This book is dedicated to all of the people who believe in making that little extra effort to live a good life. A law-abiding life where you treat others the way you want to be treated. This world is becoming filled with evil, that must not be allowed to prevail. I write about robbery and revenge, bigotry and hate, torture and death, murder and mayhem. This is a book of fiction yet some of the evil that I depict in my writing seems shocking to myself. The things I wrote about happen every day all over this world. If people close their eyes, look the other way much of this will become everyday, ho-hum, accepted as the norm. That cannot be allowed to happen. I also wrote about good times and good people and the joy that they are filled with for making the right choice.
BAY AREA BAD GUYS Two
I would like to thank all of the loves of my
They helped shape my character.
Mostly my Everlasting Eternal Potter.
Without them, this read would not have happened.
Bay Area Bad Guys Characters
Stan and Martha Savage: Richard’s parents.
Richard Savage: Genius investment broker.
Uncle: Clyde Townsend, Martha’s brother.
Thomas Yates: Owner of Golden Investments.
Peter Nash: Board member at Noah Pharmaceuticals
Alexander Noah Gaiakoski : Owner of Noah Pharmaceuticals
Bobbie Kelly: Richard’s classmate.
Rhonda Smith: Bobbies best friend.
Terry Smith: Rhonda’s brother.
Mrs. Nellie Swanson: Bobbie and Rhonda neighbor.
Roberts and Shaw: Detectives at the 22nd Precinct.
Big Bad Guy: Uncle John Clemons
The Jasper Brothers: Ralph and Randy, Clemons hired goons:
Clemons attorney: E. T. Bribery
David Dow: Policeman at the 22nd Precinct.
Bill Smith: Investigator at the 22nd Precinct.
Table of Contents:
CHAPTER: 1 The Savage Townsend Farms
CHAPTER: 2 Fishing-Talking Trip
CHAPTER: 3 After Dark Talk
CHAPTER: 4 The Sad Departure
CHAPTER: 5 On The Road
CHAPTER: 6 Motel Time
CHAPTER: 7 Popular Young Executive
CHAPTER: 8 Attempted Blackmail
CHAPTER: 9 Merger Maniac
CHAPTER: 10 Arrested For Murder
CHAPTER: 11 Richards Trial Zooms Along
CHAPTER: 12 Confession Of Thomas Yates
CHAPTER: 13 Dick Meets Alex
CHAPTER: 14 The Move To Noah
CHAPTER: 15 Wrongful Revenge
CHAPTER: 16 Called Away
CHAPTER: 17 Stunned To The Soul
CHAPTER: 18 Bobbie’s Dream
CHAPTER: 19 Evidence Mounts
CHAPTER: 20 Bad Cop
CHAPTER: 21 Clemons Feels Pressure
CHAPTER: 22 Jasper Brother Cracks
CHAPTER: 23 Plane Crash
CHAPTER: 24 Wedding Bells
This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
CHAPTER: 1 The Savage Townsend Farms
Stan and Martha Savage were hard-working, ambitious, successful farmers in the corn and soybean state of Iowa. Stan’s family had lived there for five generations. Martha’s family were neighbors to Stan’s. They grew up together, it was only natural that they married each other.
Martha’s brother Clyde Townsend lived only one half a mile away. He farmed the land that He and Martha grew up on, work was shared back and forth. He was a very quiet, soft-spoken man, always a stay-at-home type not one to be out visiting the local dance halls. He loves to fish, spends a lot of his time at the lake fishing with Stan and Martha. They were all very proud of their hunting and fishing heritage it had been passed down for generations.
When Stan and Martha got married it was a large church wedding at their old country church. Their parents from both sides of the family were still living at that time. They were all members of a Country Church that had a regular large attendance in the early years. It was almost a hundred and fifty years old now. Their Church family was equally as important as their individual families.
Martha loves to reminisce about those early church days. She recalls shortly after they were married. Stan had it all planned; they would have two boys and a girl. That sounded like a great family plan, but it was not to be. When Richard was born, we were off to a good start.
The years go by very fast, Richard was soon in junior high school. Stan said, “It sure would be nice to have a baby girl.” I consider our other children were in the Sunday school classes and belonged to other parents. We both spent many years teaching Sunday School. The Lord figured we had plenty of love to share with all kids. Richard received both love and discipline, he never wanted for anything and grew to be our genius.
CHAPTER 2: Fishing-Talking Trip
Son, “let’s go up to the lake this weekend and do some fishing, ‘just the two of us’ your mother wants to spend some time with her sister. She is driving over from Sioux City to spend the weekend. I know they will be busy touring all of the different antique shops in the area, this way they won’t have to cook for you and me. They can spend the weekend together and make it clear over to Des Moines to some of the bigger stores.
We can go alone. Dad, ” How long did you know I’m Gay? “I have suspected that for a long time, ever since you were in junior high. My feelings were confirmed when you came home for Christmas break last year all black and blue.” There was a small article in the paper a few days later about, Campus Police breaking up a clash between gays and nongays.”Wrong!” The gays had the hell beat out of them by a hate-filled group of white supremacists, seems like the local police didn’t even give a damn. There is very little trouble with the non-gay community, most of them not filled with hate.
Dick says, “so you decided to take me up to the lake and drown me?” ‘You should have done it when I was a baby; it would have been a lot easier then.’ “What?” ‘Are you nuts?’ “Nobody is going to drown, Do you think you’re a comedian or what?” You and I need to have a serious talk about your life and your future, I think up at the lake would be a good place for it. We can take the old pickup camper and boat. I’ve heard the walleyes have been biting like crazy. We could certainly stand a good meal of freshly caught walleye I know that for a fact. “How about it?” “We have to stop by the bait store and get a case of beer and a bunch of peanuts, jerky and potato chips. We better not forget the main thing nightcrawlers and Minnows and gas for the outboard motor we will be on our way here before very long.”
Dad, I was planning on doing some studying for finals, they are coming up real quick, sooner than I would like to think. Just take a few books along, I don’t know why you’re worried. Your grade point average is far above the top of your class, no one has better grades than you, from what the school has said, they are very proud of you and your new job, so are your mother and me.
The Savage’s famous son, certified public accountant awards, investment counselor to the world’s most wealthy. Money manager of the year! “I can see all the big headlines.” Yes, Dad, “by the way, how long have you been driving this old truck, about fifteen years?” Do you realize you could buy a new truck and write a big share of the cost off as farm expenses? You need the pickup truck as part of your farming operation. See, “there you go, already managing my money for me.” I believe that boat motor is two years older than me.’ Yes”, ‘I still have it, and it runs great.’ “Dad,” ‘I sure hope we don’t get stranded out on the lake.’ ‘Not to worry, Son.’ Johnson Evinrude made those outboard motors to last longer than the fisherman. Getting stranded out on the lake would not be a fun thing to do. We will be just fine, worry wart.
Jack, ever since you were born your mother and I had hoped you would be part of the farming operation when you grew up, you are our only child. We also planned to have other children, but that didn’t happen. Will you please reconsider, stay here on the farm with us? You could have your own financial business right here as a sideline.
“You knew your uncle Clyde is gay didn’t you?” Jack replied, “yes I did.” There you go, You could be a bachelor farmer just like Clyde, no wife or a house full of kids. I so much, “wish you would reconsider, maybe you will meet someone and decide you want to adopt kids.” You knew Uncle Clyde was gay, ‘ yet you didn’t drown me when I was a baby,’ “that has to be unconditional love.” Please, Don’t start with that again, I don’t find it funny, not funny at all.”
This question of being gay or not has been eating away at my guts like a big old filthy cancer, since even before I was in junior high school. You have to keep looking over your shoulder. There are getting to be so many people who are homophobic you have to live in fear; it makes me want to disappear some days.
We live in such a small community dad; everybody knows everybody else’s business, I could never live here, your uncle Clyde did. Dad, people suspected it, they just didn’t talk about it. I never thought much about it until I started my dance with the closet door. It is like a life sentence for incomplete genes or chromosomes like I can’t run with the herd now. If Clyde shared his honest feelings with you, you would be shocked and surprised.’ ‘The only amusement I see in it is having the name Clyde and also being gay.’ “Kind of like double jeopardy.” “Uncle Clyde has been through a living hell spending his life here if you think about it, he has lived the life of a Hermit recluse on his little farm, that isn’t much of a life at all.”
When it comes to kids, women have a whole different feeling for it; they see kids as a must, something that everyone has to have, kids to carry on is a priority. Your mother is so much counting on you having a family. Last year at school, you met that pretty young thing, your mother was ecstatic, she thought for sure you had found the right person finally. She was humming and singing all over the place.
Whatever did happen to you two? You spent a lot of time with her; I was hopeful too. Dad, her real short hair, her clothes? We were just friends. She preferred female companionship. Her name is Bobbie Kelly she is going to ride out to San Francisco with me; she already has a job with one of the airlines. I believe she starts with a desk job, but who knows, with her looks she may become to stewardess one day.
Well here we are at the lake, It doesn’t seem like it took very long for us to get up here, we’ve only got a couple of hours to fish so let’s hurry and get the boat in. The little Johnson motor started right up. Dick said, “I cannot believe my ears, that motor is old as I am and it runs like new. Son, “Johnson made these motors to last as long as a fisherman lasts.”
They started trolling along the shoreline where there was a bunch of rocks; the water was about six foot deep and clear as glass. Jack, you put on a minnow and spinner, I will try a Nightcrawler rig, and we’ll see what we can catch. They barely had their lines in the water, and they each had a fish on at the same time. They were both happily surprised they had a couple of three-pound walleyes landed and in the Live Well.
Their fishing continued around the same area until it started getting close to dark and decided to call it a day, they had two big fish, plenty for their supper. Son, if you get the stove ready, I’ll go clean these things quickly and will be eating supper before you know it. Your mother packed us some scalloped potatoes with some onions and butter on to heat in the microwave, and I think she sent us half an apple pie also. We are going to eat like a couple of Kings tonight. After they finished eating, ‘Son you fried those fish just like your mother would have done.’ Dad, “I had to learn something besides counting.”
While they were eating, Jack asked,”Whatever happened to that ice fisherman who drowned here last year?” He was seen fishing way over on the north side, but the dummy drove across the whole lake to get over there. They think his car fell through the ice somewhere in the middle of the lake; it was in thirty feet of water. It took the divers many months just to find the car, but the body was not near the vehicle.
He got out of the car, okay then he probably came up underneath the ice. That would be a terrible way to die, screaming under the water and clawing at the ice, until you run out of oxygen. Trying to find the hole to crawl back out, knowing if you did crawl out you would still freeze, up on top of the ice. That poor guy suffered a death that no one should have to go through, what a pitiful shame.The way people talk it’s downright disgusting, there were far too many stories about what happened to him.
One group is positively sure that it was a Love Triangle. His wife had the boyfriend take him out fishing and then knocked him in the head, but anyone dumb enough to do that would never be lucky enough to have the car fall through the ice. I don’t think that story is a very plausible one. OK, “Fine tune it.” Boyfriend kills the husband, dumps the body, starts the car, puts it in low gear, steps out with the car in gear, the car is headed straight toward the thin ice in the middle of the lake. It slowly crosses the thin ice, goes all the way across, then plows through somebody’s picture window. The boyfriend was last seen running across the state line!
Some stories have the guy living somewhere in Mexico with a young senorita dancing girl; others had him skipping the country with a new identity. There’s another group waiting to see if his wife leaves the area after she collects a big insurance check, that is about due. Everyone has their noses in the poor guy’s death; it’ll be like the end of a soap opera when his body turns up. I pray his soul can find rest and peace.
Well, son, I’m all pooped out, energy doesn’t last long enough anymore. I’m going to sleep here on this bed in front if you want to go to the back bedroom and study a while before you go to sleep that’s fine with me. We get a good night sleep and have a hearty breakfast we will get some fish to put in the freezer tomorrow before we go home. The way we catch fish, we sure don’t need an early start, so if you feel like it, just stay in bed.
CHAPTER: 3 After Dark Talk
An hour later the lights are all turned off. “Dad, are you okay?” ‘I don’t hear you snoring out there.’ ‘I’m fine: I just can’t seem to get to sleep.’ Dad, “I’m going to be just fine out in California.” ‘You do realize I do not have to live every sordid part of that lifestyle. I’m certainly not going to do anything stupid where I might get AIDS or something like that. I know it would kill you both. I’ll wipe off toilet seats. Keep my nose clean, but not snorting drugs. Everything will be with caution and care; you don’t have to worry about Me dad. I love you and Mom, too much to do anything to hurt you or, ruin your lives here at Corn County RFD, the least populated county in Iowa.’ “I know, your family has been here for five generations, don’t knock it.”
Dick, “what I said to you about your mother thinking you and Bobbie have something going, or might have, let’s just leave her in the closet on that one.” Dad, ‘that is a terrible thing to say.’ Good grief, ‘what I mean is, what she doesn’t know, she doesn’t have to know, and it won’t hurt her;’ Dad, ‘that all sounds devious to me.’ Son, ‘let’s just leave everything as it is, what she thinks about you and Bobbie right now, let’s just let it alone. I have to get along with her; you do realize that? I still have to live under the same roof; she might get a little bit ornery without some hopes for you, I think you can understand that.’ Okay, ‘Dad, whatever you say.”
Dad, “Bobbie and I plan to leave on the Monday after final exams. Do you want me to do anything special?” No,”unless it would be to cancel your plans. I just don’t know why you couldn’t have a business right here. You wouldn’t have all the overhead for rent, running an office, or anything like that. There I sound like a financial adviser; maybe you got some of your talents from old dad.” “I want to thank you and Mom again for the graduation present a little extra money always comes in handy for emergencies. I will try to keep it in the bank, why? It won’t draw any interest, but I won’t spend it so easy if it’s in the bank.” Son,” we are so proud of you, graduating at the top of your class.” Our neighbor down the road was telling me, “the only thing his son seemed to learn at college, was how to blow smoke rings.
CHAPTER: 4 The Sad Departure
On the Savage’s fateful Monday morning Dick picked up Bobbie at her house. There was no one at the Kelly residence to say goodbye to her except her baby sister Caitlin who was crying all the while. After they drove away to the Savage home, Bobbie said, “I hate leaving her here, but she is sixteen now.” Time to start learning to look after herself, I told her to keep her room locked at night. “Isn’t this a great sendoff?” “My dad didn’t even bother to come home from his card game at the pool hall; mom got out of bed just long enough to pee, puke and get another bottle of wine, then crawled back in that filthy bed again.”
