a knee in my back and was handcuffed. I must’ve passed out. I came to in my apartment.”
“We arrested you as you were going into your apartment. We were going to arrest you for assault, but later we got the report of what happened at Freehand Manor. The photos arrived. Forensics’ initial report had found over a dozen of your prints all over the room. You really haven’t been much help for us or yourself.”
Hemmingway stepped into the room. “Anything new,” he growled.
Argena shook her head.
“The DA is on the way over. That socialist. You damn well know something you’re not sharing with us,” his face was livid. “I want it now, you S.O.B..” he lurched at me. Argena tried to block him. He slammed into her knocking her backwards. I grabbed her and turned to meet Hemmingway’s body.
“Inspector Hemmingway! We want to win a case by following a proper interrogation procedure. Get your ass in the hall and wait for me,” said District Attorney Merrit.
“Damn it, you get out in the fuckin’ hallway and let me do my job, Merrit. To hell with your court cases.”
Merrit nodded and three large cops came in. They walked over to Hemmingway and two seconds later he was six-inches off the floor being carried out by the two cops.
“You may continue Sergeant,” Merrit said.
She turned to face me. She was maybe an inch shorter. She was smiling. I smiled back. She plowed her fist into my gut. I stumbled back into my chair.
“What the hell was that for,” I gasped.
Argena leaned in and whispered, “Thanks for the rescue. But next time know where your paws are. If I want them on my boobs, I’ll put them there.”
I nodded in agreement.
THREE
“I believe I figured out why you and the Inspector are such good friends,” Argena was typing away on her laptop.
I sat across from her waiting for the first shoe to drop.
Argena’s eyes narrowed. Her lips slowly came together forming a Mona Lisa grin.
“So, tell me about the Twins murders case,” she said.
I took my time collecting my thoughts, going back ten years. I asked for a diet-cola. She told one of the cops watching us. Sgt. Argena continued reading from her laptop screen.
The cola was cold. The last time I got anything out of that machine, it was a distant cousin to cold. I took two swallows and got as relaxed as I could sitting in a metal chair.
She closed the top and leaned back intentionally, creating a stereo distraction.
I took another drink and began,
“I was a DC-Third Grade assigned to the Operational office. A file clerk to move files around. Hemmingway had just made Inspector Second grade. His attitude changed overnight.
“How?”
“Very condescending to those of us in the lower ranks. It reminded me of a school principal who forgets what it was like to be a classroom teacher.
“He had been working on the case of the Twin’s killer who seemed to be set on eliminating every player on the Minnesota Twins team. So far he had succeeded in killing two Designated hitters and a rookie late-inning relief pitcher. “
She leaned forward. “And?”
“Still the cellar.”