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Authors: R.J. Torbert
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can’t stand this shit. No one is wearing them, and they still make me drop a load in my pants.”
“Why Timothy?” Paul spoke out loud. “Let’s go to Timothy’s Bar and Grill.”
They got back on the expressway and were back in Port Jefferson in 45 minutes. They walked into Timothy’s Bar and Grill, where it was very quiet out of respect for the loss. His silent partner, Ben Cooper, was behind the bar, and there were only four customers in the bar.
Paul flashed his badge at Ben and said, “Tell me what you know.”
“I can’t believe it. He’s gone just like that.”
“What was going on last night? Were you here?”
As Paul was talking to Cooper, Bud was looking around at 4 others in the bar. He wanted to see if anyone was interested in the conversation going on between Cooper and Paul.
Cooper was wiping down the bar in the same circle until Paul stopped him. Cooper said, “Tim was here last night working the bar. I stopped by to check in, and there was a crowd around him buying drinks like crazy. He was telling the story of the article and how he was one of the people Rachelle was writing about. He was telling people how well he knew her and that they would be dating.”
Paul was taken aback by the remark. “Did he mention any other names?” Paul asked.
“Yes, he mentioned some other guy named Allan.” Paul turned around quickly and started running for the door. Bud followed and got in the car as Paul drove up to Belle Terre while Bud tried to reach Allan on the phone. They drove up East Main Street to Belle Terre Road. They reached the security building, and Paul ran in to the building. There was Allan, eating a sandwich, startled by the entrance Paul and Bud made.
“What the hell?” Allan asked.
“Are you OK?” Paul replied.
“Just eating a sandwich, minding my own business, and you two cowboys come right in.”
“Allan,” Paul answered, “Timothy was killed late last night in the parking lot behind his bar.” Allan dropped his sandwich. “He identified himself as the unknown local who went on the ferry trip to prove the theory as to what happened. He also mentioned your name. No last name, but he did say Allan. You have to be careful. Tim had no idea the level they would go to. Now we know.” Allan was still stunned, shaking his head.
“Rachelle,” Allan said. “Is she all right?”
“She’s pretty upset,” Bud replied. “We’ll have to watch her.”
“What about Saturday? Are we still on?”
“Yes,” Paul replied, “but not you and Rachelle. The FBI will help us with this. The murder has convinced me they are here locally.”
“What are you talking about?” Bud asked.
“It’s all adding up,” Paul said. “I’ll show you Saturday. Let’s go see Rachelle.” They said their goodbyes and were over at Rachelle’s in two minutes.
Rachelle answered the door in an oversized T-shirt, and she looked stunning to Paul. No makeup, no pants, no shoes, and to him she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“How are you doing?” he asked as she walked away from the door, leaving it open to invite them in.
“I’m OK,” she replied. She turned around with her arms folded. “What can I do for you?” she asked. Bud looked at Paul, surprised by the distance in her tone.
Paul paused to gather his thoughts and then said, “Listen, Rachelle, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come Saturday. It’s apparent that whoever killed Tim believes you may know who they are, and I think it would be safer.”
“Excuse me,” Rachelle interrupted Paul before he could finish. “You listen. I’m not going to let this interfere with my responsibilities. This is a story. I feel terrible about Timothy, but I did not name him in my story.”
Bud replied, “Tim spoke at the bar. He wanted his patrons to know it was him and Allan.”
“See,” Rachelle said.
Paul interjected, “The point is, whoever killed Tim knows you’re the writer,
“Why Timothy?” Paul spoke out loud. “Let’s go to Timothy’s Bar and Grill.”
They got back on the expressway and were back in Port Jefferson in 45 minutes. They walked into Timothy’s Bar and Grill, where it was very quiet out of respect for the loss. His silent partner, Ben Cooper, was behind the bar, and there were only four customers in the bar.
Paul flashed his badge at Ben and said, “Tell me what you know.”
“I can’t believe it. He’s gone just like that.”
“What was going on last night? Were you here?”
As Paul was talking to Cooper, Bud was looking around at 4 others in the bar. He wanted to see if anyone was interested in the conversation going on between Cooper and Paul.
Cooper was wiping down the bar in the same circle until Paul stopped him. Cooper said, “Tim was here last night working the bar. I stopped by to check in, and there was a crowd around him buying drinks like crazy. He was telling the story of the article and how he was one of the people Rachelle was writing about. He was telling people how well he knew her and that they would be dating.”
Paul was taken aback by the remark. “Did he mention any other names?” Paul asked.
“Yes, he mentioned some other guy named Allan.” Paul turned around quickly and started running for the door. Bud followed and got in the car as Paul drove up to Belle Terre while Bud tried to reach Allan on the phone. They drove up East Main Street to Belle Terre Road. They reached the security building, and Paul ran in to the building. There was Allan, eating a sandwich, startled by the entrance Paul and Bud made.
“What the hell?” Allan asked.
“Are you OK?” Paul replied.
“Just eating a sandwich, minding my own business, and you two cowboys come right in.”
“Allan,” Paul answered, “Timothy was killed late last night in the parking lot behind his bar.” Allan dropped his sandwich. “He identified himself as the unknown local who went on the ferry trip to prove the theory as to what happened. He also mentioned your name. No last name, but he did say Allan. You have to be careful. Tim had no idea the level they would go to. Now we know.” Allan was still stunned, shaking his head.
“Rachelle,” Allan said. “Is she all right?”
“She’s pretty upset,” Bud replied. “We’ll have to watch her.”
“What about Saturday? Are we still on?”
“Yes,” Paul replied, “but not you and Rachelle. The FBI will help us with this. The murder has convinced me they are here locally.”
“What are you talking about?” Bud asked.
“It’s all adding up,” Paul said. “I’ll show you Saturday. Let’s go see Rachelle.” They said their goodbyes and were over at Rachelle’s in two minutes.
Rachelle answered the door in an oversized T-shirt, and she looked stunning to Paul. No makeup, no pants, no shoes, and to him she was the sexiest, most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“How are you doing?” he asked as she walked away from the door, leaving it open to invite them in.
“I’m OK,” she replied. She turned around with her arms folded. “What can I do for you?” she asked. Bud looked at Paul, surprised by the distance in her tone.
Paul paused to gather his thoughts and then said, “Listen, Rachelle, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come Saturday. It’s apparent that whoever killed Tim believes you may know who they are, and I think it would be safer.”
“Excuse me,” Rachelle interrupted Paul before he could finish. “You listen. I’m not going to let this interfere with my responsibilities. This is a story. I feel terrible about Timothy, but I did not name him in my story.”
Bud replied, “Tim spoke at the bar. He wanted his patrons to know it was him and Allan.”
“See,” Rachelle said.
Paul interjected, “The point is, whoever killed Tim knows you’re the writer,
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