‘She will die there, probably sooner than later and I’m the one who feels guilty, for not staying home and helping them.’ I just decided to hell with it, “I have my own life to live.” “Am I wrong?” Dick replied, “no you certainly are not wrong you have to get out of here, or lose your sanity.” Rhonda is helping me make this break, without her I don’t think I could do it. We have known each other for several years as special friends.
Richard and Bobbie arrived at the Savage residence in time for a planned brunch. Dick’s mother had everything ready when they arrived. There was a lot of talks; the conversation always came back to reasons why Dick should stay there on the farm, ready to run the business when his parents want to retire, that possibly won’t be too many years away.
Dick suggested, “they move to town and let uncle Clyde farm their land for them; they could live a life of leisure and traveling that they both well deserved.” Dick’s dad replied, “if we leave this farmhouse for more than a month the vandals will have the Windows all shot out, the place will be party headquarters for all the juveniles in the neighborhood.” No, “We better stay right here until the old folks home sends the bus out to pick us up.” Bobby replied, “she felt they had many more years to live on their farm enjoying the way of life they had built for themselves.” When they started outside toward the vehicle, the conversation grew to more crying than talking. “We will call, and we will write, not to worry, with instant communications we can even look at each other nowadays while we talk.”
CHAPTER: 5 On The Road
Dick and Bobbie finally got on the road headed for their new lives out in California. They were driving on Interstate I-80 and spent all day long crossing Nebraska; they never realized their neighboring state was so long. Dick played music CDs but all he had was country-western and bluegrass, Bobbie didn’t appreciate either one very much. Being a true gentleman, he let her choose her music on the car radio, a modern taste in music. They talked about plans, Bobbie would doze off, Dick would wake her up and say it was her job to keep him awake.
Dick was laughing to himself, “I didn’t think my mother was going ever quit hugging you when we left, I’m sure she has some very ulterior motives, she just loves you dearly. She is determined you, and I would make a great couple, she has quite a winning way about her. Your mom is so full of love, “She shines like a beacon.”
Dick, “when we were talking this morning I was sharing my feelings for Rhonda with you. We are bonded together by closeness, something I can’t explain; it sounds crazy, we just enjoy being with each other touching each other, experiencing and understanding each other’s feelings.” Richard, “I think you have a similar situation in your life with the same sex, you are drawn more to them but in a way that is very difficult to explain, sharing and caring senses that seem to be cross-wired.” We don’t allow ourselves to get close to the opposite sex. Like we feel more closeness to the same-sex without really exploring those feelings to their extreme, such as sexuality and sexual activity with them.
Bobbie, you are so right, “I could not have described that any better than what you have just done.” In this crazy world, you and I seem to find ourselves in similar circumstances. I find it to be a very uneasy feeling.
I have been driving for almost 18 hours. We left home just before noon yesterday, and I been driving all afternoon and night, it is going to be sunrise very soon. I think the best thing to do is get a motel room and get some rest and get cleaned up; we can be on the road again toward evening I would prefer driving at night anyhow.
I have become exhausted. You say you refuse to drive my car, which only leaves us one alternative. I don’t want to kill us before we get a chance at new lives in foggy San Francisco. We have to stop and get a motel. We’re almost to Salt Lake City I’m going to stay at the first decent looking place along the highway. How about right here in Evanston Wyoming?
CHAPTER: 6 Motel Time
I got us a room with two beds. No need to unpack much, toothbrush and a change of clothes for tonight. If you don’t mind Bobbie, I got to take a quick shower and see if that will rejuvenate me a little. Go right ahead; I’m in no hurry, you’re the one that’s been doing all the driving and are exhausted. Bobbie was the not so typical young, beautiful, Auburn haired, Irish lass. She possessed a wee bit of mischief. While quickly shedding her clothes says, “Dick, just leave the water running.” as she quietly and quickly entered the steamy shower and caught him all lathered up, as planned.
To Bobbie’s complete surprise. Dicks only comment was, “Well, I guess there’s no need for modesty between old friends under these circumstances.” Bobbie proceeded to do a sexually seductive, slow-motion dance in front of dicks sudsy body. “In a not so surprised, sultry, staged, Hollywood voice she says, ‘Oh my,’ Richard, what have you got there?” ‘I want you to stay around here in case I need a place to hang my washcloth later.’ “Their hot, steamy shower encounter lasted a long time after that.”
‘The TV was running with the volume on low with neither one paying any attention to it; they were both lying on top of their covers talking about some of the things that had taken place during the day.’ Bobbie called out for a breakfast pizza; they devoured it as soon as it came.
Dick, “you are lucky to have a mom and a dad that love you and made a good home for you that means a lot.” ‘Nowadays many young people don’t have that, they’ve never seen it, they never will see it.’ Dick said, “I know that Bobbie.” ‘I was just lucky that’s all.’ Bobbie, replyed my parents sat in the bars almost 24/7, “we girls took care of ourselves at home there were no other options we learned to cook and clean house or live like a bunch of pigs.”
Bobbie asked,”Jack, do you mind if I sleep in your bed? No, “that’s just fine, come on over, as he opens up the covers.” They both woke up Clinging On to each other in a very tight embrace. Jack asks,”Did you sleep well?” She replies, Yes, But I was dreaming about having sex with someone, he responded “so was I” what a crazy mixed-up world, you called me Rhonda last night.” “Sorry about that,” “no problem I don’t know who I am either.”
I believe we are both rested and refreshed, ready to continue our journey to the promised land. Yes, we better do that. While putting on his shoes, Dick had a smile on his face and was chuckling to himself. What is so funny? “Something I said or did.” No, “I was just thinking of something my dad said that night at the lake before we left. ‘Mothers is in the closet alright, with an Ouija board!’
Here we are on the road again just like ‘Willie Nelson,’ ‘Oh, that’s right you don’t like country music very well.’ We are about 95 miles from Salt Lake City now, then 600 to Reno, then 200 more to San Francisco. We could stay in Reno tonight if you would like. ‘Separate rooms?’ No, I think we better just keep on going, I told Rhonda we would be out there on Wednesday.
That is lots of miles, but I can do it. Richard and Bobbie got to San Francisco safe and sound. He took her to Rhonda’s fancy place where he got to meet Rhonda for the first time. Being exhausted, Dick just wanted to get to his apartment and see it. He rented it online and was hoping it to be all it looked like on the computer after his first night in his new place. He was quite satisfied: it had a beautiful view of downtown San Francisco with only a short distance to work. His employer had parking spaces rented in a parking garage a block away. If he drove there were parking spaces in the building where his job was. Everything seemed to be going very well they were both ready to start their new lives in the Golden Gate City.
CHAPTER: 7 Popular Young Executive
They had been in the Bay Area for close to two years but kept in touch from time to time. They had what they called ‘rejuvenation rendezvous’ they had no regular schedule. They would just call each other from time to time and have a little rendezvous in remembrance of their night in Evanston Wyoming. Dick recalled that night vividly; he could barely walk the next day.
Bobbie had become a stunningly, beautiful woman. She only worked in an office at the airlines for a short time before they sent her to stewardess school. She loved her job very much; she was flying to Hawaii and Japan on a regular basis. Her friend Rhonda often worked on the same flights.
One three day weekend Bobbie called Dick and invited him to come to Hawaii with them to spend Saturday night. They would fly back on Sunday she asked, “What do you think Dick, are you going to go along?” We could have a threesome you, me, and Rhonda. It will be great fun we could call it a ‘supercharged, rejuvenation, rendezvous,’ what do you think?” Dick was quiet for a long time, and then he said, ‘that sounds like a real winner, but I have to be back to work Monday morning holiday or not.’ Bobbie said, “No problem we will spend Saturday night in Honolulu and fly back home on Sunday.” Well, it’s a date then ‘we will meet you at the airport.’ “Okay,” ‘sounds fine to me,’
Dick, “Your voice sounds skeptical, ‘are you sure about this?’ We could play a round of golf first if you want.” Oh, “aren’t you the funny one, ‘showing all of that concern,’ ‘I’m just wondering if my body can take it,’ You do realize if you to drain all the life out of me, you can’t just leave me out there on the beach.” We will have a wonderful time! I will send an Airport car to pick you up at 11 A.M. Saturday that way you won’t have to mess around with parking here at the airport. ‘We will land in Honolulu shortly after 6 P.M.’ “We can play at least play nine holes if you like.” haha “Do you promise not to toss me into a volcano to appease some god?” ‘You have to be a virgin for that sacrifice.’
Richard Savage had become very successful, he was one of the youngest investment brokers in San Francisco, working for an old-line company that had an excellent reputation in the Bay Area and around the World. Richard was only twenty-six years old, single, tall and a handsome young man. He was still dealing with sexuality issues that started in junior high school. Some of his best friends were gay, professional people and outstanding citizens he met some on occasional visits to a gay bar on the other side of the bay.
He played baseball with a team up at San Rafael on a regular basis, many of them were gay but that was as far as relationships went, they were strictly baseball, on and off the diamond or field. He also played handball with a couple of very athletic fellows in Oakland. He started spending a quite a bit of time at Oakland but he was not a heavy drinker, just have a few drinks and mix with the crowd. That was as far as his gay life had gone so far. The workers in his building had a regular weekly foursome. Richard loved golf and played par golf regularly, he was popular on the golf team.
IT jobs are the good paying big attraction for almost all young people entering the workforce today. Dick had several young friends in Communications and other forms of Information Technology.
He had gotten to know the owner of Golden Investments very well, he was old money and old school. Richard felt sure if his boss had any idea about him being gay he would be out of there before the door could hit him in the ass. He earned a very comfortable income and enjoyed his single life to the max, He had been working there for two years and felt at home like he would be there for many more years. That was not something he wanted to jeopardize.
CHAPTER: 8 Attempted Blackmail
Early one Sunday morning he got a phone call, the caller said, Hello Richard, “just call me Uncle John.” ‘I know you make several trips a week across the bridge to Oakland, we have someone watching you’. You have close and cozy friends at that little gay bar over there. “I have known your boss for decades, know him real well, if he learns about your trips to Oakland you will be in the unemployed line next week.”
There is a small favor I want you to do for me. “You will be paid very well for your services.”Richard asked,” what do you want me to do?” Uncle John said, “we need some information about Noah Pharmaceuticals and we needed it yesterday.” I know you have been handling their accounts and you are the only one with access to this information. We want you to copy everything from the Noah Pharmaceutical files and put it on a flash drive. “Deliver it to the Clover Leaf Bar on Market Street, ‘Tuesday at 7:00 PM’ Give it to Cliff he will be wearing a Green Derby hat, he will give you an envelope with $50,000 in it.”
$50,000 made all kinds of red lights, bells and sirens go off. “What was in those files worth that much cash?” A very tempting offer but he decided there was no way he was going to get involved in blackmail. Then he thought about losing that job he liked so much, ‘what am I going to do?’ Everything was going so good, unbelievably well. ‘Why did the s*** have to hit the fan? Why now?'”The blackmail offer echoed through his head all day Sunday and Monday. Tuesday he called in sick, then got half drunk. ‘The liquid courage helped him decide, he wasn’t going to do it’. He was going out of his mind with worry about his job, just sitting in his apartment drinking and wondering if he should try to leave town, he still had a good work reputation.
As he expected, the phone rang early Wednesday morning he decided not to answer it, a few minutes later it started ringing again and would not quit. He answered it, the same old raspy, straight whiskey voice on the other end of the line said, “This is your uncle John again, I talked to you last Sunday.” ‘You screwed up big time and didn’t meet Cliff.’ You get one more chance, bring the flash drive to the same place Saturday night, same time. “You get it delivered to the bar this time or you’ll be taking a little one-way boat ride, I don’t think you want to do that. “Right, Richard?” ‘You don’t want to be fish food, do you?’ Do your job, get the flash drive and deliver it and we will be out of your life forever.”
Richard thought to himself, yeah right be out of my life forever, it will just be the beginning. Late Saturday night the phone started ringing again and he reached over and shut it off. A short time later there were fists pounding on the door. Two ornery looking thugs came busting into the apartment. The scar-faced, real ugly one said, “didn’t you know the boss would have a camera installed in your apartment?” He is watching you right now. “You are one dumb, gay, Iowa country hick, you damn well better pick up that phone and talk to John, he’s really pissed at you.” Or we can just take you for the boat ride right now. “You are a real cocky, smart guy, it will be more fun to drown you, like a cat in a sack, in a toilet bowl.”
He pressed the speaker button on the phone when it rang and quickly interrupted the blackmailer, “Uncle John I will not get the flash drive for you, I have a lot of good friends over in Oakland, they know how to be crafty, nasty and really bad. A few are very IT and computer savvy, they have already got all your phone calls from the past year, they also tracked and checked out almost everything you have done since you were born. They could easily put you out of business or pave your path straight to a Federal Prison. Your vineyard out in Napa Valley is not invincible, we have also checked out your summer place at Lake Tahoe.”
Uncle John ‘BABY’, “you got no place to go. I have one big bad friend across the bay, an ex-football player, the team jokes he is big enough to eat hay. He owns a really nice boat but you don’t want to go fishing with him. If anything happens to me or my job, You will be going on that one-way boat trip, your so rotten the fish will puke you out. Now tell your two goons here to leave quietly, say they are sorry and be really nice to me on the way out.” One turned around at the door, “you idiot, ‘all you had to do was get information!’ “Nobody talks to John that way, ‘you are in for a lot of trouble in your life.’ “You might as well be a dead man.”
Richard went back to work on Monday. He was used to a very laid-back job and lifestyle, this past week just about made a wreck out of his nervous system. He knew he was drinking more. He was wondering if the so-called uncle John was going to stay out of his life or not, sounded like a very dangerous person to know or have come after you.
He made a trip over to Oakland the following week and had a long visit with some of his friends. He asked them, “Did anything suspicious happen around the bar or with any of them in their personal lives?” None of them could think of anything that wasn’t normal or usual going on. The bartender did say, “There was a fellow in one day wearing a Derby hat, came in the evening and sat by himself, seemed to be checking everything out. He would look at some pictures then around the room.” Richard said, “That would have been Cliff.” His boss no doubt had someone photograph us and they want to put us in a scrapbook, beat us up or kill a few of us. John Clemens is a very dangerous big-time crook.
