Secret Hollows Part 17
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"What?"
"You just take too much time. Thirty seconds, one bullet and that's all there is to it."
Ian shook his head. "Not as much satisfaction," he argued. "I want to see him suffer."
"Okay, you got a point there."
They both looked over to Timmy and Ronny, chasing each other through the forest and laughing like ten year old boys should. It all seemed so...normal. Sighing deeply, Ian tried to forget about the conversation they just had with Ronny. Not only were the details of what happened to Ronny horrific, Timmy's innocent nodding and agreement made it even more disturbing. It was the same person. There were too many similarities to be a coincidence. Whoever killed Ronny had most certainly killed Timmy and the rest of the boys, too.
Suddenly the boys stopped chasing each other and Ronny stared at the lake, frozen in place.
"Hurry, come here," Timmy called to them. "Ronny needs you."
Mike easily glided through the woods, but Ian had to climb over the brush and fallen trees to get to them. "What...what is it?" Ian asked, a little out of breath.
Ronny looked up at him, his eyes wide and frightened. "Here," he stammered. "This is the place...this is where..."
"Yeah, it's okay," Mike said. "This is where he hurt you."
His translucent eyes filled with tears and Ronny nodded.
"But where did he bury you?" Timmy asked.
Ronny lifted his hand and pointed out to the ice-covered lake. "Out there."
Ian shook his head. "How will we ever..."
"Hey professor," Mike said. "Stand back and let a professional handle this."
Mike glided through the woods to the sh.o.r.e and then walked forward into the water. He really expected to feel the burn of the ice cold water against his skin, but was pleasantly surprised when he realized he felt nothing. The water, and the ice laying on top of it, weren't even disturbed by his presence as he moved further off sh.o.r.e. Slowly he walked towards the middle of the lake, the water getting higher with each step.
When he was chest high in the water, he turned and looked back to sh.o.r.e. Ian and the boys stood on the sh.o.r.e, watching and waiting for him. He waved at them and they waved back. Then he turned back toward the middle of the lake.
Several inches of snow lay on the ice at the edges of the lake, but strong winds had blown most of the snow from the middle and the ice sparkled like diamonds as it caught the rays from the morning sun peeking over the horizon. Habit had him taking a deep breath and bracing himself just before he dove down under the ice and into the murky depth of the lake.
Kicking his powerful legs and arms, he quickly moved forward in the water, leaving the surface far behind. He felt a moment's panic before he realized he really didn't have to hold his breath and after that, swimming started to be a surreal experience. Like an astronaut in a self-contained suit, he was able to slow down and really explore the underwater world around him.
The algae and other plant life were less dense toward the center of the lake, and Mike was able to see the underwater terrain more clearly. He moved to the bottom and glided along, viewing the collection of fis.h.i.+ng poles, oars, shoes and other paraphernalia that had been dropped from boats throughout the history of the lake.
And then he saw it.
The porcelain whiteness of bone was actually easy to spot among the other shades of brown and green. The small skull lay nestled between several large rocks. Mike moved closer and saw a number of bones scattered in the same area; back bones, rib bones and some longer bones that were either from his arm or his leg. He moved closer and finally found what he was looking for. The rope had been nylon, so it hadn't deteriorated as it would have if it had been cloth or hemp, and it was still tied around the large rock. The other end of the rope was looped around what must have been Ronny's pelvic bone. Then he saw where the arm bones and some smaller bones, like those from his hands, lay under the rope, near the rock. Mike felt rage sweep through him as he pictured the young boy tugging desperately on the rope while he slowly drowned in the depths of the lake.
He stepped back and looked around, trying to find some underwater landmarks so he could locate the body once again. Looking up, he could see the sun glinting off the surface about twenty feet above him. He glided up and swam straight up to the surface.
Ian didn't know why he expected Mike to come out of the water soaking wet and cold, and he found himself a little astonished when Mike glided to the top of the ice, his clothes and body dry. But the look on Mike's face told him all he needed to know.
He took out a notepad and sketched several distinctive landmarks on the sh.o.r.e that, when intersected, would represent the place Mike now stood and would mark where Ronny's body lay below.
Ian waved at Mike and watched him glide quickly towards him.
"What did you...," Ian began.
Mike shook his head. "Give me a little bit, okay?"
Ian nodded and watched Mike glide away from him and deal with the emotions from his find. He turned back to the woods and saw the boys were still busy chasing each other in the early dawn light. His heart was lightened to see that the human spirit was indomitable and could survive even the torture these young boys had experienced.
