Chapter 4

I called a meeting at the farm with dad, Betty, and uncle Sal, where I told them the whole story and played the relevant portions of the recordings. Sal immediately said, “We have to tell the cops, they are plotting a murder.”

“I know that,” I replied, “but I want revenge, I want my pound of flesh.” That’s when I realized that I was a vengeful SOB. I though about that for a while and realized that I was ok with it.

“We understand that baby,” said Betty, “but we have to call the cops.”

“I know someone,” Sal said, “he’s a detective on the local force, and from time to time we help each other out. To prevent the murder of the daughter of a prominent citizen would be a real feather in his cap.”

Sal made a few calls and set up a meeting. After viewing the recordings, the cops decided to set up a sting. The hit man was going to be a detective who would record Dr. Prick making the deal to have his wife killed. They would wait to make the arrest until I got my revenge; as long as I promised not to kill anyone (both detectives involved had divorced cheating wives). I could see uncle Sal’s fingerprints all over that deal, God bless him.

A week later, the day before the two adulterers had their regular mid-week romp in my bed; the cops had the evidence they needed. Now, as per our deal, it was my turn. I had watched the house for several weeks to find out how the get togethers happened. They had quite a neat little system going, Dr. Prick would park in a camping area in the state forest about 200 yards behind my house. Then he would, un-noticed by anyone, hop over our chain link fence, and sneak in the back door.