CHAPTER: 9 Merger Maniac
A couple weeks after the incident with uncle John and his two thugs. Richard’s boss called him into his office, he asked Richard, “While you were working on the Noah Pharmaceutical file, did you ever see anything out of the ordinary that might have been going on with that company?” Richard replied, “He hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary.” The boss then told him, “An employee at Noah has been missing for about a week, he was on his way home from work but never arrived at home.” The company thinks he had a lot of important papers in his briefcase. There was a rumor going around that this fellow might have been gay. That is something we would never tolerate here at Golden Investments. A gay person opens your company up to blackmail.
Noah talked about moving their account to a different firm but they haven’t made a decision yet. You have done excellent work for them, handling their account ever since you started working here. A couple months ago they requested that you be the only one here with access to their files, that’s when they brought in their own huge safe. That is why I have had you keep all of their files in that safe in your office, for your eyes only.
I’m not very happy with that situation but they are our largest client. It doesn’t make me feel very good since I own this place. I want you to keep doing your best work for them, we will have to wait and see what this merger action does. I cannot believe they are wanting to merge with anyone, they are very energetic and progressive. Their sales are among the leaders of all pharmaceutical companies in the world.
Are you OK? You’re not your happy go lucky self lately? I’m fine, “just thinking of a different apartment, rent is out of site.” We can discuss a raise if you like, you have earned one. That is settled you will have a 5% increase on your next check. Richard almost started choking when his boss was talking about a Noah worker gone missing. What in the hell is he going to do now, Should he go to the authorities or what?” The next morning Richard was reading the newspaper business section with bourbon in his coffee, instead of cream. He spotted a small article about Noah Pharmaceuticals being the target of a hostile take over. They had turned down a proposed merger with T-Max Pharmaceuticals.
He called one of his friends who worked for a newspaper. He asked, Roger, “Do you know anything about a proposed merger of Noah Pharmaceuticals and T-Max Pharmaceuticals?” Roger replied, “There were merger talks a few weeks ago, the Noah board voted not to merge.” The way it sounds now a hostile take over is in the works by T-Max. Richard asks, ” Who are the owners of T-Max?” Roger says from what he heard about T-Max, it is just a shell company. A questionable character got control of it about twenty years ago. His family was grape growers out at Napa Valley. He is the only one left. He runs an import business, great cover for getting counterfeit drugs into the country. His name is John Clemons.
Richard replied, “My God he used his own damn name while he was trying to blackmail me.” Roger says, ‘what are you talking about’? Remember what I told you guys that day we all met at the bar in Oakland, “If something was to happen to me or my job I wanted you guys to send investigators to check out John Clemons.” It sure looks like this John Clemons the importer was the one trying to blackmail me. The other guys traced all of his calls to Napa and checked out the address and it is a big villa in the middle of a vineyard, He has a Summer Place at Lake Tahoe, that’s too much to be a coincidence.
Roger, this is getting to be a real sticky wicket one of the Noah board members never made it home from work a week ago, he is missing along with his briefcase full of documents. Without this guy’s vote and the papers you can bet John Clemons will control Noah Pharmaceutical soon.
Roger, “Do you think we should take this to the authorities or what?” He replies, “I don’t know how we can do that, it would open many assorted cans of worms and no doubt a whole bunch of lawsuits.” There is no proof of a crime, John Clemons will end up suing everyone. Roger, “I got to try to rehash all of this in my head I will talk to you tomorrow thanks a lot, Roger, your a true friend, good night.”
Richard was at work when He got a call from Roger, “you were right about the forced takeover of Noah Pharmaceuticals, the T-Max acquisition was in the papers this morning so Mr. Clemons has a lot more pharmaceuticals to deal with and millions more in profits.” The rat, John Clemons got his way on that merger deal. ‘He just wouldn’t be handling any more contracts for Noah Pharmaceuticals that is for sure’.
CHAPTER:10 Arrested For Murder
Richard heard someone knocking on his door, he looked out the peephole. Two guys in suits were standing there. He opened the door, they claimed to be homicide detectives and asked if he is Richard Savage. “They told him he was under arrest for the murder of Peter Nash an employee of Noah Pharmaceuticals.”
The policeman said, “Didn’t you work on their contract at Golden Investments?” Your boss a Mr. Yates, said: “You handled the Noah contract very well.” Richard says, ” Yes I worked on their file I didn’t know any of the people in their company.” The other policeman replied that can hardly be true, as he showed him a picture because we found this guy’s rotting body in a deserted car at a wrecking yard out in Vallejo. “He had a bullet in his head, he had been murdered with a gun registered to you.” Some pictures of you were also found in his car. One of the Detectives read Richard his Miranda rights, then said, “Richard Savage you are under arrest for the murder of Peter Nash,” “you will have to come downtown with us.”
He spent most of the night in the interrogation room, knowing he was innocent, his head was ready to explode, he could not believe the situation he was in. They told Richard to make his phone call. He called Roger and tried to explain that he was being framed for murder. Roger, “please find me the best defense attorney in town. ‘This does not look good at all’, money is no problem.”
Richard was sitting in his cell trying to piece it all together. This John Clemons must have had somebody go through his apartment when they put the camera in. They found his old gun in the closet and grabbed some pictures out of his desk. Clemens planned a good frame job. He made it look like Peter Nash and Richard must have had a falling out so Richard killed him. Richard’s fingerprints were on the papers left in the briefcase because he had worked on them. They had his gun and pictures. “They murdered Peter and he was the perfect patsy to frame for the whole damn thing.” The big, ugly faced bastard said, “I was as good as dead, ‘this must be what he meant’, they had this frame job planned all along.”
Roger found one of the best attorneys in the Bay Area to represent him. Richard tried to explain in detail the crazy situation to his attorney. From the first phone call demanding the flash drive, until he told uncle John he wasn’t going to deliver it. The attorney agreed with them it sounded like an excellent, genuine case of framing him for murder. Richard told the lawyer he had not fired that gun for ten years. He replied that would not make any difference now. It is too late for any tests on powder burn residue. You are the owner of the murder weapon that is what is going be hard to work your defense around. How did they get your gun? Richard replied, ‘They must have found his gun when they installed the camera in his apartment. His attorney asked,”Did you ever meet this fellow, Peter Nash?” Richard says, “I never met the guy but my boss told me one day it was rumored that Nash was gay.” You never met Nash and we can’t prove that either, “This looks very bad, the Prosecutor thinks he has an easy case, a real slam dunk.” I hate that lousy term!
Richard, you said, You had some friends over in Oakland. I can’t advise you to do this but if you have somebody over there, “made out of the right stuff” and they can lean on one of this John Clemons soldiers and get him to come clean it will be a big help. Actually, Richard, “that looks to me like our only way out of this.” If we can’t do that, you will end up doing some kind of jail time for sure. Richard, I have to be honest with you, you could get life in prison. My God, your innocent, we sure don’t want to have to plea bargain to avoid the death penalty.
Richard called Roger and asked, “can you get someone to watch the fellow Cliff with the Derby Hat?” Find out where he lives, what he does, when he comes and goes, the schedule he keeps and so on. We’ve got to get one of Clemons boys to roll over on his boss and I don’t think one of the two that visited my apartment would be very good candidates. They are both packing guns. Please Roger, ‘I need your help or I will be going away for a long time and I didn’t do anything. It looks like they want the fastest murder conviction in San Francisco history.
A few days later Roger reported back to Richard. “Butch and Ralph followed Cliff, they found him living on the waterfront in an old rundown apartment building with hardly any lights around the place, he would be very easy to get at.”
One night when Cliff came out of his apartment they just stuck a black bag over his head and guided him out to the vehicle. Butch had his big boat about a mile from there so they took Cliff to the boat. I went with them, “maybe old Butch is big enough to eat hay. He carried this fellow Cliff onto the boat under his arm like he was a bedroll.” Cliff was doing a lot of incoherent mumbling and blubbering under that hood but it muffled the noise really good, nobody heard anything around there.
“Butch got the big old Cabin Cruiser running and they quietly made there way out of the harbor, out past the Golden Gate Bridge heading into the deeper water.” Cliff started going really nuts. We got a few miles out, far enough so nobody could hear him. “That heavy black bag wasn’t muffling the noise very good at that time, ‘Butch picked Cliff up and held him out over the water by his feet, his head is still covered with the black hood and partly in the water’. I felt sorry for the poor guy. Cliff was really losing it big time.”
“He kept hollering I don’t know who you guys are, or what you want. Are you terrorists or with the Taliban?” We want you to tell us everything about your boss John Clemons. Did he plan to blackmail a man named Richard Savage? Cliff says, “yes but it didn’t work.” How about framing him for murder? Butch says, “My arms are getting tired, let’s just drown him and get out of here.” Cliff started screaming and peeing all over himself, mumbling what are you talking about Clemons has nothing to do with framing anyone for murder. Roger asked, “how do you know that.” Cliff said, “I just do I’m very close to John if there was anything going on I surely would’ve known about it.”
Cliff kept saying, “Don’t drown me, I’ll leave town, take me anywhere, honest I will never come back and I will never tell Clemons what you guys did.” But Cliff, “you are part of the blackmail scheme why wouldn’t you be involved in this murder framing operation?” I’m very sorry about trying to blackmail Richard, I knew all about that and I thought it was a lousy thing to do but I’m sure Clemons is not involved in a murder frame-up. They decided Cliff was telling the truth.
Well, Cliff, you are very lucky, you don’t know what we look like, far as you’re concerned we took you for a little boat ride and you decided you didn’t want to go fishing. Many pairs of eyes will be watching, you better not try to leave San Francisco. Never communicate with John Clemons or his hired guns again. You stay in your apartment until Richard’s trial is over. Have your food sent in. We will contact you about when to leave town.
CHAPTER: 11 Richard’s Trial Zooms Along
Richard was into his fourth week in jail, making almost daily trips to the Court House. He feels sure the judge is homophobic, every time he enters the courtroom he looks at Richard like. ‘I’m going to put you away for the rest of your life’.
His attorney requested bail at his arraignment, bail was denied, the preliminary hearing and trial were setting new speed records. Richard is starting to think about ways to kill himself, ready to have a nervous breakdown, going nuts. ‘He sees an imaginary newspaper headline on the jail cell wall’ “Gay Murderer Hangs Himself With Bed Sheet” That jolted him out of his sudden, stupor.’ “I’m innocent damn it!” “The guard hollered, whats the matter with you?” “Shut up in there!”
Roger tells the Attorney about Cliff’s confessing to blackmailing Richard and asks if that is something he can use in the trial. The Attorney said, “I’m sure they will disallow anything like that coming out at this point in the trial.” All of the evidence will be presented by the prosecution. The prosecution will not allow any extenuating circumstances that might sway the judge or the jury on the murder case.
By the way, “Why did this Cliff fellow decide to share the blackmail information?” ‘We all met one night and he just got real talkative’. “Yeah, I bet! I will try to work the attempted blackmail into the trial but I know the judge will say, ‘that will have to be heard on another day.’ That should be enough to put some doubt into the juror’s minds if I get it admitted. We will just have to play it by ear and see what the Judge will allow.”
The Prosecution seems to think this is an open and shut case. “A gay love affair that went bad, creating jealousy and murder.” The trial has been going on now for five days without a whole lot being done. The prosecution can’t put Richard at the murder scene there are no fingerprints anywhere on the car or in the car. The briefcase had some papers missing, important documents no doubt. Others were left because they had Richards fingerprints on them.
The idiot prosecutor can’t get it through his head that Richard worked on those papers at his office. He didn’t dig through them in the car. I have demanded to know how my client could be the murderer, there is absolutely no sign of him being at the crime scene, that doesn’t seem to deter them any. They have Richard’s own gun and those pictures, that is all they have their case built around yet they are going for murder one and life.
Richards trial day six, The Prosecution rests and the Defense calls Cliff Jones to the stand.
Bailiff: Please have a seat and take off your Derby hat. State your full name for the court, “Clifford Jones.” ‘Do you solemnly swear or affirm that you will tell the truth, so help you, God, under the penalties of perjury’. Cliff, “Yes I do.”
Defense: “Mr. Jones were you involved in a blackmail attempt against the Defendant Richard Savage?”
Prosecution shouts objection! Judge, sustained, “where are you going with this line of questioning?”
Defense Attorney: Your Honor, “The defendant was approached with an offer of $50,000.00 for information.”
Prosecution: Objection, “Your Honor the Defendant is being charged with murder, nothing to do with blackmail.”
Judge: Overruled, “Please continue.”
Defense: Your Honor, “Richard was asked to steal investment information from his employer. His life was threatened if he refused to get the information. The same information that was in the briefcase Peter Nash was carrying when he was murdered. The briefcase had very important information involving the merger or two pharmaceutical companies.” Mr. Jones has information to that effect that he is ready to share with this court.
Judge: “Answer the question please” Mr. Jones.
Cliff says No, “I don’t have any idea what they are talking about. I was never involved in or know anything about blackmailing that man over there, pointing at Richard. I was never involved with, or know of anyone involved in a murder scheme to get some kind of papers either.”
Richard jumped up shouting, “The lying LITTLE BASTARD.”
Judge: The judge pounded his gavel and shouted “order” in the Court, “another outburst like that Mr. Savage and you will be charged with contempt.”
Judge: The information that was just presented to this court by the Defense sheds absolutely no light on this murder trial. We will recess and reconvene at 9:00 AM. Hopefully you two scholarly lawyers will have all of your ducks lined up in neat little rows ready to end this murder trial in the morning. The judge had his gavel in the air, ready to adjourn.
The Court Room Doors burst open. A man ran in yelling, my name is Thomas Yates, I own Golden Investments. Richard did not kill Peter Nash! “I did it! I shot him in the head, he was leaving me because I was too old for him now.” ‘I had a key to Richards apartment for when I dropped off work there. I took his gun and some pictures, I killed Peter with no regrets’. “I’m sorry Richard, ‘you’re a good man I could not let you go to prison’. I always respected you, your not gay, I respected that.”
John Clemons has been blackmailing me for many years. He was going crazy trying to get merger information about Noah Pharmaceutical. I told him, “I couldn’t help him because the information was in a safe in Richard’s office and I could not get into it.” I had no doubt that he would try to blackmail Richard, telling him I despised gays and Richard would lose his job. Your Honor Clifford Jones was involved in blackmailing Richard, don’t let him leave this room.
Judge: The court would like to apologize to Richard Savage for any inconvenience to him from this arrest. The court orders all charges against him be dropped.