He made his way through the snow, brush and trees to where they were exploring some tracks in the snow.
"It's probably a bear," Ronny said. "Those look like bear tracks."
"We don't got bears around here," Timmy said. "But it could be a coyote. We got lots of those."
"Cool," Ronny responded. "Should we track it down?"
Timmy nodded, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Sure, maybe we could catch him."
"Well, before you go out on your safari, I wanted to let you know that I'm heading back to Mary's place," Ian said. "Timmy, do you want to bring Ronny back there with you when you're done?"
Timmy nodded. "Yeah, I can do that."
He turned to Ronny. "You'll like Mary's house, she's got Batman, the movie, on her TV."
"Cool," Ronny agreed.
"Aye, she'd be happy to have you come," Ian said. "But, I'm thinking that maybe you shouldn't bring Ronny over to see Maggie."
"Yeah," Timmy nodded in agreement, having enough youthful wisdom to understand Ronny's appearance would disturb Maggie. "Besides, she'll be at school."
Ian nodded. "That's true enough," he said. "So, I'll see you when you're done hunting for wild beasts."
He started to walk away, but then thought better of it and turned. "And don't you be bringing any of them home with you."
The boys laughed and glided away into the woods.
Ian reached his car after a ten minute walked and was happy to turn it on and feel the heat beginning to circulate. He reached over; picked up the phone he had left on the pa.s.senger seat and read Mary's text. "Well then, Mary," he said to himself. "It will be interesting to see who's had the more exciting morning."
Chapter Thirty.
Mary held her flashlight in front of her and crossed from the front hallway into the kitchen. The black and white linoleum tiled floor was chipped and faded. A Formica kitchen table, grey with red and chrome trim, stood in the middle of the room flanked with four matching red vinyl chairs. The only item on the table was a white ceramic milk pitcher, with red flowers painted on the side, holding a bouquet of dust-laden silk roses.
"Emil bought that for me," the soft, shaky voice said, "on the Mother's Day before they took him away."
Mary turned towards the voice and saw the pet.i.te, elderly ghost standing next to the stove on the other side of the room. She was wearing a house dress in turquoise blue that dwarfed her size and reached down below her calves.
"Mrs. Forrest?" Mary asked.
The ghost raised tired eyes to Mary and nodded. "Are you going to call me the mother of a child killer too?" she asked, pain and loneliness evident in her face.
Shaking her head, Mary moved closer. "No, I just met with Emil at the prison," she explained. "I don't think he did it at all. I think he was framed."
Fire sparked in the ghost's eyes and she nodded her head decisively. "Well, finally, someone with a head on their shoulders," she said. "And now, what are you going to do about it?"
Mary smiled. "Emil mentioned a pair of swum trunks he found on the day they arrested him," she said. "There are new, more advanced ways to test for DNA now. I was hoping I could find the trunks and have them tested."
"Tested for what?" Mrs. Forrest asked.
"Well, if Timmy was wearing the trunks when he was murdered," she said, pausing for a moment and forcing herself not to bring up a visual image of the crime. "We might be able to find the DNA of the murderer."
Mrs. Forrest nodded her head. "That's a smart move," she said. "That's what they should have done in the first place. Anyone with eyes in their head and a brain in their skull should have been able to see my Emil could have never killed those boys. He just didn't have it in him."
"What do you mean?"
She floated across the room and sat down at the table, "Sit down, honey," she said. "This might take a little while."
Mary sat across from her.
"When Emil was little, we, Mr. Forrest and I, noticed some things that weren't quite right," she said. "He was a little slower than the other children, but he was always happy and loving, so we didn't care. Then we figured out that his nose didn't work very well. Emil couldn't smell worth a darn. Which I initially thought was very strange, because my sense of smell is very sensitive. But, once again, it just seemed to be a quirk of nature, so we accepted it."
She leaned back in her chair and let her gaze wander around the room. "Then, as he got a little older, we discovered he was color blind," she shook her head. "I have to admit, I was more concerned than his father. I figured the world could be dangerous for a little boy who couldn't smell and couldn't see color. How could he tell if something was glowing hot?"
She shook her head and then met Mary's eyes. "Mr. Forrest told me I was coddling the boy. Not letting him become a man. So when I began to notice, later, that Emil didn't seem to be...maturing, I paid no mind to it. I didn't want Mr. Forrest to blame me."
