Crime Time (Chapter Eight, page 2 of 8)


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Talk about being put on the spot; my beloved set me up in spades. How could I decline without sounding like a total turd? Of course I agreed though I had no idea how I'd accomplish the task and dreaded even trying.

My acquiescence lightened the mood for the remainder of the trip as Betsy and Howie chatted as if future sessions were a faite accompli. I remained silent as they proposed new ways to determine time and location; methods to further prove Howie was immersed in scenes that had truly taken place. The lights of Washington finally came into view. We dropped Howie off at his hotel as he gushed his thanks. He would cab to the airport in the morning and return to California. Now at least Betsy and I had time together before I returned to New York Sunday afternoon. We took full advantage of our opportunity.

It was Thursday before I got up the nerve to call my friends. I first spoke to Martha, while not fully committed; I knew she was more sympathetic to Howie than her husband. Besides, I knew her far better than her husband. I settled in my most comfortable chair for a long conversation. After pleasantries I launched into a recap of our West Virginia weekend, detailing all we'd discovered. I emphasized how strongly Howie felt about resurrecting his sessions. Martha said nothing during my discourse, not helping my confidence.

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