Something wasn’t right. The police had to be searching for someone. Why would they be looking toward her house? Or was it her imagination?
It was early afternoon when Jeannie’s phone rang. She plucked the handset from its cradle and spoke a low, “Hello.” Her voice carried a worried inflection.
“Hey, Babe, you sound kind of down.”
“I’m about to go batty, Jim.”
“What’s the problem?”
“I feel as though something bad is about to happen. I’m feeling that way more and more. Police cars keep driving by like they’re looking for something. What do you think it is?”
“Who knows? Can’t be us.”
“Where are you working?”
“Piedmont. I’ve been all over today.”
“What time will you be in?”
“I dunno. Probably about six. We get back to town, I’ll drop Matt off and then I’ll be home as quickly as I can.”
“I’ll be glad when you’re here. Every time I look outdoors, there’s another police car driving by. They keep driving up and down the alley, up and down. Out front, too. Maybe some criminal got loose.”
“Jeannie, your imagination is getting away.”
“No, Jim, I know what I see.”
“Hell, we’re not criminals, and the chance that some fugitive comes around our place is remote. Hang in there, Babe. Don’t let it get to you.”
“I wish I could,” murmured Jeannie, as she hung up the phone.
A visible noose was tightening. Every officer who would be involved with the arrest knew where the fugitive lived. Also, they knew he was driving a blue Ford pickup with identifying letters on each door. Some overzealous cop had already stopped a similar pickup and frightened an innocent citizen.
Sheriff’s department and police cars watched the home. They knew he wasn’t there. They did not know where he was and they did not know when he would return. Whenever, they would be ready. At the appropriate time, a dispatcher would phone just to be certain.
The hours ticked away, a minute at a time. Jeannie looked out the back door to see yet another car with a star on its door drive by. She hurried to the front but the street was empty. Just then, Andy came home from school. “Hi, Mom,” he called out. He headed for the living room and plopped down on a chair.
“How was your day?” Jeannie asked.
“It was okay.”
“You want something to eat?”
“No. Why’s a police car in the alley?”
Jeannie shivered. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “I just don’t know.”
The girls came in and went straight to their bedroom to change into play clothes. Soon Julie went outdoors with Andy to play.
They returned to the house and Julie said, “Mamma, there’s a police car out back. It looked like it wanted to turn in and then it went on. What’s it doing?”
Jeannie shook her head. “I don’t know.”
Some time later, Jimmy shuffled tiredly through the kitchen door. “Hey, Babe, how’s it going?” he asked.
She frowned. “Hon, you’re going to think I’m crazy now, but there’s one of those police cars parked outside in the back.”
“Aw, you’re worrying over nothing.”
Jeannie followed Jimmy into the living room. Suddenly the phone rang. Jimmy picked it up. “Is this Jimmy Taylor?” a man’s voice asked.
“That’s me.”
Jimmy heard a click as the line went dead. He replaced the handset. “Whoever it was, they hung up,” he said, puzzled. “Sounded like it was me they wanted to talk to, but then they hung up.”
Jeannie wondered, is this another omen?
Andy sat in a corner chair, eyeing his parents. Grownups were always getting upset over nothing. He shrugged and decided to go out back again and play. Three police cars were in the alley, pulling into their back yard. For a few moments, the boy stood and stared.
Inside, Jimmy dropped onto the couch, lit a cigarette and shared it with Jeannie. Only three remained in the pack. “I need to get some more,” he said.
“You want to pick up some fast food, too?” asked Jeannie. “I’ve been so worried something was going to happen that I didn’t take out anything for dinner.”
He squeezed her hand. “It’s okay, Babe. Let me rest a minute or two and then I’ll go out and get some burgers or something.”
Within moments there were traffic sounds out front. They looked at one another as they heard car doors slam and anxious voices.
“What the . . .?” Jimmy said.
Jeannie was first to reach the door and open it. She peered outside. A large man adjusting his rimless glasses stood there; others were nearby. Not one of them was smiling. “Is your husband home?” the man with the eyeglasses asked.
“He’s home.”
“Ask him to come out here, please.”
Jimmy pushed past Jeannie, out through the door. “What the devil’s going on?”
“Are you Jimmy Dale Taylor?”
“That’s me,” he said good-naturedly.
“Jimmy Taylor, you are under arrest for first degree murder on a warrant from Jackson County, Oregon.”
Jimmy’s half-smoked cigarette fell to the porch floor as his hands were wrenched behind his back by one of the police officers. Handcuffs were snapped onto his wrists.
Jimmy couldn’t believe what was happening. “There has to be some mistake,” he said. He caught one last look at a stunned Jeannie as he was assisted down the steps.
After being turned over to two other strangers and pushed into the back seat of a car, Jimmy heard a third man who had climbed into the front say, “The law requires that you be advised you have the right to remain silent; that anything you say can be used against you in a court of law; that you have the right to the presence of an attorney; and that if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you prior to any questioning if you so desire. Do you understand these rights?”
Jimmy could hear Jeannie protesting. Someone was screaming; it sounded like Julie. “Yeah, I understand.”
“I’m Peter Jones. Are you willing to talk to me?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever been in the State of Oregon?”
“No, never have.” Jimmy twisted his head trying to see what was happening in his front yard, but couldn’t.
“Were you born in Tennessee?”
“Yeah.”
“Would you be willing to talk to me about a homicide that occurred in 1967 in Jackson County, Oregon?”
Jimmy shrugged. “I don’t know anything to tell.”
Another man got in on the driver’s side and started the engine. As the car pulled away, visions of home and family were gradually pushed aside. The veil of time parted and Jimmy glimpsed a dark night on a jagged mountain peak, twenty-one years earlier. He was seeing events as though the nightmares were happening to someone else. Unfortunately for him, they weren’t.