than a couple of days.â
âA couple of days?â Johnny frowned. The fear of the drug dealers came back over him.
âGot any money, boy?â Dutch asked.
âSure. Do you want a deposit?â
Dutch took off his cap and scratched his grizzled head. âWell,â he said slowly, âgiven that I donât know you, that would probably be a good idea. How about fifty dollars? Oughta cover the whole shebang.â
Johnny fished the money out of the pocket of his striped pants. âAre there any motels in town that are close by?â
âSure, the Bide-a-Wee is just down the street. Nice rooms for a real good price. I think Jonas has a weekly rate too.â Dutch said. âThereâs a restaurant right across the street. And if you have need of transportation, I got a loaner out back. Seeinâ as how Iâll have your truck and all.â
Dutch looked the van over. He gave Johnny another one of his curious looks. âYou wouldnât be needinâ a paint job, would ya? Twenty-five dollars, and sheâs as good as new. Scrape all that hoo-haw right off and paint her a nice inconspicuous blue.â
âIâll think about it, Dutch,â Johnny said. âIt would probably be a good idea to keep a little lower profile out here.â
Dutch smiled in agreement.
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Bitter Words
J ENNY WATCHED FROM HER DESK as the man picked up the key to the microfiche room and headed there. When he went inside, she slipped quietly up the hallway and followed him in. He was waiting for her and stuck out his hand.
âHi, Jenny. Iâm Bob Schumann.â
Jenny took his hand and shook it. He was a nice-looking older man with white hair and a pleasant smile. He had on an Ohio State jacket and a Cincinnati Reds baseball hat pushed back on his head. The smile wrinkles around his eyes belied the gruffness she had sensed on the phone. A briefcase sat on the desk behind him.
Jenny went to the files, pulled out the filmstrips, and handed them to Schumann. He sat down at the reader and quietly perused the two articles. Then he turned to Jenny.
âI remember when I wrote this story. It was a real mystery in nineteen fifty-one, and the fact that there was heroin in the car was a huge deal back then. Nowadays, with all the stuff going on in San Francisco and New York, the drug angle isnât so exciting. Itâs always bothered me that all the leads in this story were dead ends.â
âWhat can you tell me about the man?â Jenny asked.
âNot much more than whatâs here,â Bob said. âThey did an autopsy, and the cause of death was drowning. The only possible identifier they found on him was a large tattoo.â
âA tattoo? That wasnât in the story,â Jenny said.
âI made a sketch of it at the coronerâs office when they let me view the body, but the police chief made me leave it out of the article. Seems that it was a popular tattoo with the servicemen during the war, and the sheriff didnât want anything bad reflected on our local vets, what with the heroin and the empty liquor bottles they found. It didnât seem important at the time, so I pulled it.â
âDescribe the tattoo to me,â Jenny said.
âVery large, located on his left shoulder,â Bob said. âWell here, let me show you.â
Schumann opened the briefcase and rummaged among some papers. He pulled out a sheet with a rough drawing in the middle. The picture was of a large, ornate tattoo of the patriotic type common among servicemen. The Statue of Liberty was in the center, surrounded by four flags, two on each side. Above the tattoo it said, âGod Bless America,â and right under the statue were some Roman numerals.
âNotice the number under the statue. When I compared it to other tattoos like it, they didnât have a number. Iâve always remembered it, maybe because it was like a palindrome.â
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