Best Laid Plans (Ch. 12)

by Johnny Garcia 8 months ago in fiction

Chapter 12

Best Laid Plans (Ch. 12)

The next morning, Richie and Barbara lounged naked in her bed and ate the breakfast they had ordered. Richie sipped his coffee and collected himself.

“I ran into Jimmy at the homecoming game. We weren’t friendly right away. But, you know, we’ve know each other a long time. We grew up just down the street from each other.”

“I know, Richie. I was there.”

“Of course. Well … Jimmy and I tried to bury the hatchet, so to speak. We went up to a bar we used to go to years ago. Up on Onondaga Hill. We had some drinks. Maybe we had too much to drink. We started arguing.”

“About what?”

“Linda mostly.”

“No surprise there. Then what happened?”

“I guess we were loud. They forced us to leave. We drove down Velasko Road. Jimmy started to skid. We were driving too fast. Next thing I knew, his car flipped.”

“Did you challenge him in your car?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t even feel like I was driving. I can’t explain it.”

Barbara leaned into Richie and he took her in his arms.

“You need to go back, Richie. You shouldn’t have this hanging over your head. It was an accident. It’s not your fault.”

Richie caressed Barbara’s hair. It felt so good to him to have a woman in his arms. This is the way it’s supposed to be, he thought. She absently traced her fingers on Richie’s muscular belly and reached down to feel his cock in her hand.

“If they arrest me when I get home, they’ll probably throw me in jail. After all, I left once before. Then there might be a trial and I could be found guilty. You can’t predict these things. I could go to prison.”

“None of that is going to happen. You got a good lawyer, right?”

“Yeah I do.”

“We’re not going to let anything like that happen to you Richie.”

Richie kissed Barbara and, for the first time in his life, he was immersed in love.

“You believe in me, Barbara?”

“Oh yes. I do Richie. I love you Richie.”

“I love you too, Barbara.” They kissed again, deeply and lovingly. Barbara moved down and took Richie’s cock into her mouth. She wrapped her petite hand around his thick cock and slowly sucked him.

Later that morning, Richie called his lawyer in New York and arranged a visit to the police station. Richie and Barbara took a flight home to Central New York, but not before a tearful goodbye to David and Sarah.

“Your love for each other inspired me to go on when I thought I couldn’t. I owe you so much.”

“You don’t owe us anything Richard,” David said.

“Just keep us in your prayers, son” Sarah said. “And we’ll keep you in ours.”

Barbara and Richie flew home together. Richie’s attorney met them at the security gate. Some reporters with television cameras were there as they went from gate to an awaiting car that took them to police headquarters on State Street. More cameras were waiting for them. They were escorted to an interview room. A detective, the woman that questioned Linda and Barbara, and a representative from the district attorney’s office were waiting for them.

“Welcome home Richard,” the detective said. Looking at Barbara, “You know I told you you’d be in trouble if you knew where he was and didn’t tell us.”

“I didn’t know where he was. I ran into him by accident,” Barbara said.

“We’ll get to that later,” the DA said holding back the detective.

The detective leaned back in her chair and adjusted a microphone connected to a recorder.

“Start from the beginning. Tell us what happened starting with your meeting with Jimmy at the homecoming game.”

Richie told his story from beginning to end. When he finished, he expected something. Instead he got silence.

“Do you know what flunitrazepam is?”

“No. What is it?”

“How about Rohypnol?”

“I don’t know what that is either.”

Richie’s attorney spoke up. “Why are you asking these questions? My client is not a chemist.”

“Rohypnol is commonly called a roofie. It’s a date rape drug.”

Richie was confused.

“Rohypnol was found in Jimmy’s blood.”

“My client is not a rapist either. Where are you going with this?” Richie’s attorney demanded.

“We think your esteemed client here micked his friend, goaded his friend into an argument, raced him down Velasko Road knowing he would have an accident. His death was icing on the cake to your client.”

“That’s crazy,” Richie said.

The DA spoke up. “Tell your client that is definitely not crazy. That’s manslaughter and he’s under arrest. Read him rights.”

As the detective handcuffed Richie and read him rights, Barbara and Richie looked at each other aghast. The situation was incomprehensible.

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Chapter 13, the final chapter, will be published Thursday, February 7, 2019.

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Johnny Garcia

Johnny Garcia is a writer based in Clearwater, Florida.  He writes short stories, screenplays, essays, and he is currently working on a novel.  Your support is greatly appreciated.  

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