- The Voice - Part 3
The Voice speaks and demands complete obedience. You better pray it doesn't speak to you!
My Apologies, Please
I apologize for the lull between Part 3 and Part 4. It's been a couple of weeks since we've checked in with Margie and Peter. It seems there is always something happening to slow me down. Anyway, a quick refresher - Peter has passed the polygraph test with flying colors leaving a bewildered Detective Richards wringing his hands.
The next step to find Peter's assailant was to visit Dr. Welch to examine Peter through time regression hypnosis. Let's pick the story up at the close of part 3.
From Part 3
“In essence, they didn’t exist before, so when we reach that point there’s no place to go, and nothing to remember because they were non-existent at that point. What I’m saying is Peter has reached the beginning point of his life. Technically he didn’t exist before Medford Alley.”
Margie barged in, “That’s impossible! He’s definitely been alive for the past 15 years. Maybe what he experienced was so traumatic he just doesn’t want to face it.”
“If that were the case, Mrs. McClanahan, he would show signs of fear and anxiety. Let me try one more thing.”
Doctor Welch turned back to Peter. “Peter, tell me about May 11. It’s 10:00 a.m., May 11. What are you doing?”
“I’m sitting in Spanish class trying to conjugate the verb run.”
“Okay Peter. It’s Christmas day – 1:00 p.m. What are you doing?”
“I’m playing with my new video game.”
Doctor Welch took some time to try to understand. “Well, this is the only conclusion I can come to. Peter existed before May 12 at 7:30 and after May 13 at 1:00 a.m. Now, there must be an explanation, but to be honest, I don’t what it is right now. I’ll get back to you all. The group was dismissed.
Peter changed position again. Often looked upon as the perpetrator of selling bad drugs at the high school, he was now about to have his day as a survivor of a brutal murder attempt. Detective Fisher had just scheduled an interview with Peter at the station. In the meantime, both Margie and Fisher were going over their notes once more.
Peter had been through the routine so many times he failed to show an interest in what was taking place; another interview with the same questions and the same findings. Attorney Goldstein had to remind him that his very life was at stake.
“Hello folks, Come on down to the interrogation room.” Detective Fisher continued to speak as he led Peter, Margie, and Larry down the hall.
“First of all I want to, and need to apologize for the slow start we got off to in this case. As I mentioned earlier, there really isn’t much evidence to go on. I need to talk to Peter first-hand. Maybe something he says will spark my thinking, or maybe even better yet, maybe his own memory. Wait here. You can see through the glass. Peter, you come with me.”
Detective Fisher and Peter disappeared around the corner and resurfaced in the interrogation room through a side door. The detective pulled out a chair and Peter sat down.
“Want something to drink, kid? Soda, tea, a beer? No, only kidding. No beer. You’ll have to wait for that one.”
Peter Is Questioned
“I’ll have a Dr. Pepper.”
After going over the remembered details of the evening of May 12, Lance Fisher’s final question came down to this.
“Peter, why were you at Medford Alley? I’m not asking what happened at Medford Alley. I’m asking, why were you there? Medford Alley is in the opposite direction of your house. You said you left Steve Watson’s house and headed home to avoid the rain. That’s all well and good, but then you turn and go 20 minutes in the opposite direction. That doesn’t make sense.”
“I don’t remember. I don’t remember, detective. I wish I did, but I don’t.”
“Peter, I can only help you if you are truthful with me. I think you do remember.”
“I don’t remember!” The session closed.
Next on Detective Fisher’s interview list was Steve Watson. Steve was coming down the hall as Peter was leaving. Their eyes met briefly as they passed. Peter’s heart was pounding.
Detective Fisher led Steve to the room for questioning while his family listened and watched from the side through the glass.
Not feeling very creative, Detective Fisher began, ““Want something to drink, kid? Soda, tea, a beer? No, only kidding. No beer. You’ll have to wait for that one.”