"What do you mean by maturing?" Mary asked.
"When all the other boys started becoming men, you know, their bodies started to change...well, Emil stayed like a child."
"He didn't go into p.u.b.erty?" Mary asked.
Mrs. Forrest nodded. "He just stayed sweet, unaware Emil," she replied. "Weren't until Mr. Forrest pa.s.sed that I finally got the nerve to bring Emil to a specialist. We had to drive up to Madison, Wisconsin, and go to the University Hospital up there."
"And what did the specialist say?" Mary asked.
"Oh, he told me a bunch of things," she said. "They did all kinds of tests on Emil and they told me all sorts of things about Emil's mental acuity. But, the only thing that's important here is that Emil had a condition called Kallmann Syndrome."
"Kallmann Syndrome?" Mary repeated.
"It's a condition that causes a boy to never become a man," she said. "There's drugs and stuff to help with it. But, because it seemed almost like a blessing from heaven, considering Emil's other limitations, I decided not to give him the medications for it."
Mary sat up straight in her chair. "So, you're telling me that Emil had a medical condition that would have prevented him from abusing those boys?"
She nodded. "He couldn't have done it," she said. "I kept telling them, he couldn't have done it. But no one would listen to me."
Mary shook her head. "Why? Why wouldn't they listen?"
"Because they were angry and hurt and someone did a real good job of setting my poor Emil up. They confused my boy and got him to confess."
Mary stood up, the chair sliding behind her on the tile floor. "Do you have the name of the doctor that diagnosed him?" she asked.
Mrs. Forrest smiled. "I do, I have the doctor's name and I have copies of the reports in a strong box in the attic," she said. "And that's where I hid the swim trunks. I figured someday, someone would come and help me get my Emil out of jail."
"I'm sorry it took so long," Mary said.
"No matter, long as you're here now."
Mary followed Emil's mother up a narrow staircase in the corner of the kitchen to the back of the second floor. The steps were tall and narrow and not much more than a yard wide.
"Servant's staircase," Mrs. Forrest explained to Mary, as they made their way upwards in the confined s.p.a.ce.
She pushed open a door and they stepped out onto the second level of the house. The wooden floors were covered with braided rag rugs and the walls were painted eggsh.e.l.l white. Mary moved the flashlight's beam slowly across the area. There were six rooms that opened into the hallway and she could see as the light briefly illuminated each one, that they were filled with boxes.
Mrs. Forrest turned back to her and smiled apologetically. "I've always had a hard time throwing anything away," she admitted. "I was a child during the Depression and we never had much, so it always seemed a sin to throw away something that might be useful someday."
She glided across the floor and led Mary to a doorway in the center of the hall. Mary opened it to find a set of stairs that led to the attic. She followed Mrs. Forrest up the stairs, brus.h.i.+ng cobwebs away with the body of the flashlight as she traveled.
The attic was also filled with boxes, cast off pieces of furniture, wooden trunks and, at the very back, an old-fas.h.i.+oned safe.
"It's in there," Mrs. Forrest said with a smile.
"It's the safest place I know," she added with a giggle.
The ghost made a straight line to the back of the attic, gliding through the barriers along the way. It took Mary a little longer as she searched for a clear path and finally ended up climbing over furniture and piles of boxes.
Mrs. Forrest waited patiently for Mary to join her. "I was never good at opening this thing up," she said, "And even worse now that I'm dead."
"I can do it for you," Mary volunteered, "What's the combination."
A few moments later the door of the safe swung open. Mary was surprised to see the safe was nearly empty. She moved forward and lifted up a paper sack. She opened it and looked inside to see some blue and red material.
"The swim trunks," Mrs. Forrest said.
Mary closed the sack and stuffed it inside her coat for safe-keeping. Then she lifted the only remaining items in the large cavity of the safe. Two large manila envelopes. She opened the first and saw it contained paperwork from the University of Wisconsin, Madison Hospital.
"That will prove my Emil couldn't do it," Mrs. Forrest explained.
Mary opened the other envelope. Inside was a family photo of a younger Mrs. Forrest, her husband and a toddler on his lap.
"That's when Emil was three," Mrs. Forrest said, her eyes overflowing with tears, as she studied the photo in Mary's hand. "We were all so happy then."
She turned and looked up to meet Mary's eyes. "After so many years of saving things, I realized that this picture and the evidence to free my son were the only things that had any value in my life."
Secret Hollows Part 17
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