A New Man Part 26

The door didn’t budge the first or second time that Jacob’s foot landed on it. But the third time, as they say, was the charm. Pieces of wood from the frame flew into the sparsely decorated living room like shrapnel from a grenade. Jacobs eyes filled with the image of blond hair whipping everywhere as the door plowed into the wall, barely staying on the hinges. On the wall across the living room sat a fifty two inch plasma and with its back to the door sat a tan leather couch and two naked inhabitants. Jacob’s attention went to the girl who sat astride the blond mop of Roger.

He noticed what he hadn’t noticed in the dim light of the night. The girl wasn’t sixteen. She was young, but not sixteen.

“What the Fuck!” the girl cries, and screams fill the small apartment. Bouncing off of the walls and their naked bodies.

“I’m sorry, I heard a scream and-”

“And what?” RE said. He had a nice soothing tenor of a voice. His naked body looked better than his clothed one. He took pride in his appearance and it showed. “Have you never heard the screams of pleasure?”

“I just thought that someone was getting hurt in here.” Jacob said walking toward the couple.

“What the fuck you still doing here?” Roger asked.

“Truth is I came to ask you a few questions.”
“You a cop man?”

The girl, to Jacob’s surprise still hadn’t covered herself. She sat straddling Roger, maybe with him still inside her. Her breasts were perky and tiny. She had no muscle tone what-so-ever, and parts of her looked to be prepubescent, but it was her face and her hands, back to the hands, that gave her away. She was probably early-mid twenties.

“How old is your girlfriend, Roger?”

“Twenty-four,” she blurted out.

“Looks a lot younger than that doesn’t she, Rog?” Jacob took a seat on a matching sofa next to the couch. He sat the gun on his lap. Blond girl stood and picked up her clothes.

“I really should be going,” she leans down and pecks him on the cheek. “I’ll call tomorrow,” with that her naked body was in the hallway.

Jacob leaned in close to Roger’s naked body. “You know she’s not calling you, don’t you.”

“Yeah, thanks, mother-fucker.”

Roger pulled on his wet blue jeans from the floor.

“Guess you wanna beat me up for fucking underage girls?”

“No, just asking about one in particular.”

Roger looked confused. He pulled on his wet t-shirt and stood up, “mind if I get a beer?”

“It’s your house. Just stay outta the drawers and away from the steak knifes.”

After Roger returned with his beer he sat on the couch and spread his legs like he had nothing to hide.

“You know Haley Murphy?”


“You sure?” Jacob picked up his gun and pretended to be examining it. “I got nine bullets in here that says I can make you admit it. So you might as well save yourself some pain and tell me now.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, honest.”

Jacob pointed the gun at Roger and gently rubs the trigger giving it a slight tug. The click of the gun gives Roger a start. He jumps, throwing his beer in the air and curling into a ball on the couch. “What the Fuck!” the gun didn’t go off.

“I didn’t have one in the chamber but I do now.”

He sat, silent, relaxing back into the couch. Slouching, his body language said he wasn’t talking. Jacob pulled the hammer back on the gun and pointed it at Eric.

“Fine I knew her from around.”

The hammer on the gun fidgeted as Jacob teased the trigger.

“I Cleaned some pools for people in her hoity-toity neighborhood, and I ran into her at the mall a couple times. No big deal.”

“Well it seems to me that it is a big deal, seeing how you like ‘em young. And pretty. And rich.”

“So. What does it matter? I enjoy young looking women.”

“Haley was young. She not only looked 15, she was 15.”

Stunned, and confusion filled his face. His forehead furrowed, causing his eyebrows to sink just above his eyes.

“W-what you mean was?”

“Police found her body this morning near Bledsoe Pond in Catalpa Park.”

“Wait you Th-think, I had something to do with her-” Roger left his words hanging, unable to finish the thought.

“Murder.” Jacob said bluntly. He leaned back into the sofa always keeping the gun aimed on him.

“Well the evidence is pointing to you, Roger.” Jacob said sitting the gun on his lap. “Haley told people that she felt she had a stalker. She saw you around her neighborhood, starting running into her at the mall, and started running in the park when she did. You seemed to be everywhere she was.”


“Really? I learned a long time ago there really aren’t coincidences.”

