This is the sixteenth part of a fiction serial, in 1300 words.
I had guessed Doherty would be on time, and he was. He was like no detective I had ever seen before. Stick-thin, and dressed in a dark suit, he looked more like an undertaker than a cop. Cropped black hair, and pale skin that didn’t seem to have ever seen sunlight. He insisted on showing me his shield to identify himself, and refused my offer of coffee. “I don’t drink coffee, Sheriff”. I started to be concerned about him right off. Who doesn’t drink coffee?
He wasn’t a man for pleasantries either. No small talk, straight down to what he had come for.
“Sheriff, I will need to speak to various people around town, and also to Frederick Hayes, who I believe has moved south. I have already contacted County Hospital with a request to go and talk to Thomas Clinton. As for Edward Silverman, I have spoken to him on the telephone, and I am happy with what he told me. I just wanted you to know that I will be around, out of respect for your position here. However, I do not need you to accompany me. I will stay at the motel for now, as I would like to speak to you once I have made my investigations”.
There was something strange about the man. It was as if he wasn’t all there. I had let him ramble on without interruption, but it seemed to me he didn’t really know how things worked outside of Renton. “Detective Doherty, I am sure you will agree that it might be better if I went along with you? People don’t take kindly to strangers in towns like Riverdale, and me being there might make things easier for you”. He carried on staring straight into my eyes as he spoke. “I’m afraid that will not be possible. You were one of the boys at the river that day, and it would not be appropriate for you to listen to what anyone tells me”.
I knew I wasn’t going to like this man. Not one bit.
“Then you do what you have to do, detective, and good luck with that. It all happened a long time ago, and memories play tricks. Besides, you won’t get anything out of Tommy. He’s been on the Mental Ward since that Sunday, and has shut down completely. I tried to get Duke to talk to me, but nobody knows where he is. Last I heard, he had gone to Chicago”. Doherty opened a leather briefcase and removed a slim folder. “Paul Tyson is still in Renton, Sheriff. He works at an engineering company. I have already spoken to him”.
So the couple had lied to me that day. I should have known better than to believe them. I hadn’t bothered to check afterwards, and now this strange guy was making me look stupid.
Removing another folder from his case, Doherty carried on. “Milly Hooper. I understand she was working that night? I have an address for her here in Riverdale, but I have been unable to contact her”. I shrugged. “Milly’s long gone, detective. She seemed like an old lady when I was sixteen. She retired when I became a deputy, and died maybe ten years later. You will only find her in the cemetery”. I was sure he already knew that, and wondered why he had mentioned her. “Pretty much all of them have gone now, Doherty, so other than me and Freddie, I don’t really know who you expect to be able to speak to”.
Sliding his files back in the case, he stood up. “That’s all for now, Sheriff. I will call you in a couple of days to arrange to speak to you. Once I have done what I need to do around here”.
He didn’t offer his hand, so I kept mine in my pocket. I walked out behind him so I could see what car he was driving. The black four-door was a typical detective car, and would be easy to spot around town. I intended to keep an eye on this guy.
Liam drove out to the motel and booked a room for two nights. He had easily spotted the new Jeep Cherokee in his rear-view mirror. Dark Red, and hanging back just far enough not to seem too obvious. When he had turned into the driveway leading to the motel, it had carried on up the road at normal speed. In the room, he unpacked some clothes and hung them up in the wardrobe. But he wasn’t about to leave any personal stuff around. And his files and notebooks would all be locked in the trunk of his car. He knew enough about small town motels to know that the manager wouldn’t hesitate to let a deputy or the Sheriff into his room when he wasn’t there.
There was still plenty of time to drive down to Fairview. Liam called from a public phone rather than use the one in his room. Best if nobody knew who he was calling. He spoke to Hayes, and told him he was on his way. When he drove out onto the road from the motel, he soon noticed the Jeep again, parked to the left of the bridge. But this time, it didn’t follow him.
Freddie Hayes was a lot heavier than he had been in his youth. Marriage and good food had filled him out, and thickened him up. Since his Dad had died, he had expanded the dealership, and was doing real good, as far as he was concerned. The last thing he needed was some pencil-neck cop asking him all kinds of questions about that Sunday. But here he was, sitting across from him at the desk.
“Like I told you detective Doherty. When I got to the deep water, I didn’t really feel like swimming. The girls were in the water for so long I got bored. When I suggested we go into town for some ice cream, they said they wanted to stay in the water. Duke had already left. He was awkward around girls, you know? So I went home. It was awful hot that day, and I went up to my room and lay on my bed. My folks gave a statement that I was home, you must have read that?” Doherty didn’t answer that question, and asked more of his own instead. “What about your friend Tommy? What was he doing all this time?” Freddie smiled. “Well we all knew he was sweet on Donna, and supposed she liked him too. But when we got down there she kind of ignored him. She was chatting and laughing with me and Mel. Tommy got in a sulk, and stomped off into the bushes. I didn’t see him again that afternoon”.