Judge: Thomas Yates, you have confessed before this court to killing Peter Nash. You will be placed under arrest and detained here at the County Courthouse jail until your arraignment. This court is adjourned.
CHAPTER: 12 Confession Of Thomas Yates
The police handcuffed Mr. Yates and escorted him to the police station where he was asked to make a written statement of his confession and sign it before he was placed under arrest and jailed. He started his statement by describing accounts of being molested by two different men of the cloth from two neighboring parishes as a teenager. He also mentioned, as a youngster, he was repeatedly molested by his father and still had nightmares of those childhood days. He went on to say he had never married during his life. He didn’t feel comfortable with or attracted to the female sex during his late teen years, or as an adult. He had no desire to be around men in a sexual manner either. He said, “My sexual desires got all mixed up, this continued during most of my young adult life.”
A man named John Clemons came to my business Golden Investments around 20 years ago seeking advice about pharmaceuticals. He continued to talk about being in the process of acquiring a pharmaceutical company from an Asian group. It was called T-Max Pharmaceuticals. He had no expertise in the pharmaceutical business, that is why he came to me, for encouragement and advice.
The more I talk to this man John the more I felt he was a bit unorganized putting the cart before the horse so to speak. He was new to this business, but he kept talking about having a pharmaceutical seminar where people could come together and share new ideas about products, marketing and so on. He went on to say that he would love to have me come to the seminar that he would be hosting soon up in Lake Tahoe California.
I felt a little skeptical about this invitation, but then I thought I could use a vacation and get away for awhile so I told him that I would attend. He put on a very lavish banquet for those attending; drinks seem to be flowing Non-Stop, he had several different bars set up. It wasn’t very long before he asked about my family, I was supposed to bring my wife along. I then told him I don’t have a wife. He commented. We will find someone to keep you entertained while you are here this weekend.
That evening as I was sitting at the bar I was approached by a handsome young man who asked to join me. We visited a long time, both got inebriated and ended up in a room together. I’m no Einstein, but I am very sure John Clemons had all of this planned. Before I went to that so-called seminar at Lake Tahoe John Clemons made very sure Peter Nash and I got to know each other well. His long-range plan was for us to become close back here in San Francisco. Then he could use us to his advantage, the old blackmail game he was so dependent on.
Roger called Richard to tell him about an article in the Business Section of the newspaper, it read: ‘Noah Pharmaceutical Merger Stopped’
“The Security and Exchange Commission has ruled to stop any and all acquisitions, mergers, or proposed takeovers with or against the Noah Pharmaceutical Company. Peter Nash, one of their executive officers, was recently murdered, and until the investigation is complete, there can be no merger activity carried on with or against Noah Pharmaceuticals. The FBI has gained access to the Golden Investment Company and has orders to remove a safe from the office of Richard Savage, the individual who was a suspect in the murder case. The safe will remain in the hands of the investigators until the case is complete.” ‘Richard thanked him for the heads up on the news.’
CHAPTER: 13 Richard Meets Alex
Richard was back at his apartment trying to get his mind wrapped around all the events of the past few weeks. He knew his first order of business would be finding a new apartment. The telephone rang, an Alexander Noah Gaiakoski was calling, he asked Dick to call him Alex. “He went on to say he was the owner of Noah Pharmaceuticals his mother’s family founded the company in Europe. They would very much like to have Richard join their firm immediately if that was possible.”
They would like him to be there when the FBI returns the safe that was in his office so Richard can identify everything there as he recalls the last time he closed the door. Alex went on to tell him, “whatever Golden Investments paid him they would double it.” Alex would like him to be a member of their executive board. Richard felt utterly blown away, what could he say, he certainly couldn’t refuse anything like this. ‘Out of constrained, excitement rather than rational thinking.’ He replied, “let me sleep on this for a day or two, I will get back to you, thank you very much for the generous offer, as you know at present, I am truly in limbo, my former employer shocked the whole city with his confession of murdering Peter Nash.”
Richard, all merger activity between Noah and T-Max has been halted by the Securities and Exchange Commission that is one reason we would be happy to have you join us immediately. Our whole team is going to need your expertise at this time. I am not sure what the standings are over at T-Max Pharmaceutical, but it appears the owner John Clemons will be in some trouble of his own before the blackmail trial is over. Clifford Jones acted like he was not telling the truth under oath then Mr. Yates confirmed it.
Richard, “I know you did not have any involvement in that murder, and I’m sure you may have some uneasy feelings about safety for yourself at this time. You are very welcome to live in our corporate headquarters compound where there is plenty of security available, and we do have some very nice apartments there.”
Mr. Gaiakoski, “I am your man.” ‘I thank you very much for your interest in me and my welfare; I certainly do not feel very safe at this time.’ ‘I don’t know what to make of the murder of Peter Nash, but I know, I had nothing to do with it.’ I had no idea, my former boss Mr. Yates was involved with him. He did come forward to keep me from going to prison for murder. “I am thankful to him for that.”
Richard, this latest blackmail scheme is a lot more complicated than we ever imagined. We believed John Clemons was blackmailing your former employer for several years; we had no proof of that until recently, the way things have been playing out
Mr. Yates had to be under the control of John Clemons. When you called Clemons bluff, he got desperate. Our security people have been digging into this for many years now. That is the main reason we had the safe put into your office for our files to be locked up securely for only you to see. I know this made Mr. Yates very upset, we could not trust him, and he knew it. In fact, we started to lose faith in him a few years before you started working there. Far too much important information was being leaked.
Our security people have been working on every piece of this puzzle; it resembles a battle plan. They have learned about John Clemons doing a pharmaceutical seminar at his home in Lake Tahoe several years ago. That took place right after he acquired T-Max, how he did that was nothing short of a miracle. He had several proxy buyers with phony capital.
He also played’ “Cupid” with Mr. Yates and Peter Nash at that seminar. He is a very crafty, vicious, person, capable of anything. He was planning years ago to get those two involved with each other so he could blackmail both of them giving him a lot more advantage over any situations that came up.
Noah Pharmaceuticals became his latest big target. Richard, “this is why we want you to be with our firm at this time.” ‘We have no fear of Clemons trying to blackmail you now. I believe you have the courage and skill to do this job for us. I am quite sure we have not seen the end, Mr. John Clemons. He is going to be coming back to try to get control of our company, ‘I have no idea how he plans to accomplish that, it would not be an honest venture that is for sure because he has nowhere near the capital of his own.’ Richard, “You get settled in at the compound, I have to warn you we are going to be working very long hours. One thing we know for sure, John Clemons is not above harming people, that is why we want you living in the compound.”
We will send a moving van and crew to help you get moved today. I want you securely in that compound before dark. The FBI has called me; they will be delivering that safe to our offices this afternoon since Thomas Yates admitted to murdering Peter Nash they don’t feel a need to have to look into the safe now. I am glad we ordered a big heavy safe for the simple reason someone would have tried to steal it, I’m sure of that. Richard after you get moved into your apartment today and get familiar with our office complex at Noah. I would like to have you come by my office tomorrow morning, let’s say about 9:00. We should have a visit so I can try to bring you up to speed on the internal operations of our company and some of the changes that have been taking place.
Richard got a call from Rodger at the newspaper. He said, Dick, please be aware you are dealing with a very dangerous man in that would-be grape grower from Napa. He hired one of the best defense lawyers in the nation to go in and talk to our witness Cliff and get him to recant everything that he told us. Cliff was expendable, even after faithfully serving Clemons for years. He was killed today by a hit-and-run driver not too far from his apartment down by the waterfront. Naturally, there were no witnesses to see anything.
Richard, I think you should have a chat with your new boss Alex Gaiakoski he must have some type of influence at the county level. Suggest to him that he talk to someone in law enforcement there at the courthouse and try to get some extra security lined up for Thomas Yates.
You just know Clemens will have him killed right there in the county jail, there could be no better place to get rid of him. When he starts talking there’s going to be a lot of people tuned in to see how many Clemons blackmailed and ripped off through the years. I sure hope they keep him in a secure cell.
CHAPTER: 14 The Move To Noah
The moving van with a half a dozen workers had Dick all moved by mid-afternoon. That gave him a chance to relax, have a drink and let his nerves unwind. He called Bobbie. Hi, “How are you doing? I thought I would touch bases with you, hope all is well with you and Rhonda.” I just got moved into the compound at the Noah office complex, this place is unbelievable. I wouldn’t expect to see anything like this unless it was at a Five-Star Hotel in Dubai or someplace like that.
You haven’t met my new employer Alex yet he is a great guy, he is very concerned about my safety. The bad guy behind all of this blackmail and murder business seems to be out to get revenge on me and anyone from Noah Pharmaceuticals. I have a meeting with Alex tomorrow morning to bring me up to speed on the latest operations with this company. Security is their prime concern and issue. My former boss Mr. Nash has not been trusted by them since before I started working for Golden Investments. Alex has been trying to make it very clear to me this John Clemons has no regards for anything but huge profits. If people get in his way, they are considered expendable items.
Bobbie, “would you consider staying here with me and commuting to the airport?” The security people here will get you to the airport and back safely. I would feel better if you do that. I’m not too sure what would be the best policy, if these bad guys see you coming and going from here they’ll just follow you like bloodhounds.
On second thought you might be better to stay with Rhonda but be extra careful coming and going. “If you see anything suspicious, like somebody hanging around or sitting out front in a vehicle watching the apartment, stay put, don’t go out, call me.” “You do have a limousine driver coming and going now, don’t you?” Yes,” we do.” Be damn sure you know the driver before you get in, ask for drivers that you both know. I’m not trying to scare you; we just have to use extra precautions for a while. I will see what Alex has to say about this tomorrow; I’m sure we can work something out so we can be able to live without being in fear.
About a week had gone by, Mr. Yates was still fighting for his life at the hospital. Everything else seemed to be quieting down. Dick called Bobbie, I was wondering if you were busy Saturday night, if not would you go out on a date with me? She said, “I’m free what did you have in mind.” I am somewhat of a bridge fanatic, who likes having you in my car. How about if I pick you up early, we will cross the Golden Gate Bridge and take a leisurely drive up to San Rafael? Then cross the bridge over to Richmond, get an ice cream cone and continue on down to Oakland. We will take in Butch’s big blast, don’t let me drink more than I should, then we return home over the San Francisco Bay bridge.
CHAPTER: 15 Wrongful Revenge
There is a big birthday bash planned for Butch at his place in Oakland tonight. It won’t be a surprise since he owns the place and is paying for most of it, I bet. He is turning the big 50. The place will be packed but Butch promised me he would have a table reserved for us right in front of the main stage. They plan to have three stages set up special. They all love you over there, so do I. “What did you say?” I don’t know how we can refuse. I think we almost have to go don’t you? Yes, that sounds like fun, you said, “you love me.” I’m not sure what kind of entertainment they’ll have” It will be on the wild side. Yes,“I do love you.”
They arrived at Butch’s Place early it was only about 7:30 but people were starting to show up some even by bus. It was starting to look like be the biggest crowd since he built the place. As Richard and Bobbie drove up to the front, a valet parking attendant took their car and parked it. Butch with his big smiling face was standing out front and greeted them as they came up to the door. I was expecting you two I would have been very disappointed if you hadn’t shown up you’re my most favorite couple, and I love you both dearly. Happy birthday big guy, then they both sang Happy birthday to him and gave him a bunch of hugs and kisses.
I don’t have valet parking as a rule, but my little brother was out here staying for a while, and I asked him if he would park your car when you arrived, he’s a good kid. He’s going to spend some time with me, learn how to run the joint on occasions. I plan to start doing a little more traveling and to take life a bit easier. Spend a few days out on the boat if I feel like it. I have some good friends over in the South Pacific region; it would be great to go over there and spend some time with them too.
Come on inside I have your table set up. Butch was limping quite badly as they walked to the table. He commented as he sat down with a grimace of pain, my old football knees are in their last miles. I’ve been putting it off for years, the doctor wants to do knee surgery on me, put in new joints now. I know that new knees today work great, I’m just not ready to go through with it yet. Maybe if they put grease fittings on them, I could go back and play football again.
The Big guy signaled for a pretty young waitress to come over. What would you two like to drink? Bobbie said, “she would enjoy a Rum and Coke but go easy on the Rum. Dick replied get me something with vodka in, surprise me if you would. Butch said, “he was still drinking coffee at this hour.” I plan to enjoy a few drinks later.” I don’t drink much anymore not like in my younger days. I can’t burn it up now. I don’t burn up any calories I continue to get bigger, be a big mess when I explode.
Bobbie, you should have seen this young fellow when he first started coming in here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone that was shyer than our man Dick. He would sit down there at the end of the bar all alone most of the time. Once in a while, someone would sit down and talk to him, try to make conversation. He just didn’t seem like he wanted anyone to be close to him. Sometimes he would sit alone over at the piano bar; you could tell his mind was going a million miles a minute. I don’t know what was going on in there, he sure did a lot of thinking, but he kept it all to himself. He knew this was a gay bar, not a library.
I had lots of people tell me, Butch, you got to be out of your freaking mind to open a gay bar. You will have nothing but a bunch of extra trouble, big trouble. I would always say what kind of problems do you think it will be. People would come back with things like well they’re going to get fighting with each other, a lot of jealousy over who belongs to which one, stuff like that. Every nightclub and bar has that. A lot of people in this country are starting to become homophobic; hate crimes are on the increase you haven’t seen anything yet. There will be more demonstrations from religious groups and others wanting changes to the Constitution about equal rights. Many states have already voted not to allow same-sex marriage. As soon as the Supreme Court gets tilted the other way, gays are not going to have very many equal rights; you can count on that.
Butch came over and put his arms around Dick and Bobbie, “I’ve been in this place around ten years, and if I never did anything but helped get you two together it is all worthwhile. I can see you are meant for each other if I helped bring that about my mission has been accomplished in this world.
Butch asks, “Does it feel cool enough in here for you,” ‘yes it seems fine to me they both replied.’ There were two guys in here yesterday from a heating and cooling company. They said they were sent to check on the refrigeration and heating as part of my yearly lease agreement. They must have been here over an hour probing and digging around. I haven’t noticed anything wrong, I know I never called anyone. They told me it was all part of the lease agreement and I would not be getting a bill for it.
Dick while you were sitting over there in San Francisco in The Slammer we were all sitting over here going a little crazy wondering what the hell was going on. We were all sure somebody stole your gun to murder that guy. You don’t look like the murdering kind, surprised you owned a gun.
