Chasing A Spider- Forgiveness And Filth 62

   I visited my brother’s murder site and made peace with his memory. “I’m sorry it ended like this, Gil, but I suppose it was as fitting a way as any considering your troubled life.” I said aloud. “I won’t sully your memory any further by putting it into print because it’s been defiled enough. I wish I could say that you never committed horrible acts because I’m not sure about that, but since I don’t know I’ll assume your selfish intentions never included murder.” “Goodbye, brother, may you finally rest in peace.”

   I stomped my way back to my car and headed back to my motel where I planned to take a nap and then make plans to head back home and face the consequences of my actions long ago. It won’t change a damn thing, but I really didn’t want to go on feeling this way any longer. Time had finally beaten me down, just as Ruth Pelder said it would. The thought of not doing it now wasn’t an option.

   I got back to my room and crashed on the bed. I was beginning to drift off when the phone rang. I answered it and it was Clay Barnes, who sounded mighty proud of himself. “Hassey, did that F.B.I. guy tell you what I found out about Brookings and his high powered friends here?” “Yeah, Clay, do you have anything else?” “Actually, I do. It seems that long ago in a field, Detective Hamilton and a boy named Jake Molton had a little fun with a trailer girl named Lila Cassidy, who bore a son roughly nine months later.” “Okay, Barnes, where is this going?” I asked. “Well, she named the boy Seth and they lived in a trailer outside of Clifford for a couple years and then they disappeared.” “And they’ve never been seen again?” I asked. “You got it, but it was the timing of their disappearance that’s curious.” Barnes said. “Why is that?” “They went missing a week before Hamilton’s wedding.” Barnes said with pride.

   I could have cared less.