The Last Innocent Man

Gault paused to watch David’s reaction.

“It must be a pretty good plot,” Gault said. “I see I’ve got you on the edge of your seat already. Now, where was I? Oh, yes. The trap. The writer has heard that old saw ‘Curiosity killed the cat’ and sets out to pique his tail’s curiosity. Each evening he goes to an out-of-the-way, deserted location and does something mysterious, hoping that the mystery man will follow him inside, where it is nice and quiet and the writer can ask a few questions without having to worry about being disturbed.

“After three nights our little pussy takes the bait. Guess what happens next?”

David sat in stunned silence.

“No guesses? Well, you see, the writer loves his privacy and he certainly doesn’t appreciate anyone violating it. Do you know what my character does to this intruder?”

Gault smiled. The blood had drained from David’s face.

“In my story the writer tortures this fellow, who answers every question he is asked. It’s quite a violent scene. Blood spraying all over, bones cracking. I may have to tone it down before submitting it to my editor. She has a weak stomach, and I don’t know if she’ll be able to take this much graphic violence.

“Anyway, the writer has just had some trouble with the law, so he has to keep this little incident hush-hush. All this torture has taken place on a large rug that does an admirable job of absorbing the blood. The writer rolls up the dead man in the rug, cleans up the mess, and gets rid of the body, leaving no clues for a sleuth to find. But that’s where I’m stuck. What happens next? For the life of me, I can’t figure it out.

“My character knows the identity of the dastardly coward who hired the victim. I guess the writer could confront him. But I don’t know… That seems like such a cliche, and the critics have been so lavish in praising my originality.” Gault shrugged. “I’ll admit I’m stumped. That’s why I called. You have a fertile imagination. I hoped you could help me.”

David stood up so quickly, he knocked over his chair. Gault watched, greatly amused. The sound of the chair crashing to the floor brought on a sudden hush in the restaurant. The diners turned toward David as he staggered away. Gault threw his head back, and his laughter followed David out onto the street.

6

Monica Powers was getting ready for bed when the doorbell rang. She put a bathrobe on over her nightgown and went to the door. David had never been to her apartment and she was surprised to see him. She was more surprised by his appearance. Since the Stafford trial she had heard disturbing rumors about David, and his disheveled clothes, bloodshot eyes, and uncombed hair seemed to bear them out.

“I need your help, Monica,” David said. His shoulders were hunched, and he could not look directly at her when he spoke. Monica stood aside and let David into the apartment.

“You look awful. What’s going on?”

David wandered into the living room and slumped down onto the couch. Monica sat opposite the couch on a straight-back chair. Suddenly David’s shoulders shook and he began to cry. He hid his face in his hands. Monica rushed to the couch.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” David sobbed.

Monica held him tight and rocked him. David clung to her. After a few minutes she could feel him relax and she let go. David ran his coat sleeve across his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he managed.

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

David rested his head against the back of the couch and closed his eyes.

“It’s Terry Conklin. He’s dead and I’m responsible.”

“What?!”

“Thomas Gault tortured him and buried the body.”

“I don’t understand…”

David sat up and leaned forward. He looked straight down, his head bowed.

“Gault told me something in confidence. I couldn’t go to the police. What Gault said was protected by the attorney-client privilege. Gault is a sadist. He’d confessed to killing someone before to unnerve me. Then he told me it was a joke. He had me so confused. When he…when he told me this new information… I believed him, but he’s such a convincing liar…”

David paused. His lips were dry and his throat was raw from crying.

“I… I thought I’d be clever, so I hired Terry to check out Gault’s story. Then, yesterday, I met with Gault. He told me he tortured Terry to death and disposed of the body.”

“He confessed to murder?” Monica asked, as if she were not certain she had heard David correctly.

“Not directly.”

David recounted his lunch conversation with Gault.

“How do you know Gault isn’t playing another sadistic game with you?” Monica asked when he was done.

“Terry is missing. I called his wife as soon as I got back to my office. Rose doesn’t know where he is. He always comes home or checks in with her. She hasn’t heard from him since the day before yesterday.”

“What did Gault say that prompted you to hire Terry Conklin?” Monica asked.

David hesitated. Then he said,

“He told me he murdered Darlene Hersch.”

“Larry Stafford killed Darlene Hersch.”