I think one of the best nights of my whole life was when Larry and I grabbed that tall skinny old fart, Cliff Jones. We took him for nice, evening ride in my boat, but he didn’t seem to have a good time for some reason. I felt a little sorry when I was holding him out over the water, it made him so scared Cliff peed all over me. You just can’t judge character nowadays. He sat in the witness chair pleading no knowledge of blackmail while lying through his teeth. After your boss testified, Cliff was arrested leaving the courthouse. Clemons got one of the best lawyers in the country to defend him. The expensive lawyer got him released on bond, then they turned right around and ran over him with a truck the next damn day. That has got to be one bloodthirsty bunch, can’t believe the things that have happened. Butch had to leave and make the rounds and start visiting with the crowd, the place was really starting to rock.
As you walked in the front door there was a huge ice sculpture of the football player Butch. It was actual size, a damn big chunk of ice! Bobbie said to Dick, I’ve never seen an ice carving that looks like that, must be a Guinness Book of Records for sure. Sure looks like a wild night for Oakland. There was a huge cake in the middle of the main stage. At 8:30 a male and a female jumped out of the cake and started dancing. Dick said, “I often wondered how you get two people in a cake” “just don’t put any clothes on them.” Bobbie said, “Oh, for crying out loud that is ‘dumb’.”
CHAPTER: 16 Called Away
Just before 9:00. Bobbie’s cell phone rang. Rhonda told Bobbie she was deathly ill with the flu, there’s no way she could make her Tokyo flight tonight. She asked Bobbie, to please come home and do her flight for her. Bobbie said, we are at Butch’s party in Oakland but we’ll be on our way in a few minutes, hang on I will do it for you. Dick, that was Rhonda she was sick earlier today and she just called and said she’s deathly ill with the flu. She has her Tokyo flight at 1:00 A.M. We’re going to have to get back so I can do that flight for her. I hope you understand and forgive me. Dick, I just can’t turn her down, she has done so much for me. I understand completely that’s what friends are for.
Butch’s brother quickly brought their car to the front entrance. I will have you back to her place in plenty of time and could take you to the airport if you want. Bobbie said, “no they will send a limousine for me early and take me right out to the plane. I feel so bad for Rhonda she was awful sick earlier but she thought for sure she would be better by tonight.
Dick left Bobbie at Rhonda’s and drove back to his new Noah apartment, his temporary home. Their night ended earlier than anticipated, he may as well have a drink, kick back, and watch TV. That was something he seldom did. As he turned the TV on they were just finishing a late-breaking News Flash From Oakland California. It would be repeated in a few minutes when more information became available.
His heart sank when he saw the television pictures showing Butch’s Place in Oakland. It was engulfed in flames. The fire marshal was speaking and saying it was an act of arson. At first, he thought it might have been a gas leak. They also considered a hate crime of some type against gays. It was later discovered incendiary devices had been scattered around different places in the nightclub. The largest explosion occurred underneath the main stage, everyone in that vicinity was killed outright. Scores more we’re suffering second and third-degree burns over much of their bodies. The fire quickly spread, it became a blazing inferno in a matter of minutes. More details will be available later. The victims were taken to all of the closest hospitals, many will need to be moved to special burn units.
Dick sat there alone stunned; in shock, he felt a sickening, terrible guilt, thinking it was all his fault. The (son-of-a-bitch) Clemons was trying to kill him. Rhonda saved their lives. Dick continued to watch the terrible, sickening news, the reports about the fire continued to get more devastating. One reporter said it was the worst fire Oakland had seen since the Oil Refinery fire during the Second World War. Fewer lives were lost in that fire. As the death toll continued to mount they brought in two refrigerated trucks to have on the spot as temporary mortuaries.
He would doze off but then wake up sweating and cold and shaking all over. Visions of scorched and badly burned bodies lying everywhere kept going through his head. Some were burned black, many were nothing but ashes. Then he saw Butch’s face in a vision before and then after it was burned off.
Suddenly he realized Butch Is Dead, everyone sitting in front that stage has died. Why should he be alive? They all died because of him making one person so mad he went crazy. All over money!
After finishing a whole pot of black coffee it was almost morning. He knew the pathologists would spend days on the identification of the bodies. New names would continue to be released all day long on the local news. He was sickened again, wondering how many he knew.
A call from the burn unit at a San Francisco Hospital. His friend Rodger had been taken there with third-degree burns on most of his body. Rodger had no family in the area so he listed Richard as someone to call in case of emergency. Visitors are not allowed at this time but possibly tomorrow he could come in and talk to his friend.
CHAPTER: 17 Stunned To The Soul
He woke up in his chair late Sunday morning wondering why he was not in bed. How could he have slept so long? The hospital burn unit call woke him up to tell him his friend Roger died. Then the shock from the previous night started to return. It became a complete rerun he could not stand any more pain and now Roger is dead too.
He put on a fresh pot of coffee, the TV news was still talking about Oakland’s latest tragedy, the death count was nearing a hundred. He figured Bobbie should be in Tokyo at her hotel. She was to come directly to his apartment from the airport upon returning. He missed her badly, they made each other stronger and needed to be together, more each day. Happy thoughts started to fill his mind while recalling their trip west.
The phone rang, it startled him out of half dreamy daze. Dick, this is Bobbie, suddenly she started sobbing and crying like he had never heard anyone do before. Her pain and Agony seemed to be transmitted immediately to him. He kept saying “what’s wrong, get a hold of yourself, what has happened?” She continued gasping and wheezing, he could tell she wasn’t even getting any air. He shouted Bobby, STOP! Take A Breath. Where are you, what is wrong? Between sudden sobs, she said, “I’m in Tokyo at the hotel yet, you better sit down I have some terrible news to tell you.”Our neighbor Mrs. Swanson called me just a few minutes ago. Richard, “Rhonda is dead,” then she started crying all over again and the sobbing continued. They know we are still alive! Rhonda called in a prescription at the drugstore across the street. Nellie the neighbor asked her not to go pick it up.
Rhonda told her she needed some fresh air. She put on my windbreaker and went out, didn’t jaywalk she went down to the corner and was crossing at the light when a big black SUV run over and killed her on the spot. Nellie was sitting on her veranda and saw the whole thing she described the car to the police as a big black Cadillac Escalade. She is also in shock after watching the whole thing, Rhonda’s body went clear over the top of the vehicle.
That crazy bastard Clemons will not stop the way it looks. What are we supposed to do leave the face of the Earth? He’s trying to kill me because he lost a few million dollars it is hard to believe anybody could be that greedy and evil. He had Rhonda killed because he thought it was you, all she did was wear your windbreaker, oh my God what now. Bobbie, I am so sorry I got you into this predicament, hurting you is now the same to him as hurting me. He won’t be satisfied until he gets rid of both of us. He evidently has no conscience, none, no feelings.
Dick, the TV on the flight coming over told us all about the Oakland explosion and Fire. I could not believe my eyes or my ears. We sat there with Butch almost until the fire. The bad guys were trying to kill us and all those innocent people died. Bobbie, I know just what you mean I’ve been going through this all night long. I feel nothing but shock and shame I’m just sick.
As soon as she returned from Tokyo the airport car took her straight to the compound. A moving van and a crew from Noah would move her things. You are Rhonda closest friend, do you have any idea if she has family here? I don’t think she has family out here I know she has a brother in Des Moines Iowa. Bobbie learned that Rhonda’s brother came out to San Francisco to fly home with the body. The funeral would be in Des Moine Iowa on the following Thursday. The airline was contacted by her brother about her belongings. He found a document Rhonda had signed donating everything she owned to a low-income family program in the Bay Area if something were to happen to her. They gave to that charity on a regular basis providing food temporary shelter and clothing. She called Dick and asked if he wanted to go back with her to the funeral, he told her, “he had to say goodbye to Rhonda too.” They would fly back to the funeral and return that same evening.
Bobbie received another call from Rhonda’s brother Terry Just a minute Terry I would like you to talk to Richard, we had planned on flying back for the funeral but I guess it would be best if we just stay here and send a memorial gift in honor of her to the Airline’s charity. Hello, Terry, this is Richard “You have our deepest sympathy for the loss of your sister Rhonda. The vehicle that killed Rhonda thought they were running over Bobbie I was not sure if you were aware of that or not but I had to tell you. There is an ongoing investigation and I will keep you posted on what they find out. These bad guys want revenge on me because I would not be blackmailed by them. Rhonda was going to make a quick trip to the drugstore, she put on Bobbie’s windbreaker that is why the ones in the vehicle thought it was Bobbie. They are out to get me or those I know.
Dick called the police station in that Precinct and ask to speak to someone investigating Rhonda’s hit-and-run death. A Detective Bill Smith came to the phone and asked, “to whom am I speaking” He said, “my name is Richard Savage my friend Bobbie was a roommate of Rhonda Smith who was killed by the hit-and-run driver.” I think you should have a visit with their neighbor lady Nellie Swanson, she lives in the front of the building and was sitting on her veranda when this guy ran over and killed our best friend.
Mrs. Swanson seemed surprised when the man at the door identified himself as an investigator from the police station. He went on to tell her a neighbor Bobbie Kelly suggested he come and visit her about the hit-and-run death of Rhonda. Oh, I think Bobbie is on a flight to Tokyo. She should be back tomorrow. They are both stewardesses you know no, you wouldn’t know that would you? Maybe you would! No, I don’t want to talk to Bobbie I want to talk to you about what you saw the day of that accident at the intersection when Rhonda was killed. I was sitting out on my veranda, I always do that when the weather is nice. I saw the whole thing happen, I was sick to my stomach for the rest of the day.
Those two young ladies are so nice, they never cause any problems and there are no young men hanging around here or partying going on. They’re two of the nicest people I have ever known my best neighbors. Mrs. Swanson about the accident? Oh yes, Rhonda’s body flew up into the air like a rag doll and went clear over the top of the vehicle it was a big black Cadillac Escalade I’m quite sure, my brother drives one just like it. I wonder what they will do with all of Rhonda things? I suppose someone from the family will be coming by before long.
A big tall handsome young man, guess he would be called a “hunk” walked Bobbie to the door one night, I remember him telling her to watch the street for strange cars that might be parked in different places on the block with someone in them as if they might be watching the apartment. I thought that sounded rather odd. I think about it now that big black car was sitting on our street on other days and I thought it didn’t look quite right.
Rhonda went out of the apartment and I told her not to go to the drugstore, that they would send somebody over with her prescription. She was determined to get some fresh air so she went to get her own prescription. She didn’t jay-walk or anything like that she walked down to the corner and waited for the light before she started to cross. That car then took off wide open, it was going slow along the street until she got to the corner, then it sped up and you could see they ran over her on purpose. I sure hope they catch who over it was.
Officer, I was a photographer at the newspaper for over forty years you can look at some of my work hanging on the walls. I’m quite proud of some of the photographs I’ve taken throughout the years. Wait a darn minute, I just remembered I took pictures of that car and the two guys in it one day when they were parked right out here in front. If you want you can take this camera downtown with you and see if the pictures on it are any good. I would sure be happy if they turn out alright and it helps in your investigation.
Mrs. Swanson, please don’t tell anyone else about the pictures you took we don’t know what kind of characters were dealing, it might have been an accident. The fewer people who know about pictures the better it will be. When Bobbie gets home you might want to tell her about it but don’t tell anybody else, please.
Bobbie was relaxing at Dick’s apartment when she decided to give Mrs. Swanson a call, hello Nellie this is Bobbie I am over at Dick’s apartment. Did you get a visit today from the police station about Rhonda? Mrs. Swanson said yes, a policeman did come by and I told him what I knew and saw. Then I remembered I had a camera that I took some pictures with one day when that black car was parked out in front. The policeman took the camera with him they’re going to see what’s in it. That’s about all I can tell you right now. Are you going to be coming back to this apartment? No, Nellie, I am very sorry, I’m going to be moving out but I will come and visit you from time to time.
We are prisoners of that place for now. I don’t know what else we can do. Neither one of us is safe if
they have any way of getting at us. Bobbie replied, with Rhonda being gone they are not going to let me have a leave of absence right now. I could possibly get maternity leave. Dick says you have to be pregnant for that and Bobby chuckled, well I am pregnant. I should qualify for a leave before very long. The airline is kind of particular that way. They don’t want stewardesses with big bellies hanging over the serving trays. Dick shouted “holy crap.” I can’t believe it, that’s good news, great news. I’m glad you think so, you’re going to be a daddy and I’m going to be a mommy. Whoever would have thought of this a few years ago? Dick laughed out loud, Oh my mother would have, she would be the first one to say I told you so.
Richard and Bobbie called his parents to give them the news. Hello Dad, how are you folks doing at home? We are just fine what are you calling about? Put Mom on the phone, I will let Bobbie tell her, just a minute. Hello, this is Martha, how are you Bobbie I’m just fine, “thank you” No I’m better than fine, “I’m pregnant.” Martha screamed ‘Pregnant,’ “Hallelujah” that’s the best news I’ve ever heard! I have to put Stan back on the phone, I’m crying too hard to talk.
Hello Dick, Dad, here again, you rascal you have gone and surprised everybody. We are so happy for you two. When are you going to get married? Dad, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. We would love to come back there to get married but a lot of things are going on, some are not very good, I tell you what I want to do, I will write a long letter to let You and Mom know what is happening. We would like to come back there, to get married in the Old Country Church where four generations of Savages have been married. We will get married here at a small wedding and then redo our wedding vows back there in a year or two. I will write you a long letter.
Dad I have called the best security company for installing Home Security in the city of Des Moines in all of Iowa for that matter. They are the best in the nation. I have called them they will be contacting you within a few days to install the best home security system they have.
I don’t want any static about cost or anything like that I’m going to pay the bill in advance, you won’t have to pay one nickel, so don’t let them pull out some hidden charge. I think when I tell you what I’m about to say you will agree it is for the best to have some security. Oh yes, when they get it all set up, if someone should trespass or try to get into your house it will automatically send signals to the state and local police and they will have someone there almost immediately. There will be plenty of signs placed on your property to deter anyone from wanting to trespass after Dark. If someone does trespass at night they will trigger floodlights. Your property will light up like a football field or baseball diamond.
