Face it, we all have a few secrets from our youth that we hope are deeply embedded into our grey matter never be revealed again. A secret love, silly drunken act, whatever it is we’ve forgotten it, right? Let’s see how the visit by police turns out … before I forget Detective Black is Craig’s friend Blackie Riddle.
The Forensic Team and Detective Black arrived about 1 PM, Craig stood back and watched as the police did the photography, fingerprinting and searching of Mark’s car. Detective Black approached with a paper in his hand. “Craig, you just might be right about Mark, is this Carla?”
Craig looked at the photo Detective Black handed him. It was Carla asleep in her apartment. He knew those black sheets and remembered the night she looked like that. “Yes Detective Black that is my wife. She looked just like she did the night Mark Smith threw a big liquor bottle at the trunk. I believe this was March 2nd sometime after 4:00 AM after I dropped her off at home!”
“Excuse me Detective Black we found these as well.” Officer Samuels handed him some more photos and bottles of champagne.
“Those are my missing champagne bottles! I believe those are 1943 Dom Perignon that is from my wine cellar.” Craig stated. “That’s what they say Craig, how about these photos?” Blackie handed Craig more photos.
“Mr. Jones may we look at your car trunk?” Detective Black asked.
“Of course, it’s the red BMW under the portico at the front door.”
Detective Black motioned to Officer Samuels. “See if you can pull the bottle scratches off the BMW truck and then follow Mr. Jones.”
“Craig, would you show the officer to your wine cellar so he can dust for prints.” Craig held the photos in his hand and lead the Officer to the wine cellar and car as Carla walked out the door.
“Holy crap, what’s going on Craig,” Carla asked.
“Hello Mrs. Jones” Blackie said.
“Detective Black, where did these wine bottles come from?”
“Carla, Howard, and I’ll explain here in a minute,” Craig said taking Carla’s hand. “Actually Carla these are the missing bottles of 1943 Dom,” Craig said.
Blackie was standing at the door with Craig and Carla “Mrs. Jones we have found some things we need to talk to you about inside please.” Craig took her arm and Detective Black motioning them into the house.
Carla noticed the very tall muscular black man coming up the drive. ‘Samuels’ was printed on his shirt and he was carrying a paper grocery bag with him as he approached. “Excuse me Detective before you go in these were found as well.” Officer Samuels handed the bag to Blackie.
“Thanks, is it clean now?”
“Yes sir” this familiar black man replied.
“Tow it in then Sam!”
Carla asked Craig quietly “Who is the tall black man, his shirt says Samuels. He looks so familiar Craig?”
“Officer Samuels, I’m not sure why he would look familiar to you Carla, he’s from Centerville.” Craig replied “Why Carla?”