After getting Steve a Coke, the detective began in earnest. “Steve, Peter’s in a lot of trouble. Someone has tried to kill him, and to be honest, we don’t know if they may try again. You need to tell me everything you know, even if it doesn’t seem important. Peter needs you to help him – okay? Tell me what you remember about the evening of May 12 between the hours of 5:00 and 7:30.”
Steve’s account matched Peter’s perfectly. Peter apparently had been telling the truth, but the question of Medford Alley still remained.
“Steve . . . “, Detective Fisher took the time to measure his words. Maybe it was for effect. Maybe it was to play on the drama. Maybe he really didn’t know what to say. “Peter says he left your house about 7:30 because it was raining. He wanted to beat the rain if he could.”
“Yes, he left about 7:30. It just began to drizzle.”
Fisher decided to play a hunch. “Peter says you were with him when he left; that the two of you headed over to Medford Alley.”
Shocked by the disclosure, Steve struggled to sit still. “So my question is Steve, what were the two of you doing over at Medford Alley – 20 minutes in the opposite direction of Peter’s home? And Steve, it better match Peter’s story or it might look like someone went to Medford Alley to deal drugs. Now what about it?” Fisher pushed himself from his chair and leaned into Steve’s face waiting for the answer.
Steve began to twirl the straw in his empty Coke can as he searched for words. “Okay . . . um . . . okay.” Steve continued to play with his straw.
“Okay . . . you see Detective, Pete and I are the nerds of the school. We have no social life. We hang out together because there is no one else to hang out with. Our parents watch over us like hawks. If they knew what was going on they’d have a fit and wouldn’t allow it anyway.”
“So far, so good Steve. Things are lining up. Keep going.”
“So these girls called and asked if we wanted to meet them at Medford Alley later that night. We made plans to meet them for a while. Pete was covered. He was at my house. I was covered – until now – I was walking Pete home.”
“So what happened when you got to Medford Alley?”
The Truth Comes Out
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No one was around. The alley was completely empty except for the trash all over the road. They just throw stuff out the windows, and where it lands is where it lands. We waited a few minutes, but nobody showed.”
“Then what? Did you walk Peter home? Did he go back to your house?”
“The rain really began to pour. I ran back home by taking Jackson Street over to Worthington. I assumed Peter headed for his house. At any rate, Peter was okay when we parted. It wasn’t until I got to school the next morning that I knew anything had happened to Pete.”
“Okay, you did good Steve. You can go now, but I’m going to have to have the names of the girls. Any problem with that?”
“No, I guess not. Kaylee Lynch and Carly Smith.”
“Thanks Steve, for your cooperation. You’re free to go.”
Kaylee and Carly were contacted and brought in for questioning. Officer Marx took Carly to a side room for questioning while Detective Fisher prepared to play hardball with Kaylee..
“Kaylee Lynch – do you know why you’re here?”
“I haven’t a clue. Like I was just hangin’ out wit’ my friends, and the ol’ lady comes by and grabs me and brings me down here. Like I have no idea what this is about.”
“Do you consider yourself popular at Lafayette High, Kaylee?”
“Well, it’s kinda like this, Dude.”
Detective Fisher pounded the table with his full force. Kaylee jumped.
“My name is not Dude? It’s Detective Fisher to you; furthermore you’re here to be investigated for attempted murder. So tell me everything you know about meeting Peter McClanahan and Steve Watson at Medford Alley back on May 12 – now!”
“There ain’t not’in’ to tell. All my weekends run together, but this much I know, nobody in their right mind would hang out wit’ Peter or Steve, an’ lemme tell ya this, I’m in my right mind.”
“I doubt that. Kaylee, is that a new perfume or is that the unmistakable odor of pot I smell? I could arrest you right now on drug charges, but if you just tell me what I need to know about that night, you just might live to see another day at Lafayette High. Now how about it?”
“There ain’t not’in’ to tell.”
Kaylee Comes to the Forefront
Detective Fisher picked up a nearby intercom. “Sally, order a drug test for this woman – and if she tests positive get her down to county jail.” Fisher stood up and headed for the door.