After I had been out here for almost two years a gangster tried to Blackmail me. He wanted me to make copies of some business files at work and deliver them to pick up my blackmail money, he offered me $50,000 to steal information from a different pharmaceutical company. I refused to do it. That is when the nightmare started. Then I was arrested for murdering someone from that company that I was supposed to steal the information from. I was soon locked up in jail facing murder charges. My trial was almost over, I expected to get the death penalty for murder. I thought it was a completely hopeless case.
My boss, Mr. Yates walked into court as the trial was ending and confessed he stole my gun and murdered the other fella. They had been having a gay affair for many years. The fellow he murdered had a wife and two children. By the time he got done confessing we learned the one who tried to Blackmail me had been blackmailing him four decades. The one who blackmailed me is named John Clemons. He seems to have gone mad since he lost millions of dollars. He tried to do a forced takeover of the other pharmaceutical company and it didn’t work he’s very dangerous that is why I want you and Mom to have the best security possible out there at the farm. I put nothing past this guy he’s a complete Maniac capable of multiple murders.
A couple weeks ago Bobbie and I were over at Oakland to attend a birthday party of a good friend of ours. He owned a nightclub over there. We were all sitting down ready to enjoy a fun evening when Rhonda called. She told Bobbie she was deathly ill and ask Bobbie to do her flight to Tokyo that night. Bobbie and I left the nightclub, I drove her straight to Rhonda’s house so she could get ready to go to work that night. I left her there for the airport limousine to take right out to the plane when she was ready.
I got home put my feet up was having a cup of coffee. The TV news showed the nightclub that we had just left an hour before turned into a fiery Inferno. This Clemons guy evidently hired people to put fire bombs all through the building, over a hundred people died that night. Rhonda saved Me and Bobbie by calling us just before the fires were detonated. While Bobbie was on the flight to Tokyo, Rhonda put on Bobbie’s windbreaker to walk across the street to pick up a prescription at the drugstore. She went down to the corner waited for the light to turn to walk, as she stepped off the curb two of Clemons’s killers run over her and killed her instantly. They thought they were killing Bobbie.
CHAPTER: 18 Bobbie’s Dream
Bobbie woke up crying, sobbing and shaking all over Richard wake up please I had this horrible, crazy dream it was just awful. I was thinking about Rhonda again last night when I went to sleep. Almost every night when I close my eyes I see Rhonda’s body flying through the air. Her arm going one direction her legs the other. She is all busted up, blood flying all over the place. Why do I have to keep remembering? Then I think, she was my best friend and she died the people who killed her thought they were killing me. It hurts so much I cannot begin to describe it. I do feel guilty that she died and I’m alive. I try to explain it away by saying what will be will be. But that doesn’t help the situation, it goes on night after night. Richard told her, Bobbie if this continues we have to look for help. I’m sure they have counselors that can help in situations like this where the grief is overwhelming.
My dream about your folks is so real I would swear I saw it on a videotape or disk. Everything in it is completely clear and shocking. Everything in the house was just as I remembered seeing it. The whole nightmare seemed surreal yet I can remember all of it. That is the part that is so weird and scary. I don’t know what to make of it, this better not be something that’s going to happen in our future! Your uncle Clyde called, then he warned us to sit down because he had terrible news to tell us, your parents were found dead, an attempt was made to have it look like a robbery.
Clyde thought it might have been a robbery too. Then he remembered he had seen a black Cadillac go down that Old County Road that’s hardly ever traveled. The next day your parents were found dead. The bad guys spent hours torturing your parents your mother had been raped. The sheriff came out and spent a lot of time with us after the funeral. He tried to console us but he also wanted to explain how he found your folks bodies.
He said ‘he had never seen anything so vile in his life.’ The coroner’s report on the bodies gave a detailed description of prolonged torture and beating. The coroner also reported your mother had been raped the people who did this had spent many hours in the house. It will go down as the most viciously, brutal crime ever committed in the state of Iowa. Everyone loved your folks that is the part beyond comprehension. The investigating officials had no idea where to start looking for suspects. They were sure it was transients passing through the area after they questioned neighbors nobody had seen anything out of the ordinary no strangers walking no strangers standing around.
Dick, we went back to their double funeral and were staying out at the farm. During the night John Clemons and his two killers drove in the yard quietly, we never heard a thing. They suddenly busted the door down and walked right into the house with their guns out. Those two thugs from your apartment started beating you, your face was all bloody, it looked like your nose was broke. Hey, Iowa farm kid we come to visit you at your home you didn’t treat us very good out in San Francisco. You were a real smart ass out there when we came to visit you at your apartment. You’re not a very friendly little fart, are you? Then he started kicking you and the other one who’s punching you in your stomach and face hitting you in the back of the head. I don’t know how you could stand it. I expected you to pass out at any second.
One would hold you up the other one would punch you and they threw you on the floor. Clemons started kicking you, he kicked you in the groin over and over. I think you passed out for a while they threw water on you and started all over again. They beat you so bad you were all black and blue. That’s when John told the real ugly one with the scars on his face to rape me. They put you in a chair by the table that ugly monster was supposed to rape me on the kitchen table with you sitting there watching. Clemons said he was going to show the gay kid how it was done.
Uncle Clyde had been keeping a close watch on the traffic using the Old County Road after your parents were murdered. He had been on a lookout that night we were at the farm when he saw the black car pass by he started walking across the field. He must have walked that path hundreds of times during his life. I suppose he could walk it on a pitch dark night with no flashlight. I’m not sure how much longer that group of maniacs would have kept it up before they decided to shoot us. I was afraid that was coming all night long, they would shoot each one of us and then drive away. Sure glad Clyde showed up when he did.
He entered the back door about the time the one guy was supposed to be raping me. Clyde walked over and stood in front of him. He pointed the shotgun right at his privates. Then he said I bet you’re the one that raped my sister, now you are going to rape little Bobbie? I don’t think so! Before the guy could say anything, Clyde shot his balls off. Blood flew all over the place. He had two 50-foot lariat ropes with him. He told you to tie these guys to the kitchen chairs sitting around the table.” Make sure the knots are really good and tight we don’t want to have any chance of them getting away. I wouldn’t want to shoot any of them in the back after I see what it did to his balls. I don’t think we could stand the sight of all the blood. Now they might enjoy seeing a lot of blood around. Everything they’ve done all their lives has been involved in bleeding people, either of their money or their real blood after shooting, stabbing, or running over them.
John Clemons started begging for mercy with your uncle, Clyde. John says I’m a very wealthy man take out your Vengeance on these two. I will pay you lots of money turn me loose, cut these ropes off, and let me drive away. I will put a million dollar in your checking account. Clyde started laughing you’re not a rich man you don’t have anything but other people’s money. You’re a phony and a fraud and you have been all your life you’ve lived off of other people’s hard work by blackmailing them. Every nickel you’ve ever had was gotten through illegal procedures or blackmail.
Clyde got out a bunch of duct tape keep your dirty rotten mouth shut. He said I don’t want to hear anything more from your rotten mouth. I don’t want a peep from any of you. Before the night is over, you are going to believe you met Satan face to face just as you all deserve to do. If any of you think you’re going to find mercy. I can tell you before you die to look deep into each other’s eyes and see if there’s mercy there for any of you. There’s no one in this world left to give you mercy you’ll have to find it in each other’s eyes before you die. Ask each other for forgiveness by blinking at each other.
Clyde asked Richard and Bobbie if they wanted to live in that house or not? Richard said there’s no way he could live in that house now. ‘I didn’t think there was.’A a lot of people are burning down there old farm buildings lately. Mostly the old houses they are getting run down. Costs a fortune to fix them but the tax assessor still taxes them real high. So people just burn them down, then they don’t have a tax on something they’re not using. Just about every farm will have a new house sitting somewhere in the yard so there’s actually no need for the old place. I called the local fire department and told
them we would be burning this old house down tonight. They don’t have to bother sending any firemen or trucks out to check on the fire. We will just let it burn to the ground and tomorrow I will have a bulldozer come and bury it.
Clemons and the two hired Killers started squirming and trying to scream. No noise would come out. Clyde said “after we get the fire burning good and hot to keep these guys feet nice and warm. I will drive their car into Des Moines and leave it by the bus station, ” and I will bring the bus home tomorrow. You two may as well fly back to San Francisco tonight. I don’t think there’s anything you want to stay here for right now.
If you two decide to come back here to live years from now and I’m still alive I will help you two build a nice new house here. It’s going to be fun hanging around spoiling my great nephew Stan. I will farm the land for you if that is okay. You don’t have to worry about anything here at home. Richard, you’re the money man in the family the income from the crops is fairly sizable. You may want to put that in a tax-free trust fund for Stan and later if he has brothers and sisters it would be a fund there for all of them to share for college and other things that they need in their lives. Like I said you’re the money man this is just a thought I had. That is an excellent idea, Clyde, you sound more like the money man than me. I hadn’t given it any thought yet but Stan hasn’t been born yet either. I sure hope I could be a good father like my dad was.
Uncle Clyde stood by the three sad looking self-condemned creatures. Why did you have to torture and kill Dick’s parents, I will never understand? You are truly evil demons, and tonight you three will taste and touch the fires of hell. Uncle Clyde said I didn’t think there was any way possible I could go through with something like this but I realize these guys will get some expensive lawyers, and they would be out walking the streets next week. They killed Rhonda, over a hundred people in the fire at Butch’s place now they came back here, God only knows how many other people they killed. They’re killing days have been brought to an end.
Richard arrived at the Noah Office Building early for his meeting with Mr. Gaiakoski, as he walked through the main entrance a security guard sitting at a desk opened a folder full of pictures. He looked up, saying, “Go right up to the 40th floor Mr. Savage.” When he got off the elevator, a secretary said, “go in Mr. Savage.” Mr. Gaiakoski is ready to see you. “Good morning Richard,” “Good morning to you Sir.” “Just Alex please, no Sir is necessary.” Please have a chair, ‘would you like some coffee,’ ‘please, that would be fine, just black.’ “One of the staff will bring us coffee in a few minutes.”
Did you find the accommodations to be satisfactory? Oh my, yes, everything is fine. Hopefully, this will be a temporary situation. Well, Richard, you can stay out there as long as you want. We have some folks from overseas who will call it home all the while they are here. Some of those are for many months, a few over a year.
Great, here is our coffee, thank you very much. I can’t seem to get up to speed or even started out real good without my morning coffee. I guess there are worse habits, hopefully not morning ones.
I never thought I could say I respected someone who committed murder. But I must admit I have some respect for your old boss Mr. Yates. The day before he went waltzing into that courtroom to admit killing our man Peter Nash. He called the FBI and told them about his plans. Then he proceeded to ask the FBI to remove all the records from his office for future lawsuits regarding John Clemons. He did not want an office fire in his absence.
Richard replied, wow, “that is truly amazing, a very brave thing to do.” Alex, a friend of mine called me and suggested if there was any way possible we should try to get extra protection for Mr. Yates while he is in custody in the county jail? Do you think you can talk to the right person down there?
Alex said, “I will make some phone calls, see what can be done.” I agree with you there are going to be names coming out, cases of people being ripped off, some legally. We know Clemons is going to try to get to him in jail and silence him just like he did with his messenger mister, Cliff somebody.
I am also very concerned about the safety of a friend of mine her name is Bobbie Kelly, she is an airline stewardess, lives with a stewardess friend of hers named Rhonda Smith. I talked to Bobbie yesterday and warned her about the possibility of Clemens trying to hurt them and to be on the lookout for anything suspicious looking. Maybe I’m overly cautious, but I’m not too sure what all this guy is capable of doing. The two thugs who came to my apartment threatened to take me out and drown me if I didn’t deliver the flash drive to them. I know either one of those guys would just love for something to happen to me, put me in a grave. Alex replied I could make arrangements for Bobbie to stay there too, to have it look proper it would have to be two separate apartments. We can have them adjoining if you want. Give me a notice, a day ahead of time. There will be no problem with that.
You are going to get the feeling that we have been spying on you for many years, but when I’m finished, you will see there was a reason for it. We visited your Junior High School when you were in the athletics program there, we learned from your coach you were a typical energetic young athlete. The first time teenage boys are all in the shower together there is a certain amount of shyness which is only natural. That is all part of the growing up process in an age where athletes and military people share showers together. The coach had the impression that you were extremely shy but that did not make you gay.
Our investigation into your life only got to the showers point for the simple reason we learned you had an outstanding ability with mathematics and all other learning skills in your early grades at school. You were an above-average student, by far. Our firm sends out recruiting officers, Scouts if you will just as the professional athletics send out Scouts to find new people.
We later learned that you had come to the conclusion you were possibly gay because you just didn’t feel right showering with all the other guys. Evidently, you were not attracted to them because from we have learned you have never had a sexual relationship with someone of your sex. Am I right about this? Richard replied, Yes, “you are.”
Since you have been out here in San Francisco we have learned that you have some drinks with people in the gay community, but you also play golf with them, handball, and baseball. We have no problem with your associating with gay people. We would have a problem if you were to start sleeping with another man. Those are the relationships that create a multitude of problems both in and out of the workplace. You may call this employer discrimination, but to us, it is all part of our security program. If you do not agree with it, you can terminate your present employment at any time you wish. You could continue working at Noah, but it would involve very little responsibility.
As I told you before John Clemons played the part of the pimp that time he had a so-called pharmaceutical seminar up at Lake Tahoe. He willfully and purposefully captured our young man Peter Nash. He was a lot like you at that time an excellent, energetic worker with some doubts about his sexuality, he did marry and had two children. We never suspected him of being gay. Thomas Yates, an older man, was never married, but he wasn’t gay either, showed no signs. John Clemens managed to get the two acquainted with each other, and no doubt furnished them with exotic entertainment of the same sex to seal his bargain with Satan.
Richard, our company is deeply indebted to you for coming to San Francisco when you did. We can also thank our scouts who went out to Iowa and found you. You arrived here in time to save our company from a Hostile takeover. Clemens was prepared to try every trick in the book; we just have to continue to hope the Security and Exchange Commission put a complete stop to it. He messed around with our shareholders so much we’re not sure now what will happen in a proxy war. Richard, we need you sitting in at our next shareholder meeting to talk some sense to these people. Clemens could still come back to start a proxy war. I said before; he has little money of his own, he could not offer market value. He may offer phony, inflated shares in his company to change people’s minds. I am sure Peter Nash was his Ace in the Hole. You can bet he had Peter ready to vote with him on the merger and that’s about all it would have taken for him to win.
