The Wrong Man

Before Scott could say anything, Hope set her beer down hard on the table.

“I think it’s worse than we imagined,” she said, breaking her silence.

“Worse? How the hell could anything be worse?” Sally asked.

Hope had a sudden image in her mind: the gri

“He’s a very sick, twisted guy. Likes to torture and kill small animals.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw.”

“Jesus H. Christ!” Scott exclaimed sharply.

“A sadist?” Sally asked.

“Maybe in part. Sure seems that way. But that’s just a part of who he is. One other thing.” Hope’s voice was rigid, hard, granitelike. “He’s got a gun.”

“Did you see it, as well?” Scott demanded.

“Yes. I got into his apartment while he was out.”

“How did you manage that?”

“What difference does it make? I did. I made friends with a neighbor. The neighbor happened to have a key. And what I saw inside only persuaded me that things will get worse. Not better. He’s a really bad guy. How bad? I don’t know. Bad enough to kill Ashley? I didn’t see anything that might suggest that he wouldn’t. He’s got encrypted computer files all about her. One called Ashley Love and one called Ashley Hate. That right there probably tells you all you need to know. But it’s worse. He’s got some about us, too. I couldn’t tell what was in them. But obsession probably doesn’t begin to describe what we’re up against. So, you tell me. He’s sick. He’s determined. He’s obsessed. What does that add up to? Can we hide from that? Can anyone?”

“What are you saying, Hope?” Sally asked.

“I’m saying that nothing I saw suggested any outcome other than some inevitable tragedy. And you know what that means.” Hope had difficulty shaking the images from O’Co

Sally turned to Scott. “What about your trip? Did you learn anything?”

“A lot. But nothing that would contradict anything Hope just said. I saw where he grew up. And I actually spoke with his father. A meaner, nastier, more depraved son of a bitch would be hard to find.”

They all considered this statement. There was a lot to say, but all three of them knew that it wouldn’t amount to anything they didn’t already know.

Sally broke the silence. “We have to…”

The more that was said, the colder she felt inside. She felt that if her heart were monitored, it would flatline. “Is he a killer?” she asked abruptly. “Are we sure?”

“What’s a killer? I mean, how can we tell? For certain,” Scott said. “Everything I learned told me the answer to your question is yes. But until he does something overt…”

“He might have killed Murphy.”

“He might have killed Jimmy Hoffa and JFK, too, for all we know,” Scott replied fiercely. “We need to focus on what we actually know for certain.”

“Yes, well, certainty is not something we have in absolute abundance,” Sally replied. “In fact, it’s about the absolute least thing we have. We don’t know anything, except that he’s evil, and he’s out there somewhere. And that he might or might not hurt Ashley. He might or might not pursue her forever. He might or might not do just about any damn thing.”

Again, they were all silent. Hope thought they were somehow trapped in a maze, and that no matter what path they took, there was no exit.

Sally finally spoke in a whisper, “Someone has to die.”

The word froze the room.

Scott spoke first, his voice raspy, as if sore. He looked at Sally. “The plan was to find a crime and assign it to O’Co

“The only way to do that with any certainty-God damn it, I hate using that word-is to either create something complex, which we might not have the time to invent, or have Ashley lie. I mean, we could beat her up and then have her claim it was O’Co

“All right, but what-”

“We always have the old fallback alternative of going to the authorities and getting a restraining order. Does anyone think for one instant that that piece of paper will protect her?”

“No.”

“Based on what we now know about O’Co

“No, God damn it,” Scott muttered.

Sally looked over at Scott. “The man you met…the father…”

“A bastard. First-degree evil.”

Sally nodded. “And his relationship with his son?”

“He hates his child. His child hates him. They haven’t seen each other in years.”

“What do you know about that hatred?”

“He was abusive, both towards O’Co

Sally inhaled sharply, trying to impress reason upon the words she was speaking when she knew they had a particular kind of insanity. “Would you say,” she spoke cautiously, “would you say that this man was in some regards the reason, psychologically speaking, of course, that Michael O’Co

Scott nodded. “Of course. I mean, even the most simple armchair Freud amongst us knows that.”

“Violence breeds violence,” Sally said.

“Yes.”

“The reason Ashley is threatened is because this man years ago created in his own child an unhealthy, probably murderous and obsessive need to be loved, to possess someone else, I don’t know, to ruin or be ruined, however you want to put it.”

“That was my impression.” Scott’s own voice was gathering some momentum. “And there’s something else. The mother-who wasn’t any bouquet of flowers, either-died under questionable circumstances. He might have killed her. He just couldn’t be charged.”

“So, in addition to maybe creating a killer, maybe he is one, as well?” Sally asked.

“Yes. I guess you could say that.”

“If you step back, for just a second here,” Sally continued, weighting her language with desperation, “would you not agree that whatever danger Michael O’Co

“Yes.”

“So,” she said abruptly. “It’s simple then.”

“What’s simple?” Hope said.

Sally smiled, but there was absolutely no humor in anything she said. “Instead of killing Michael O’Co

Silence again filled the room.

“It makes sense,” Sally said quickly. “The son hates the father. The father hates the son. So, if they were brought together, death is not an unlikely result, right?”

Scott nodded slowly.

“Aren’t the two of them, in a pretty clear way, the basis for the threat to Ashley?”

This time Sally turned to Hope, who also nodded.

“Can we be killers?” Sally asked. “Could we murder someone-even for the best of reasons-and then wake up the next day and start life up again just as if nothing of any great importance had taken place?”

Hope looked over at Scott. No easy answer from him right then, she thought.

Sally was harsh with every word. “Murder, you see, inevitably changes everything. But the point of killing is to restore Ashley’s life to its pre-Michael O’Co