Roger sunk even further into the couch. “I didn’t kill her, I swear.”

Honesty and sincerity replaced Confusion and stunned on the young man’s face. Jacob saw something else there too.

“Tell me what you know.”

It seemed the whole floor of the apartment was shaking, giving into the vibrations from Roger’s leg as he nervously bounced his foot up and down, creating a melodic rhythm that washed away any sounds that came from inside or outside of the apartment.

A New Man Part 25

Rain pounded the windshield and cold wind slammed against the side of the car, shaking it so hard that Jacob thought it might come out of the parking spot and into the street. Cars flew by him at a surprising rate for a residential neighborhood. Leafless Oak trees lined both sides of the street and sidewalks separated the trees from the lawns of the home on the right side of the road, the side where Jacob sat in his car, drinking his piping hot Dunkin’ Donuts coffee.

The two story brick apartment building looked similar to Grahams Grandmothers place. But a little nicer. The website said that he lived on the second floor of the apartment and if Jacob was correct he could see right inside through a window in the living room. But at ten o’clock every light in the apartment was off and he couldn’t be sure that Roger was even at home. What would a twenty six year old be doing on a Monday night in a town this small? Jacob soon got his answer.

A blue Honda CBR pulled up onto the sidewalk across the street and up the walk until the rider brought it to a stop near the front steps. He threw his leg over and in a surprising turn the rider ran out to the street and looked both ways. Is he going to cross the street? If he does he will be running right toward Jacobs door.

Cars keep coming by and the rider can’t cross. He appears to be looking for his opportunity, judging the speed of the passing cars. He places his foot into the street and makes his way into the street his head down and running against the wind blown rain. Jacob watches as it pounds against the visor of his helmet.

Shit! He is headed right for the car door.

The Rider runs around the front of the car, touching the hood in an attempt to judge its location. Then he stops right on the sidewalk.

Jacob takes a sip of his coffee to appear inconspicuous. The rider never looks at Jacob, he keeps his back turned to the car and looks to be walking down the sidewalk away from the car to the rear. Jacob follows him in the mirror.

What is he doing?

Then the rider stops and reaches into his pocket and fishes around for something. What is he getting?

Hands clutching the seat, he reaches behind and him and pulls out his Glock, just in case.

Whatever it he is digging for comes out of his pocket and Jacob can’t see it, it’s small.

Jacob sees something he didn’t see before, a large metal wall of mail boxes. The rider places a key in one of the boxes, opens it and pulls out his mail. He then makes his way back across the street.

Just then a car pulls to a stop on the opposite side of the street. It is a small green BMW. A petite blond steps out into the rain. The rider, a gentleman, stands under the awning of the apartment waiting for the girl to make her way up the walk. As he pulls off his helmet Jacob knows he is the right guy, his six foot one eighty frame and bright blond hair are a give away, he looks like a Norse god standing there. Jacob could see why the ladies love him so much.

After further inspection of Mr. Ericsson’s record he realized that RE might not have got the raw deal after all. Three times he had been charged with statutory rape and plead out every time. He didn’t mess with really young girls but he was a pedophile non-the-less. These girls were all fifteen or sixteen. Non older than that. If the truth where to be known there were probably several more that hadn’t come forward, they were in most cases able to make a decision, albeit maybe not a rational one. Most were probably embarrassed by what they had done, never telling anyone.

In fact the girl walking up the walk to the apartment couldn’t have had her license more than a couple days. Her blond hair whipped in the cold wind as she pulled her Ralph Lauren jacket up around her neck. He not only had a compulsion for young girls they apparently had to be from money as well.

Jacob began to see a trend that fit into the Haley scenario pretty well. She was young, petite, and definitely had money.

A musty odor filled his nostrils as he stepped into the hallway of the apartment, he first thought it was the smell of mothballs but he noticed the doors had a moist film on them. A glaze of beaded water sat on the metal doors and the building felt like a dungeon. Two doors lined each side of the hallway, it appeared there were four apartments per floor. A staircase to the back of the hallway led up to the second floor.

As Jacob’s Chuck Taylor Converses hit the second step a creek echoes down the hallway. He stops. Reaches for the dark walnut stained railing, his hand gliding up and taking easy steps so as to not alert anyone to his presence. His feet step lightly but with every step comes a loud long creek. Now he starts to think that the slow stair climb may be more suspicious than some one aimlessly climbing the stairs.

