Chapter 47

Homer began with the statement, "A good drug dealer is like a priest. In that he keeps everyone's secrets. The only think different is we will not be a martyr for anyone."

"So?' a very nervous looking Simpson asked.

"So when I got invited to stop by a sex party, I knew that I would be seeing things I didn't necessarily want to know about. I went to the Allen house. The old man who organized the party let me in, and I began moving product. The people there were so stupid, I had to show some of them how to smoke the shit, They had been smoking pot, so meth was the next step.

While I was there, they stated the Porno Flick. It was a pretty detailed one but no worse than you can find on the net any day.of the week. What was different was his seven year old daughter was sitting there watching it.with the others. Everybody but me was naked. Believe me there are some people who shouldn't take their clothes off in public.

They were all talking to the little girl asking her what she though of the movie ... As they got higher they, began to get touchy, feely wtih each other and the kid. The little girl objected and that just pissed some of them off more. Meth does that sometimes. People just fly into a rage for no reason.

This one guy wanted her to give him a blow job. She didn't even know what he was talking about. Her dad was so high he was off with some chick. Hell I think it was his sister in law. The little girl was on her own with the porn movie running in the background and everybody naked. It was only a matter of time before someone had her gagging on cock.

She must have been on her third, when the guy lost it and slapped her. She scream and he choked her to shut her up. She wouldn't stop struggling until she was dead."

"Okay Homer the big question is who did it, and who else was there," Simpson asked. "Why I thought Dan gave you everything. The real estate guy, that'd who. Without me, or somebody else talking you would never have broke it." Homer said.

Simpson put a notebook in front of him. 'Write it all down and give me a list of everyone who was at that party. And I mean every one, if you leave just one out, you lose you deal."

Simpson motioned me out of the room. He met me in the hall. "Now we have something to go at the sister with," Simpson said. "Call her, see if she will come down. If she won't, we will pick her up for questioning. We can change her with impeding any investigation if nothing else."

"She'll come in if we don't tell her anything. She wants to appear helpful." I replied.

"We'll see," He said.

"Yes we will," I replied. I should have made a bet. I made the appointment it for the next day at noon. All we had to do with keep it quiet till then and let her stew.

I drove the Toyota the three blocks to the motel. Living downtown had it's advantages. When I arrived at the motel, I went right to the computer to check on things. I had lots of email that didn't amount to anything.

While My dinner microwaved, I began to think about Homer Evans. Something didn't feel just right. He gave up someone who was already in the jackpot. It was too convenient. Still bad men tend to stay bad men. Maybe he had been protecting himself from this coming out when he sent the team after me. Or maybe he enjoyed playing god, I thought. I hated to admit it even to myself, but I didn't trust Simpson. They might be planning my newfound status to give credence to a half assed investigation. I wasn't signing anything involved with this investigation, I decided. We had closure of a sort for the public. They were demanding it.

Simpson was going to take statements from everyone who was at the party. And he was going to have me sign off that the right thing was done, He wasn't going to ask the tough questions. They were all going to blame Dan Edwards. He was probably going along since he felt he had nothing to lose. Someone should explain to him about child molesters in prison.

So if it was a conspiracy how far did it go, I wondered. Was the ADA involved? Possibly she wanted a deal for sure, but that was normal crap. Simpson would have to be in on it at some level. If it was nothing more than doing a sloppy job to keep his job. I hoped that it was just poor police work, not a dirty department. But Simpson was told to stop checking the parties that had sprung up in the wake of the double homicide.

I gave up on the 'What if' scenarios and just went to the lounge to check for trouble. I carried a Tazer along just in case. Nothing happened so I was back in my room by 9PM. exhaustion put me to bed in the early part of the evening.

I was awake and out the door for my walk by 7AM. I walked a little faster that morning. Every morning showed some improvement. The particular morning I realized that I wasn't Dependant on the cane any more. It helped me get up and down, but I didn't use it during the walk and since I wasn't stopping at the cafe any more, I didn't need it ... I hadn't stopped there since I decided to fast during the morning and over lunch. My fast, more or less, lasted until 5PM, when I cooked my frozen dinner.

I used the cane to get into the shower and again to get out. I was more worried about falling than anything. While I was dressing after the shower, I realized that I was of no practical use to Simpson except as a witness. Probably an unimpeachable one, at least according to him. So that was my position in this investigation. I was the cover. I used them myself all the time, I knew how the chump game was played.