CHAPTER XVIII: THE TWINS STRIKE GOLD...

"Don't be mad, Rob...please.'
"Not a good way to start a conversation, Dylan."
"Yeh, probably not. Ok, here goes...Drew?"

Ahhh the old when in doubt pass it on trick.
VEDDY ingenious, Mastah Dylan.
Point to you.

"Ok, we uh, um, uh..."
"It's ok, Drew. please, just tell us/"
"Yeh," gulp gulp, "Ok, we went to the Chase house."
"What? Why?"
"To see what we could find out, and to console the grieving mother...you know."
"Grieving? I doubt she even knows her son is dead."
"Oh, trust me, she knows. She is takiing it really hard."
"Ok, so what happened, Drew."
"Well, when we got there she was pretty well out of it. But after awhile we got her to talking, sorta. More like cralking."
"Cralking?"
"Yup. Crying and talking."
These two are amazing I swear to God. Weird but amazing.

"Yeh, and when she got going it was like turning on the spicket. She went on and on and on...and we recorded it all."
"You WHAT?"
"We re..."
"Yeh I heard that. Bright little twits aren't you."

"Yeh, maybe but I figured you would want to hear it."
"Damn right."
"So what did she say?"

"Dylan, you tell them."
"Ok, well, she let it out that her adoring husband is not such a beauty after all."
"NOOOO," I couldn't help myself.
"Yeh, and it seems that on top of beating her and the kids up every few minutes he was raping them."
"WHAT?"
"Yeh."
"Tommy?"
"Yeh, Tommy...and YEH! Johnny too."

"SHIT. His own kids. His own boys, rape. Geezus."
"He slept all around every night for years from what she said, and when Tommy would try to fight him off, he would beat the crap out of him, rape him, and then sometimes he would toss him out of the house, leaving him to wander the streets.

"Real sweetheart, huh," Drew added...and we all nodded.

She said this started when the boys were really little. She also said Johnny went along with it but hated it even worse than Tommy. It sat inside him like a cancer, and ate away at him."
"Why didn't she take the kids and leave?"
"I don't know Dylan."

"GOD DAMN IT," I couldn't help my disgust. From the look on Robbie's face he felt the same way.

"We got it all on tape so if you wanna listen," Drew interjected, and we said we did...and then we did..and.for over an hour she spilled her guts...getting progressively drunker as the night wore on. Drew was right. She went off like a fireworks display, and left no stone unturned. She finally wound up and then passed out drunk, according to the boys...and that is when they picked her up and put her in their car, aand brought her to us.

"WHAT? She is out in the car?"
"Yup."
"Good God, Ok..uh," and he looked at me...
"Uh...DYL? HONEY?"
Hmmm. I know that tone of voice and I jest always knows things will get progressively weirder or different or squirrelly."
"YES?"
Cut him no slack and he will go back to his side of reality, and I always know that ain't gonna fly.
"Ok if we take her to the house? I really think we will get further with her there than here."
Sadly I knew he was right, and nodded.
"OK you little twits, GO. We will meet you at the house. PRONTO!"
And off they went.

"FUCK! Ain't they something," I laughed.
"Something is right," Rob agreed.
Rob went and filled Ryan and Sgt. Barton in on what was going down and then we took off after the twins.

She isn't a big woman but that dead weight thing. At the end, it took Rob also helping to carry her in...and put her rather ungracefully I might add, on a couch where she continued to snort and snore and sound almost like a pressure cooker with the heaves.


CONTINUE TO CHAPTER XIX