Richard, you, and Thomas Yates brought John Clemens long-planned schemes and dreams crashing Down. I would call that Fate. When you mess with right and wrong, fate will usually straighten you out, to show you the wickedness of your ways.
Alex, I’m afraid losing his potential millions drove him mad, The authorities cannot find those responsible for the fire that killed over one hundred people at Butch’s Place in Oakland. You can bet Clemons and his group of thugs were behind that devastating fire. Bobbie and I were supposed to be sitting in front of that main stage we would have been killed outright. Alex, it makes me ill when I think about all the people who died just because of Clemons hate for me. We are at war with this man, monster I mean.
He had Bobby’s friend Rhonda run over by one of his vehicles at an intersection, as she was going to go to a drug store across the street. She was wearing Bobbie’s windbreaker; they thought they were killing Bobbie, all to hurt me. There’s a possibility there may be pictures of the car and who was in it. I would almost bet it’s the two gunslingers who came to my apartment. Alex, Bobbie and I would like to fly back to Iowa to attend Rhonda’s funeral next Thursday we will return that same evening. That will be okay, go but stay safe. When you leave that day go from the Noah Compound directly to the airport. Get on your plane and when you return come right back and check in it at the compound. We can’t have anything happening to you Richard.
CHAPTER: 19 Some Bad Guys Go To Jail
A partial license plate number was written down by witnesses at the hit and run scene. The Department of Motor Vehicles checked the numbers against vehicles owned by John Clemons. The numbers match part of one of his. He has six black Cadillac Escalades with his name on the titles. I wonder if anyone is going to take the time to try to run them down and check out all of these vehicles to see if any of them have been in an accident? The one that they used that day has been taken out on the ocean and dumped overboard by now.
Richard, I don’t believe my ears a friend down at the police station just called me back and said that this neighbors camera was full of good pictures. The two guys sitting in the front seat sure sounds like the two who visited your apartment. There is a warrant out for their arrests; the authorities know they are John Clemons men.
Alex, I almost forgot to tell you Bobbie’s pregnant, so it looks like we’re going to be having a wedding before very long. Alex shouts “congratulations.” that will be cause for much celebration at Noah. You have been considered a member of the family now for close to three years. We would only be needing one apartment after all.
We have talked to my parents. The way things are out here with Crazy Clemons, I believe we will get married here at a Justice of the Peace. Have a simple ceremony here. Noah must have someone who can do it. After Clemons is gone and things settle down we will go back home and get married at the Old Country Church where my parent’s wedding was held. That sounds fine to me Richard.
We have to believe Clemons hired Guns are going to start being caught. I sure hope they are put out of business quickly. He must have a big payroll to meet. I heard rumors years ago when he acquired T-Max he got funds from the Asian Mafia. I would not want to be in debt to any of those people. That is one thing I’m very sure of.
The next day Alex called Richard to tell him the fire inspector was in the Plant yesterday making his semi-annual walk through afterward we got talking, and he said the investigation on that fire in Oakland has run up against a brick wall. The fire investigators, they have several on this case, are confident it was arson and the incendiary devices used were scattered throughout the building to create the most casualties and damage possible. What is driving them crazy, it’s not a run-of-the-mill product, not something the general public can go out and buy it seems to be a military grade or better. You can get triggering devices at almost any electronics store, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to set most of them up just somebody with enough guts to know what they’re doing so it doesn’t blow up in their hands.
They have found traces of a very high-grade white phosphorus. Lower grades are used in flares, fertilizers and incendiary devices. It is also used in some processes of the pharmaceutical industry. This high-grade product would not be readily available. The Fire Investigator is going to look for samples, then track it to place origin. There might be a paperwork trail to follow showing who purchased it.
Richard, Homeland Security was looking into the fire at Butch’s nightclub. I expected that all the while, anytime there’s a hundred people killed they immediately look at possible terrorist activity. It took the FEDS to do it, they traced the material used in the source of the fire to a Pharmaceutical Plant in Hong Kong. To no one’s surprise, Mr. Clemons has an interest in that plant.
Dick, We have to be very thankful for our space program. I have a friend working at NASA down in Huston. Get a load of this, we actually have a satellite circling the globe with sensors that are so sensitive, if Clemons has any of this material stored in of the buildings at his Vineyard NASA will be able to detect that chemical. If that should happen they will immediately issue a search warrant and go arrest your bad Uncle John.
Our friend Butch told us, two guys from a heating and air conditioning company were there a day before the fire. But investigators have not found any heating and air conditioning company that has visited the place. At the present time, they are checking pictures on all security cameras near all of them, you can imagine this is going to take quite a while to go through all those photos.
That monster Clemens took advantage of the gay community his whole life. He always blackmailed people from there. It’s hard to imagine how many lives he ruined. The thing that surprises me the most is the how he destroyed it. It was all done with the goal of killing the most people doing the worst damage and creating maximum hurt. They must have had people watching the place that night, someone was outside watching when you and Bobbie left to go do Rhonda’s fight to Tokyo. That should have given them enough time to stop the detonation of the fires. They went ahead and killed those people with the knowledge that they weren’t going to get you after all. They couldn’t get to you, so the next day they killed Rhonda thinking it was Bobbie making it that much more bizarre. I can hear the call to their boss. “We got his girlfriend we will get him next.”
I’m glad Bobbie called the police when she did they took her neighbor’s camera and found some good pictures on it to identify the two guys sitting in the car. You should probably make a trip downtown and have a look at them, better yet I will ask one of the officers to come out here and visit with you. As crazy as this bunch is we don’t want to take any unnecessary chances. They seem determined to do away with you; they have to be nuts to think that’s going to solve their problems.
CHAPTER: 22 Clemons Feels The Pressure
The following day Clemons two goons were seen watching the gate to the Noah complex from about a block away, they had been there most of the morning. The police arrested them without any resistance, took them downtown and had the car impounded. It did not look like a car that was involved in the hit-and-run homicide. Clemons had six identical cars with his name’s on the titles. The bad guys went to the police station in two different cars there’s no way the investigators wanted these two exchanging stories with one another not at this point not with charges being this serious.
The detectives informed the lawyer, who took several hours getting there from Los Angeles, his clients were charged with hit-and-run homicide and possibly arson. They were escorted to two separate interrogation rooms. First, they were asked about their whereabouts at the time of the hit-and-run and also at the time of the fire in Oakland. They both claimed to be home watching television. After further questioning one of them said Saturday night he was still in bed with his girlfriend, she would swear that he was there. The detective replied I don’t doubt the swearing part. They then refused to say any more without an attorney present.
The two detectives Roberts and Shaw we’re investigating Rhonda’s Hit and Run death. They had been Attempting to question them separately to compare conflicting stories. Shaw showed Randy Jasper, the photographic evidence that was in their possession. He did this because he hoped to shock him by the site of Rhonda’s mangled body. Shaw said, “Hey Randy, take a look, her name is Rhonda she could be your sister. Rhonda and Randy Jasper, but her name was Smith. Shaw held the picture right up in his face where he had to look at it. He took one look at the mangled body photo and was visibly ill, then started shaking. Randy, how would you feel if this was your sister? He could see that he was getting to him.
He still refused to speak before talking to his attorney. The Jasper duo waited most of the day to get a call back from their attorney. The Jasper brother’s attorney finally arrived at the police station and said, “I request to speak to my two clients in private.” Detective Roberts asked, ‘who are you, their attorney?’ He said, ‘He was.” You will have to speak to them separately, sorry about that. What did you say your name is? My name is E. T. Bribery; Shaw started to laugh, “does that stand for easy to bribery?” You better watch your mouth boy; ‘I could sue you for slandering my given name.’ Sorry, about that, it just didn’t hit me right, Don’t call me boy, “I might sue you for using a racial slur.” The lawyer replied I can see I’m dealing with some smart-ass cops here. Detective Roberts, “well I can see we’re off to a great start.”
Mr. Bribery requested to speak with Ralph first. He said, Ralph,”what in the hell is wrong with you two are you just plain freaking stupid or what.?”These detectives have photographic evidence of both you clowns sitting in one of the bosses damn cars. You must make up for your lack of brains with plain old dumb luck. The vehicle you idiots were driving that day is the only one out of a half-dozen black Escalades that don’t have his name on the title.”I think that one belongs to somebody in Cuba.” Where are they finding arson charges? That Detective Shaw blew me away when he was talking about arson charges the boss sure doesn’t have anything to do with that fire over at Oakland, does he? If he’s involved in that I believe he’s going to need a new attorney.
Why in the hell did you park right out in front of the girl’s apartment? “The boss told us to keep an eye out on what they do where they go what time it is when they go, crap like that. We didn’t stay at the same place all the time we parked in different places, duh, it’s only one block long what the hell were we supposed to do?”And then you run her down at the first intersection.
Randy, the Boss, tells me, “You are the leader, have you realized yet that you killed the wrong girl?” Randy replies, ‘We’ve been watching them for a long time, and we knew she wore a certain colored windbreaker,’ Yeah, ‘but did it ever dawn on you she was wearing her friend’s jacket?’ ‘They could have maybe mixed up coats?’ One wasn’t even home for crying out loud she was on a flight to Tokyo.’ She has red hair the other one black, you assholes killed the wrong one. You two are completely unbelievable. ‘I have to go out and talk to the boss, but I see no way in hell we can straighten this mess out.’ Mr. E. T. “I wish you wouldn’t talk to me that way.” My feelings are easily hurt. E. T.,”What?”
Randy,”I’m going to need time to try to figure something out, I don’t want you guys to speak to these detectives, don’t answer anything go on a hunger strike but don’t tell them one damn thing.” I have to find out where the pictures originated. The only hope you guys have of getting out of this jail is for the person who took those pictures to disappear. That’s all I can tell you right now, keep your Yap shut and we’re going to stall for time. One more thing, “Don’t even think about ratting on the boss he has many friends in this building and if the word gets out that you guys are turning on him, you will both be leaving here in body bags.”
You guys gotta be dumb, dumb, dumb! We have to find out where these pictures originated. That is going be another part of my detective job when I don’t get paid near enough. With this evidence, there is no way in hell they’re going let you guys out on bond. I won’t even waste my breath on that. We have to figure out a way to turn this trial around by making it impossible for the police to find the person who owned that camera before you go to court.
Mr. Bribery then requested they send in Ralph. He said, ‘I will say the same things to you as I did your brother Randy. “Don’t even think about turning on the boss, he has many friends in this building. If the word gets out that you guys are squealing on him, you will both be leaving the back of the jail in a dumpster.” Country hicks from Tennessee found in City Dumping Grounds, will be a small article on the last page of the newspaper.’How long have you two been out here working for the boss?’ Well, “it’s been almost ten years now. ‘With your stupidity, you must have masturbated your brains out.
There’s no legal way for us to win this thing, I might just suggest to the boss, pay the penalty, give you two a large salary all the while you’re sitting in the slammer you will be released someday with a lot of money in the bank something for you to both think over. Too bad you can’t talk about it, but these detectives are never going to let you two alone in the same room, not even the toilet. I would suggest you consider pleading no contest or something to that effect if we can’t solve this any other way. Continue to refuse to speak to any of the investigators. We will play hardball with them see how they like it.
Now I have to go out and visit with the boss and see what he thinks. Better ask them to send Ralph back in here. Ralph, I will tell you again continue to refuse all conversation with these guys, if you have to go on a hunger strike do it, if they send in a shrink don’t talk, not a single word. Don’t answer any questions and for damn sure don’t volunteer any information none, absolutely none. They have these pictures that will send you guys to the electric chair possibly only thing we don’t have the death penalty here in California anymore. Back in Tennessee, they would probably hang you or use the Hot Seat on you. I will see what the boss has to say if he wants you guys to do time for doing the crime, you better not try ratting on him. It’s like I told your brother. You’ll both be dead before you get out of the county jail. You may as well go back out to your cell and read a long book.
Mr. Bribery drove out to Napa, but he wasn’t going to go to pick grapes or taste wine. He knocked on Clemons’s door, Boss, they are still holding your two idiots, Ralph and Randy, where the hell did you find those two, the dumbest hicks I ever saw in my life! Hey, E. T. give my guys a break, they were with me over ten years, done a lot of jobs that no one else would ever think of doing. Boss, I’ll tell you how stupid they are, being caught on about twenty pictures sitting in different places on that Rhonda Smith girls block they got more damn photographic evidence that there was for the Vietnam War. I told the boys no way I can get you out of this deal, the boss is probably gonna want you to do time, and not to try ratting on him. They’ll be dead before the day is over at the county jail. He says, I thought the boys were smarter than that, not to spend a lot of time sitting on the same street. I can’t imagine being that stupid. We are going to have to find out who took the pictures.
Clemons says “I will have friends around the station check out the evidence room.” Find out who turned the camera over to them. I will send some money down there, that usually works. I’m sure they will come up with something. Mr. Bribery said, “I will be going back to Los Angeles.” As soon as you learn anything let me know, and I will continue checking on the photographer from down there. That person will have to take a little trip somewhere. We will see what develops. No pun intended, for DAMN sure!
David Dow is one of the policemen assigned to the 22nd Precinct the one in charge of the Rhonda Smith hit-and-run investigation. David worked there for close to twenty years, starting to think about retirement. He got a call one afternoon from John Clemons. Hello, David, “John here, It has been a long time how are you doing?” Okay, ‘That’s great.’
“Call me back at home, this evening, same phone number,” John called him back and asked right away, what was all that hush-hush about? David replied the way it’s getting around that Station House I don’t feel safe taking calls there anymore. Too many ears too many new telephone systems, it’s as if nobody trusts anybody anymore, that’s sure a surprise. Don’t you think? John replied yes it looked like the good old days have come and gone we have a lot of new rules.
What are you calling about? I have a slight problem with something that you folks have in inventory at your station. There should be a file there with some pictures in it regarding the hit-and-run accident that took place the other day. All I need for you to do is find out the name of the person who turned those pictures in as evidence to the police. I’m not sure if they were taken in by the individual or an officer picked them up you should be able to find a receipt or something easy enough. You don’t have to remove anything from the evidence room or nothing like that just find out the name of the person and where they live.
The next day after David had been at work for a few hours he headed toward the restrooms but then went downstairs to the inventory cage. He found the door to the cage was open, he knew that was awful unusual. There wasn’t a soul in the area so he quickly stepped into the cage and went over to the desk. There were no papers on it or in the file drawers, just a computer sitting there. He said to himself, “What the hell is this?” I don’t know what to do with this thing. Then the door slammed shut; he looked up to see Officer Bill Smith glaring at him.