When he reached the top of the stairs he peeks under the banister. Seeing nothing but an empty hallway he finishes his creaky climb. 2d. The hallway runs back to the front of the apartment building, and big window faces the street and Jacob’s car. 2d is up ahead on the left.

Jacob made his way to the door, carefully checking his peripheral from time to time. He can’t be too cautious. He raises his hand ready to knock. Just as his hand is about to come down he hears a shriek from inside the room. Jacob reaches behind his back and pulls the Glock and raises his leg to kick in the door.

A New Man part 24

After a short unintended break A New Man is back. Enjoy the latest installment and be on the look out for more to come.

The internet is loaded with websites to track registered sex offenders now. The most popular ones allow you to put in your address and instantly it will give you a list of offenders in your neighborhood. Jacob knew of both the pro‘s and con‘s of this kind of power given to the masses. Many times, wrongly convicted people or those who have truly reformed can be run out of neighborhoods or even attacked and beaten in lynch mob fashion. He felt no sympathy for those that deserve it but in some cases the punishment didn’t fit the crime. Roger Ericsson seemed such a case.
Roger met Cindy Myles in high school. He was eighteen and she was sixteen. Too bad her father had money and Rogers didn’t. Statutory Rape is a sex crime and thus requires that one register with local police, which Roger has done every time he has moved. But the fact that he lives less than two miles from the Murphy’s and that he currently works for a lawn care and landscaping company in Pine Bluff, which services several homes in Haley’s neighborhood it is likely that he is the same man.
How do I expect to find him in a town of nearly forty thousand? He could go start flashing a picture around, but that would more than likely get him noticed as well. But in his two hundred dollar dress shoes, four hundred dollar fur coat Andre didn’t exactly blend in either.
He pulled up to the bar that sat near the river. Knew what the lady at the truck stop meant when she said it was “probably the classiest in town“.
Inside, the tables were lined around a small stage and the bar sat to the back, it would hold about a hundred people and on this Monday evening, at closing time it was still packed.
Andre made his way across the floor to the small bar at the back and sat at one of two empty seats. He felt every eye on him, yet he didn’t care. “What’ll it be?” the old bartender said. The black man wore a white shirt with a black bow tie and a black apron, he looked like a servant and Andre despised him for that. Uncle Tom.
“You got Chevis?”
“I do, but you don’t look like a Chevis drinker. Got Hennessey.”
“What you saying, old man.”
He turned his lips down into a frown and pushed the glass toward him and filled it with Chevis. “Nothing. Don‘t hardly sell it and sold two now.”
“You know someone else drinking Chevis, old man?”
The old man turned his back and placed the bottle back on the shelf.
“Name’s, Blue, and where I come from you show respect to ‘old men’.”
Andre felt his ears, neck and face turn to a beat cherry red. Burning filled his entire head. He bit his bottom lip.
“You know someone else who likes to drink Chevis? Maybe someone new to town? A man named Jacob?”
The old man turned back to Andre and placed his hands on the bar in front of him. He leaned in close and, in almost a whisper, “don’t know anyone by the name Jacob.”
“Is that so?”
Andre noticed something in the mans eyes, he kept darting them over to a young man sitting two stools over, there is a space between them. The young man is covered in tattoos. His deep blue eyes stare at Andre. His stomach turns in knots and he looks at the old man again, Uncle Tom.
“You know anyone by the name Jacob, Charles,” old man asks tattoo man. “Said he may be new in town.”
“Can’t say that I do.” tattoo said. “Whattcha need him for, you know why he would be here?”
Andre sat, couldn’t very well say ‘stole my money, one million’, or ‘he tried to kill me’, or ’he knows I killed two people’. “He’s an old friend, said he was coming here last week, haven’t heard from him, its an emergency.”
“Where from?” tattoo asks
Andre bit his tongue, he wanted so bad to tell all these mother-fuckers where to go. “St. Louis.”
The old man looked at Andre and shook his head. “Don’t ring any bells, mister. Can’t say he would come in here anyway. You see, we don’t take kindly to strangers, ‘specially ones from the city.”