Murder On The Mainline - S01 E35

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Murder On The Mainline - S01 E35

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

The Harrisons would be glad of an alternate alibi so they don't have to divulge who they were with at the Harrison Motel, but why would they want to give him an alibi? Could he have something to hold over their heads? Drugs! Maybe that's it! He's their supplier and they don't want his connection to the drug trade discovered so they provide him with an alibi that has nothing to do with whatever illegal activity he was actually involved in that night. But how does that tie into Flo. Damn! Something's missing, or I'm way off base. Where are we?"

"On the Lougheed just leaving POCO. We'll be in Mission in half an hour and home an hour from then."

"Turn around. It's not too late to go to the realty office and catch Ronald. We'll see how his story stacks up with his wife and Tony's. She didn't say anything about playing cards that night. That puzzles me."

"You'll never get to work at this rate. We better push on and leave Ronald for another day."

"You bugger! You'll come back down here tonight and see them at their home. I know you."

"I promise I won't. If I don't have a run, we'll see him in his office on Monday. How's that?"

"But I want to do it now. Right now I'm hot and can see a ways into the puzzle. I want to get more pieces to work on. Don't you feel how close we are?"

"Not close enough. Anything Harrison tells us still won't answer the question of why. Scanlon could have done it and now so could Tony have done it. I still think her ex could have done it, but at least with him I don't have to ask myself why, rather I ask myself why that way. Hell, I only have your assurance that your informant is reliable. Maybe Harrison himself could have done it."

Trudy looks belligerently at him and blurts out, "My informant is an RCMP officer, for your information. Is that reliable enough for you?"

Mike grins and says, "I thought if I got you mad enough, you'd tell me."

"Oh shit! Drive me home!" She pouts on the far side of the car till they get to Mission. By the time they reach Lake Erock she has calmed and sidles across the seat to sit by him. "I was going to tell you. I just wanted you to think I dug up that juicy bit of news all on my own for a while. He stops by the truck stop occasionally. He's with the Freeway Patrol. I think you've met him. He knows you."

"What's his name?"

"John."

"His last name, you nut?"

"Gallegar."

"Constable John Gallegar? Hmmmm. Doesn't ring a bell. With the Freeway Patrol, eh?"

"Yep."

"John, Johnny? Johnny. Freeway officer? Hmmmm. I wonder. Was he ever posted at Mission Detachment in the past? You wouldn't know, I suppose?"

"I never heard him say. Oh, isn't that beautiful. Pull in for a minute." Mike pulls into the lookout on Mount Woodside. They are in light mist under a low ceiling of heavy evening cloud that hangs over the valley. Showers cast long shafts of moving shadows across the distant landscape and a sudden brightening of the cloud back near Chilliwack speaks of some lightning activity. A low rumble reaches them sweeping over the far-flung channels of the Fraser River.

Trudy shivers and says, "You can hear the distant thunder so clear in a convertible, even with the top up. Warm me a bit please, Mike."

Mike slips his arm around her shoulders and draws her close. She smiles and says, "I feel so safe with you. You would protect me from anything, wouldn't you?"

"Nothing will harm you when I'm around, my love."

"Then kiss me."

Mike does her bidding and her arm goes up around his neck to caress him there. The kiss goes on and becomes an exploration of each other’s mouths by their tongues. She presses her breasts into his chest and rubs them side-to-side to stimulate the nipples. She pulls away from him and with her hands draws him to follow her across the seat. He moves over with her and she reaches to rub him as she gets up on her knees to straddle him in the seat.

Her lips find his while she frees him and rubs some more then uses his organ to rub her slit. A spatter of rain sounds out on the top of the car and windshield then as she descends onto him a down pouring of rain drumbeats around them. Her first cries are drowned in thunder but soon she can be heard over it as she rides and bounces there in his arms. Like the fury of the storm they move together and in a flash of lightning they come together and, quivering, hold on tight to each other as thunder booms and shakes the car.

But a sudden brightening of the sky around them warns them that the shower has passed. Once more they can make out the valley spread below them and the rain eases to light droplets then ceases. "You kept me safe from the storm, my hero," whispers Trudy, "and filled me with joy, as well."

"And now we better get going."

They drive down over the Agassiz Bridge and Mike takes the freeway to Hope. They kiss and he says, "Until we meet again."

She runs into the house waving and blowing him kisses. Mike backs out and heads for home. When he pulls in he looks over at Jeff's house. He can make out light from the kitchen through the bedroom door but all is quiet.

He goes up to the side door and steps inside. He puts his briefcase on a step and slides off his shoes then grabbing the case, he goes up into the kitchen. He hears the TV going in the living room so goes in and finds Marlene sleeping on the couch in front of the set. He puts down his briefcase and kneels before her, kissing her brow and running his fingers through her hair. She smiles and waking, tilts her head back to kiss him. She stretches and sits up. "Did you catch the murderer yet?"

"Not yet, love."

"But you’re closer than you were this morning."

"I think I am."

"Good."

"Any calls?"

"Only Nina. She says that her and Jeff are talking and she feels they are going to be all right. I'm glad. Jeff was fun but not my cup of tea. For a long time I have wished I never got started with him. I guess for about a month I felt I was getting even with you, but there came a time when even that excuse didn't work. You would come home and be real loving or we would do something special with the kids, like going out to the falls for a picnic, and I would feel like I wanted it all to be over with Jeff.

I still like him and enjoy screwing with him but I don't need it, nor even particularly want it. You’re my husband. I'm glad and I feel lucky that you are. You’re a real special guy to me. I'm sorry I screwed around on you. Can you forgive me?"

"Sure. I have already."

"Can we put it behind us?"

"It won't be easy to forget, but maybe that's just as well. That way it's not as likely to happen again."

"Thanks. You want to have sex with the prettiest girl in Abbotsford. I do with the most handsome man in Abbotsford."

"Just in Abbotsford?"

"Let's say the handsomest man I know."

"I warn you, I'm bushed. You might have to do most of the work. Still willing?"

"You bet. Let's go to bed."