Bill, said, “well, well what have we got here?” It looks like I caught a rat in my trap. What are you looking for David? You have no business in the evidence cage it has no connection at all to your job. You received a telephone call yesterday afternoon, but you talked for less than a minute. What was that all about or would you care to say anything?
Oh my God Bill, I’m almost ready to retire can’t you please look the other way one time? No, David, I’m not built that way, I can not look the other way. I have no idea what you’re looking for, and I don’t expect you’re going to tell anyone on this Earth what it is. I sure hope it was worth jeopardizing your retirement pay for it. If you were supposed to get information out of inventory to share with someone, they’re going to have to make up the difference in your check.
I want you to stay right where you’re at; I will open the door to the cage when I have some help taking you upstairs. I don’t want to take a chance on you resisting arrest and making me shoot you, that would be a far too easy way out. You better start having a serious chat with your conscience because your life is not over yet. You could still redeem it by sharing what’s going on, why you were in the cage, who needs the information. You can save your life by confessing that to your arresting officer.
Oh, by the way, two guys are sitting in this jail charged with vehicular homicide with the intent to kill or do severe bodily harm. They ran into a beautiful young stewardess at the intersection not far away. Witnesses testified the car continue to increase speed for almost a half a block so it could be at the intersection as the light changed to WALK and she stepped off the curb. Her beautiful young body flew up into the air and over the top of the big black Cadillac Escalade.
The two monsters sitting in jail who refuse to speak are employees of a big-time white-collar gangster. He needs information so they can kill another witness to get his two hard-working gunslingers out of jail. An attorney from Los Angeles talked to the two killers today, but they refuse to have any conversation with the investigating officers.
David, the devil is tempting me right now to open the cage, have your take your gun out and I will shoot you right between the eyes. That would save a lot of shocks for your family to go through, they won’t have to find out you’re a dirty cop. The record will show you pulled your gun on me for some reason and I had to defend myself. Rhonda Smith who those two dirty, low life bastards killed was my niece. She came out here from Iowa almost three years ago and lived with me and my wife for a year. Rhonda was just like our own daughter. It gets my blood pressure going to the point I feel like I might have a heart attack. I cannot believe anyone can be that evil, do terrible things like that for money. That makes it more vile and disgusting.
If Clemons has his attorney come to town and defend you and get you off the hook through some loophole. I would recommend you leave this town and don’t ever come back. Like I said before, tell the truth today and save your soul.
Two uniformed policemen came down to the evidence room, they handcuffed Officer Dow and escorted him up to the booking desk. One of them read him his Miranda rights, he has the right to remain silent, anything that he says can be used against him in a court of law. He has the right to call an attorney at this time if he wishes. He was under arrest for entering the evidence room which was off-limits to him. They would like him to fill out a statement at this time if he would do that.
They took David into an interrogation room, a table there had paper and pencil on it. They told him to start writing. The first thing he wrote down was. I received a phone call yesterday from an old friend. I guess maybe at one time he was a friend. I considered him that many years ago. He told me he wanted the name of the person who gave the police photographic evidence of the hit-and-run accident that had recently taken place. Then went on to tell me all he wanted was the name, which at that time I didn’t consider to be that serious an offense. Detective Bill Smith quickly brought it to my attention, it was a very serious issue. The person wanting that information could only be wanting it for one reason to keep that Witness from testifying in court.
Bill also told me the young lady that was killed in the hit-and-run homicide was his niece. He said, “She was like a daughter to him and his wife.” That is when I realized how wrong I had been to try doing that stupid thing. The man who called me lives in Napa Valley his name is John Clemons. Throughout the years he has called me for information such as. If one of his employees might be incarcerated here. There were several different times when I told him someone working for him was in jail here for various offenses. Sometimes driving while intoxicated, disorderly conduct or bar fights. The people working for him did not fit the description of Sunday school teacher material. They all had RAP Sheets that were very long.
A few days later John Clemons was trying to relax at his Lake Tahoe retreat, the pressure was starting to build on him. He was getting worried, having trouble keeping score in his head. His number one problem Thomas Yates was still alive at the hospital with a guard outside of this door. His Tennessee twosome Ralph and Randy we’re still in jail at the 22nd Precinct hopefully refusing to speak to anyone but E.T. his attorney.
His phone rang to his surprise it was E.T. Bribery on the line. John said, “I was just thinking of you and wondering how you’re doing out there.” Let me tell you, John, try to give it to you straight, all the s*** you leave scattered around it’s hard for me not to keep stepping in it. You’re inside man at the 22nd Precinct David somebody was caught in the evidence room. Isn’t that just great? They let him make his phone call and he called me.
I don’t know how in the hell he remembered my number and if he was in the interrogation room they sure didn’t leave any personal belongings in his pockets, he must have a great memory. Reading between the line, from the way he talked he’s not giving them any more than small stuff. You called him years ago checking on employees missing from work or whatever. The only time you would call him was to see if someone was in the cooler for disorderly conduct, drunk driving, stuff like that.
The police claimed to have photographs of Randy and Ralph in the car that was used in the hit-and-run death. How do you stand on that issue? Can the State win that without anyone saying where the pictures came from? Depends on what the quality of the pictures is and where the pictures were taken. Yes, they could win it without the photographer even being there but it would be harder to do. If you’re going to go back over there and defend David when he goes to court, sit down with Randy and Ralph and tell them John says, “do the time.”
Give them a number if you like you’ll no doubt be taking care of it anyway in the end. John, I was thinking of something the other day. I just have to ask you now. Did you have any part planning that nightclub fire in Oakland? John replies, “yes.” I rid this world of over 100 faggots. E.T. screams damn it to hell I was afraid of that. The freaking Homeland Security people could consider you a homegrown terrorist you might be going down there Guantanamo Cuba for a while. John, you went this damn crazy over a Punk kid that wouldn’t be blackmailed. You have lost your damn mind. John, I think I’m going to just walk away and say goodbye to you today. Like hell you’re going to walk away you’re going to continue to be my lawyer until I die.
E. T. you think I’m a small-time operator? I got people down there in Los Angeles too, you walk out on me and go back there. All I got to do is make a phone call and you will be dead the same hour you arrive. So you may as well sit tight you’re in it for the ride and if I have my way about the rides going to last many more years.
Take it easy John I was just trying to wake you up to a very important fact. You’re into the Chinese Mafia big time, they gave you millions. They consider you a termite eating their money. They were counting on you for a huge pharmaceutical merger that didn’t take place. If you can’t make something happen and get control of Noah Pharmaceuticals you know damn well they’re going to be coming after you. I doubt if they will just kill you they will haul you back home and use you as slave labor somewhere. John, I don’t think you’re cut out for that kind of life. You shut the hell up E.T., Nobody, not nobody scares John Clemons!
Detective Shaw called Randy back into the interrogation room he never said a peep. The punk kept shaking his head no and pointing at his closed mouth. Detective Shaw already knew he had no intention of talking. Have a chair Randy I have something to show you. As he proceeded to take pictures out of an envelope, a very large manila envelope. They were pictures taken at the fire during the fire and after the fire at Butch’s place in Oakland.
Detective Shaw spread them all over the table in front of Randy. He said hey Randy “look at this one” there’s a couple of people hugging each other to keep the fire from killing them they died in each other’s arms. I bet you would love to die in your Lover’s arms, wouldn’t you? Not like that though, looks like an awful way to die.
Hey, take a look at this one there’s a whole pile of bodies turned to charcoal, it must be by the back door it should have been unlocked but they kept piling on top of each other trying to get out each one pushing and shoving different directions until no one made it out and they all burn to death right there on the spot, in a huge pile.
This is quite a picture right here there’s a whole pile of people who crawled underneath the main stage but that didn’t do it any good the floor burn right up above them you can’t tell what it is people ashes and what is ashes from the burned stage.
Randy, did you ever go to any dances out there at Butch’s place? Ever been out there to visit for any other reason? The owner said, “two guys had been in there a few days before the fire.” To check out his heating and air conditioning to see how it was working. He never called them, they said, “it was part of his annual lease agreement. You ever hear of such a thing? For them to come and check to make sure his heating and cooling were working for free. You never worked for a heating and cooling company did you, Randy?. I was wondering if you had any knowledge in that area. Butch told that to a friend, he died in the fire the friends were very fortunate. They were enjoying the party when this fellas girlfriend got a call to come and work for her roommate who was sick. They were both stewardesses and the one that was sick was supposed to go on a flight to Tokyo that night.
That phone call saved their lives. But then the next day the roommate the one that was sick, who saved their lives was run down and killed by two bad guys in a black Cadillac Escalade. They killed her dead as a door-nail her beautiful young body flew straight up in the air it landed back on the street behind the vehicle with a big splat!
Here’s a picture that was taken outside of the nightclub the night of the fire. Take a peek, there must be at least 80 or 90 bodies all lined up, they already had some in a refrigerated truck. How could How could anybody tell who they were the identifications all burned with the bodies all they had was a bunch of charcoal black people meat. I don’t suppose they ever will identify them so they can be buried properly. I wouldn’t doubt but they will all go in one hole someplace what do you think? Oh, that’s right you’re not talking to anyone.
CHAPTER: 22: Jasper Brother Cracks
Randy finally started “squalling and bawling.” THAT’S ENOUGH! I hope that lousy bastard John Clemons rots in hell he is worse than Hitler. I can’t take anymore, we are both guilty as hell and I hope somebody gives me the death penalty I’ve been sitting in that cell going nuts. I just can’t take it anymore.
Detective Shaw called Ralph back into the interrogation room. He sat at the same table as Randy. All of the same pictures were still scattered on the table top. Ralph I’d like you to take a look at these two, your brother Randy looked at them and I didn’t make him feel very good. I thought he was going to throw up at one time, especially when he saw this one picture. All these people burned to death at the back door. Clawing away until their fingers were burned off. That whole pile of burned bodies by the back door trying to claw their way out.
The fire burned white hot it even melted all the metal musical instruments. The Fire Marshall knows it was incendiary devices scattered in different places throughout the building. Some type of a phosphorus incendiary device as it burns it sticks to human flesh and it makes it just fall right off, extremely painful. Homeland Security traced the chemical to some pharmaceutical company in Hong Kong. It is no coincidence your old buddy John Clemons is part owners in a pharmaceutical company over in Hong Kong. He brought those chemicals to the United States it won’t take very long and they will trace them to Clemons. We know you and your brother acted as heating and air conditioning workers. You boys placed those devices throughout Butch’s nightclub.
It will only be a matter of time before they have proof that you guys brought in the incendiary devices. You will both get the death penalty unless you decide to do the right thing and confess your guilt and tell us about John Clemons Involvement in it and also the hit and run death of Rhonda Smith. They might go easy on you if you start talking, your brother already confessed.
John Clemons finally got the call he never wanted to receive from his lawyer. E.T. here, John asks, “how bad is it?” I heard we’ve got someone singing his head off downtown. It sounds like Randy lost his marbles, went nuts looking at the pictures of all the burned bodies he’s spilling his guts about everything he ever knew about you. This looks like the day John, might as well get on the plane and start heading out. I don’t know where you’re going to go and I don’t think I want to ask.
You’ll get by no matter where you end up. It has been a wild ride being your lawyer a genuine education not covered in the books. I must say I learned a lot of things from you I could never have learned in law school. I have no idea how many days the feds are going to wait but I imagine they’re going to be coming at you from all directions very soon. I don’t know what your best bet is right now. Just fly away for a while, see what happens.
CHAPTER: 23 Plane Crash
The next day all of the news in the Bay Area was about the crash of a Learjet owned by John Clemons. He was part owner of T-Max Pharmaceuticals. It crashed in the Sierra Nevada mountains with no survivors. The FAA was sending up a search team to go through the wreckage. The plane came down in rugged terrain near Lake Tahoe, it was taking them a long time to get to the crash site.
The FAA had only been at the crash location for a few hours before they announced the plane came down due to an explosive device. There was no way they could have landed and survived. An explosive charge of some type detonated in the tail section blowing the plane into two pieces. The only bodies found in the wreckage were that of the pilot and copilot and John Clemons.
Alex called Richard, “have you heard the news yet” the threat to our lives has been neutralized if the reports are correct. Dick replied, “yes I heard that on the news this morning, they say Clemons body was in the wreckage. One newspaper headline in Hong Kong this morning was not very flattering to Old Uncle John. The newspaper story characterized him as a dreamer and a schemer. A white collar criminal who had huge tastes for luxury but no money. He had no problem harming people or making them disappear. He was trusted by very few people.
Dick, remember what I said about John being mixed up with the Asian Mafia? I’m not a Gambling Man but I would bet the bomb that was put in that Learjet came over from Hong Kong in a shipment of fireworks.
We will have to pay extra close attention, be watchful of the people who are going to be next in line trying to force a merger on us. You and I both understand a certain element hopes to shape the law to fit their needs.
CHAPTER: 24 Wedding Bells
Dear Mom and Dad,
I thought I would send you a quick letter here this morning you no doubt heard the news about a white collar gangster dying in his plane crash up in the mountains of California. He is the guy who has been trying to kill me and Bobbie and everybody else who stood up to him. Now that he is gone the threat should be over. Bobbie and I have decided to come home and get married at the old church out in the country.
Mom, we would just love and appreciate it if you would make most of the arrangements for the wedding. I understand this is very short notice and I apologize for that but we are sure that you could do this better than us. We trust it will work out just great. Do not worry about the cost of a reception. My new employer offered help there, he will give you a call. Don’t be afraid to get on the phone and talk to Bobbie. You two put your ideas together it should be fun for you both. She may want some different things than you do. We will leave it mainly up to you if you are willing to help us do it. We will probably fly home next week and spend close to a week there on the farm with you. Then my job is going to be waiting for me. I will be working for Noah Pharmaceuticals full-time my new boss Alex Noah Gaiakoski promised to keep me very busy as soon as we get home.
After the wedding, I hope the five of us can go up to the lake and spend a day or two together. We have many fond memories of camping at the lake. Talk it over and see what you think, we could stay at the lodge. You two can pull the old boat to the lake behind the new pickup, fry fish at the lakeshore like we did when I was a kid. Dad, ‘I will never say anything to Mom about closets or living under the same roof.’ “Mom knows best.”
Love, Dick/Bobbie, and Stan