Kaylee interrupted, “Okay, wait – I’ll tell ya!” Detective Fisher was already through the door and heading back to talk with Kaylee’s parents.
“Mr. and Mrs. Lynch, how old is Kaylee?”
Mrs. Lynch answered, “She’s eighteen.”
“I appreciate you voluntarily bringing her in, but I don’t think she gets the seriousness of what we’re looking at here. No doubt you remember the attempted murder of Peter McClanahan a few months back. Are you aware that as far as we have investigated to date your daughter and Carly Smith were the last two people to see Peter before the attack. That in itself places your daughter near the crime scene.
“It’s imperative that she opens up to us. It’s important to Peter that we get his would-be killer off the streets. It’s important for Kaylee, especially if she’s innocent of any wrongdoing, that she clears her name. It’s important to you because depending on how things go, you could be seen as accessories.
“This isn’t a game we’re playing. This is serious – and you said Kaylee is eighteen. She will be tried as an adult if she doesn’t cooperate. Right now she reeks of weed. She’ll be tested, but I can tell you what they’re going to find. At that point she’ll be spending the evening behind bars at the county lockup.”
Mr. Lynch cut in. “Detective, I can tell you what happened. The girls . . .“
“Mr. Lynch, please don’t say anything unless you are willing to testify the same in court. You’re not under any obligation to offer any information at this point, but if you do it will be entered into the record.”
“No, that’s okay Detective. I understand. I suppose we have indulged Kaylee a bit. You see, Kaylee is our adopted daughter. We wanted her to have everything we could give her since she didn’t have biological parents who cared for her. She needs help. We need help. Is that possible at this point?”
“Maybe. Go on.”
“Kaylee has an inflated view of herself. She sees herself as being at the top of the food chain, and everyone else exists for her pleasure. Everyone else is beneath her – or so she thinks. It was a scheme that she and Carly cooked up to humiliate the boys, but that’s all it was. It certainly wasn’t attempted murder.”
Fisher added, “Please continue. I’m listening.”
Earlier that evening Kaylee saw Peter walking over to Steve’s house. They engaged in some small talk, and later Kaylee called Steve to meet them at Medford Alley. They never had any intention of hooking up with the boys, but they seemed to enjoy watching the boys show up and then seeing their reaction when it sunk in that it was all a joke. I know that’s plenty cruel, but it’s not murder.”
“And just how do you know this, Mr. Lynch?”
“Shortly after the girls left for Medford Alley it began to rain. Kaylee called me on her cell phone to come take them home. The prank wasn’t worth getting wet for, and besides the excitement was short lived. The boys didn’t seem to care one way or another that they had been the butt of a cruel joke. Anyway, by the time I got to Medford Alley, I had already passed Peter about two blocks back, and Steve was nowhere in sight.”
“Okay, thank you for your input. We’ll be in touch. At this point, you are to have no contact with Kaylee or Carly until they have given their statements. Kaylee will be spending the night in jail. Like I said, it’s just an overnight thing, but I hope it gives Kaylee a different perspective. I hope her story will match yours when it’s all said and done.”
The following morning Detective Fisher stopped by the jail to talk to Kaylee. She was much more receptive, and talkative. To Fisher’s delight, Kaylee’s story matched her father’s explanation. It was also confirmed when Carly Smith gave the same account. Not that anyone was eliminated as a suspect yet, but it was better than having to sort through different tales looking for similarities and discrepancies.
The next question was, “Where do we go from here?” Nothing seemed to stand out in any of the testimony that was given. The physical evidence held no clues. There was no suspect, no motive, and consequently no opportunity to commit the crime. There simply wasn’t a case. It had grown cold.
Of course, Richards was just getting started on his case. He was sure Peter was the drug dealer of Lafayette High and was going to see that he was put away at all cost. The court date was set for December 9.
- The Voice - Part 5
The Voice speaks and demands complete obedience. You better pray it doesn't speak to you!