Liam was writing in a notebook, and spoke again without looking up. “And Clayton Farlowe?” Freddie smiled again. “Hell, Clay’s the Sheriff up in Riverdale, you can ask him yourself. Far as I recall, he stayed on the bank at the usual spot. Said he didn’t want to come with us to go swimming”. Still writing, Liam pressed the point. “So you didn’t see him anywhere around the swimming place? According to Paul Tyson, he thinks he saw him heading there as he walked home”. Freddie shook his head. “Nah, Duke’s got that wrong. I was there for a good while. When I left, the girls were still in the water, and Clay wasn’t around. Besides, he was still at the same spot when Tommy showed up, all crazy and cut up. He was the one that went for help”.
The detective closed his notebook and stood up.
“Thanks for your time, Mr Hayes. Be aware I may need to talk to you again”.
I saw that my sense of him as a highly intellectual man with autism echoed your sense when you wrote. I just caught up with four episodes at once. Not my preference,but I have been mostly off line and in life. Great series. Shaping up to be your best. I realize I keep saying that, but this one is. A great combination of historical fiction grounded in a new place and a murder mystery.
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Thanks for catching up, and for your very kind compliment, Elizabeth.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Happy Holiday, Pete!๐
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Thanks very much, LM. I just left a message on your blog.
Have a great year in 2020! ๐
Best wishes as always, Pete.
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You’re welcome, my dear. I hope to see you around more often, though I acknowledge that I’m the one who disappears. Haha! ๐ค
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Why was Freddie so open and detailed with Liam? He wasnโt that way with Clay. Actually, I donโt like Liam.
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Freddie is more than a little scared of Liam, I reckon. Besides, he knew Clay was there that Sunday, so didn’t see the need to go over it again.
And it’s okay not to like Liam, you’re not supposed to. ๐
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah! Fear can make you do different things, like talk too much perhaps. Excellent, Pete. Best to you.
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Well, Riverdaleโs due for a shake up….
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Liam is the one to shake things up, Sue, that’s for sure.
Best wishes, Pete.
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A touch of Twin Peaks in my head with the appearance of Liam, but then its a long time ago and my memories are faded and thin.
You have given me another idea, but I need more before its any more than a guess ๐
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Thanks, Eddy. Liam is much colder than Dale Cooper in Twin Peaks, but you are on the right lines.
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) Clay is now alert to the fact that Liam doesn’t drink coffee.
(2) “Stick-thin, and dressed in a dark suit, he looked more like an undertaker than a cop. Cropped black hair, and pale skin that didnโt seem to have ever seen sunlight.” I picture him as the Tall Man, as played by Angus Scrimm, in “Phantasm”โbut younger, and with a haircut.
(3) “There was something strange about the man.” / “People donโt take kindly to strangers in towns like Riverdale…” So Liam is indeed a strange stranger.
(4) Liam also prefers to be a Lone Stranger, whose methods are masked in secrecy…
(5) “I knew I wasnโt going to like this man. Not one bit.” Because Liam is a sharper image of Clay, and Clay resents that?
(6) Liam is a “stick-thin” detective with a “slim folder.”
(7) “I intended to keep an eye on this guy.” When eye spy and private eye become one and the same!
(8) “You will only find her in the cemetery.โ I wonder if Liam plans to dig up dirt on Milly Hooper?
(9) “…it seemed to me [Liam] didnโt really know how things worked outside of Renton.” / Liam “knew enough about small town motels to know that the manager wouldnโt hesitate to let a deputy or the Sheriff into his room when he wasnโt there.” Apparently, Clay has misjudged Liam!
NOTE:
Liam: โSo you didnโt see him anywhere around the swimming place? According to Paul Tyson, he thinks he saw him heading there as he walked homeโ.
Freddie: โNah, Dukeโs got that wrong.”
Clay [Part Two]: “So I left [Tommy] where he was, and headed along the bank to the swimming place, sure I would find the others still there.”
SO, I think Freddie’s assumption is wrong, and that Duke actually did see Clay heading for the “swimming place,” which means Duke lingered… Whether this detail has any bearing on what actually happened, only time will tell.
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You picked up on all of that very nicely, David. Liam and Clay are alike in many ways, but Clay has indeed misjudged him. ๐
And you are right about part two, but that will be explained.
Best wishes, Pete.
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โI donโt drink coffee, Sheriff. I started to be concerned about him right off. Who doesnโt drink coffee?โ๐
No. Liam is definitely NOT a team player. Do you remember the Pendergast series Iโm always raving about? Liam reminds me a little of him. Theyโre in that sort of Sherlock mold. ๐
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I think of him as borderline Autistic, Kim. ๐
Best wishes, Pete.
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I had that impression. I like him Pete. I canโt wait to see how this plays out!
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Hmmm. I have questions, but I know, wait and see!
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You can ask them, but I can’t guarantee an answer. ๐
On the home stretch now, so you will know it all soon.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Okie-dokey
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Liam is on the case, GP! ๐
Best wishes, Pete.
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Without drinking coffee? Unbelievable guy. Lets guess, he is not smoking too. ๐
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