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Timothy - 58. Chapter 58
Dad met us as we drove into the driveway, “Your Mom’s asleep.”
“Maybe that’s good. I have some documents to show you that I think will help you to convince Mom to get help at Ann Marie’s hospital.”
“Tim, your mother isn’t asleep. Casually look up at the bedroom window that has a light on.”
“Dad, if Mom isn’t asleep, we need to show her these printouts. I think her good doctor was one of the guys who raped Ann Marie. If he finds out that Mom knows, then Mom is in danger. She needs to come up north.”
“How do you know it was him? I don’t think Ann Marie identified any of them.”
“That’s because Mom wouldn’t let her. Now with Ann Marie getting help, it will only be a matter of time.”
While Tim and Dad were talking, Bruce Stevens was on the phone. “Benny, you’re overreacting.”
“I’m telling you, Bruce, someone is digging in our past. I’m afraid they will find out it was you, Tommy, and I who raped that girl.”
“Benny, you are overreacting. Her mother is a patient of mine.”
“Angie told me that two guys were going through the files and one of them had the last name of Walkins. She said they were looking for newspapers from our high school days. I didn’t think anything of it until she said someone remotely was printing off copies of the sports pages from the library files.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“Bruce, the copy they took the first time was the article about the rape, and now they are looking at the sports page. She must have told them, and now they are building a case. If it even doesn’t get to court, we will lose everything.”
“Isn’t she in the hospital? Her mother said her daughter was in a hospital, and they won’t let her see the daughter.”
“If she tells, we will lose everything.”
“Don’t worry, and I’ll handle it.” Bruce called the local hospital, “Hello, this is Doctor Stevens. I am checking on a patient, Ann Marie Walkins.”
“I’m sorry, Dr. Stevens, we don’t have a patient with the name of Ann Marie Walkins.”
“Can you check for any patient with the first name Ann Marie?”
After waiting approximately 15 minutes, “Doctor, in the last two years, we have had seven patients with the first name of Ann.”
I’m not getting anywhere with this, and I need to talk to Mrs. Walkins. I went back to my office and pulled Mrs. Walkins’s chart, and I noticed someone had canceled her next appointment. I decided to call her and reschedule an appointment for tomorrow. I phoned the number on her chart, and a man answered, “Hello, this is Doctor Stevens. May I speak to Mrs. Walkins.”
“I’m sorry, but she isn’t here, May I take a message?”
“May I ask who I’m speaking with?”
“This is her son, Timothy. I’m sorry to inform you, Doctor Stevens, but my mother has temporarily moved and is no longer a resident of this state.”
“I need to get in touch with her, in concerns her daughter.”
“I’m sorry, but her daughter Eva is married to a Doctor at the hospital. I’m sure you can reach him there.” I was aware now more than ever Mom needed to leave.
Dad went and helped Mom pack. I don’t know what he told her, but she was willing to go. I put her luggage in the trunk of the car when Randy drove up. I told Mom to go with Randy, and we will pick her up as soon as I talk with Eva. Dad went to call Eva; Randy was driving away when a police car pulled into the driveway.
“Is this the home of Marie Walkins?”
“Yes, how may I help you?”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Mrs. Walkins’s lawyer. Now, if you would be so kind as to tell me why you want to see my client.”
“We have an arrest ordered authorized by her doctor. According to the doctor, she has illusions that might lead her to hurt herself or her family. We are to take her to a psychiatric clinic for treatment.”
“May I see the warrant?”
He handed me the warrant, “Doesn’t this require the signature of the doctor? There is a time stamp missing also. Officer, what is your name?”
“My name is Bernard Shouder, and my friends call me Benny.”
“That name is familiar. You played basketball in high school. There were two others, and you all were known as the hoop boys.” I noticed he became a little uneasy. “I guess you three were very popular. What happened to the other guy? One is a doctor, one is a policeman, and the third, I believe his name was Thomas. What is he doing now?”
“He’s a teacher at our old high school.”
“According to the newspaper, you three were inseparable. I guess you are all pretty close friends. Well, Benny, it's okay for me to call you Benny, right?” He nodded his head up and down. “I’m sorry, but Mrs, Walkins isn’t here, and I’ll tell her to call you when she returns. But if you have any questions, here is my card.”
“Not that I don’t trust you but is it okay if I look around.”
“Sure, go ahead. You don’t mind if I accompany you, do you?”
I introduced Benny to Dad and Stephen. I watched his face when I introduced Stephen as my husband, He went to shake hands, and when I said husband, that hand was pulled back at a speed of Mach 1. I laughed thinking it’s okay to rape but not touch a gay man.
I had Stephen accompany me as I showed Benny the house. Leaving, I offered my hand, and he was hesitant but took it; I squeezed hard, there would be no question that wasn’t a weak handshake in his mind.
Watching him drive away, I told Dad goodbye and headed to the farm to pick up Mom and head home. I still had the warrant, and Benny couldn’t leave fast enough.
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