A Killer in the Fog

| April 07, 2005

I stared at him in horror because it was obvious that he believed what he was telling me.
He continued. “It all started when I was in college. I killed my best friend. We were wrestling around and things got out of hand. Before I knew what was happening I had pushed him out of a 12-story window. I was scared at first, but I told everyone he had jumped and they believed me. I really should have been an actor because I can make anyone believe anything.

“It got easier to kill after that. I just made up the stories before I actually did the deed and every single time everyone believed me. They’ll believe me about you too. I’ll just say that we were on our way back to my car and you heard your dog bark and went to find him. I’ll tell them I tried to follow you but I couldn’t see anything. You know they’ll believe that. I heard you scream but by the time I got to you the killer had already been there. Sounds pretty good to me. What do you think?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said.

“Oh, but you are.”

He got out of the car and opened the rear door. He reached into the back seat and I moved away from him. He cursed and grabbed my arm and pulled. I was half way out of the car when I felt his hold loosen. I scrambled out of the way and I saw Officer Mark holding a gun to Trevor’s head. I watched as another officer put handcuffs on him.

“What’s going on?” I asked with evident relief.

“We’ve been suspicious of Trevor for a long time. It seems he was always around when a murder happened. This provided the opportune moment to catch him. We’ve had the car bugged for several months but he never had a victim in the car long enough for us to get the information we needed.”

The other officer took Trevor away and Mark brought Tarzan to me. He escorted me to my truck through the thick fog. I opened the truck door and Tarzan and I climbed inside. After an uneasy night of fitful sleep I awoke to a beautiful day filled with sunshine. I opened the truck door and a note was stuck there. I opened it and read. “If you are going to be in town for a while I’d like to treat you to dinner. Mark.”

I grinned. I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number. When I finally got through to Mark I said, “Thanks for the invitation but I’m not going to be in town. I’m leaving right now.”

“Maybe next time you’re in town then.”

“Thanks Mark, but I can guarantee you I’m never coming back to this town. If you ever get by my home though, I’d be happy to have dinner with you.”

I started my truck and made my delivery and I left that foggy town and I’ve never looked back. I wonder about Mark sometimes though. He was awfully good looking.

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