Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 43

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 43

Saturday morning, I was thankful for Garrett’s call.  Gina was in town and wanted to talk.  Little Nathan had been up crying half the night, so I needed a break.  I guess Camilla did too since she left for work at 6:00 a.m., a good hour before anyone would show up for a haircut.

Garrett and Gina were waiting at his favorite back-corner table when I arrived at Pirates Cove shortly after 7:00.

“We’ve already ordered.  For you, a Southwestern Omelet with extra bacon.  You’ve probably had enough bull this week.”  Garrett could be assertive and a borderline ass, but I couldn’t argue against my favorite breakfast.

“Hi Gina.  Nice to see you.”  I said looking and smiling at the disheveled professor.

“Back at you detective.  Sorry for my appearance.  The bulls are down my way too.”

The three of us bantered back and forth about the early cold snap while Gloria made two trips with our food.

“I was sorry to hear about Kramer Dickson.  I know you two were working together.”  I said, wanting to be respectful.

“He’s why I asked Dad to invite you.  I figured you’d be interested in some back story.”

“I’m always interested in a good story, especially if it’s a little suspenseful.”

“Well, we’ll see.  Did you know that Adam Parker was like a father to Josh Wray?”  Gina asked.

“I assume you’re speaking of the young man murdered in Dayton, Tennessee and whose case is still unsolved as far as I know.”

“She is.”  Garrett said.  “Listen up.”

Gina took a bite of her biscuit and gravy and said, “Josh’s own father was in prison during his teenage years.  A local banker, Kurt Prescott, befriended the young man but it was Adam Parker the boy took to.  It seems Parker was instrumental in convincing the high school’s drama department to develop a play, a reenactment of the Scopes Monkey Trial.  Josh was a descendant of the original Scopes.”

This was old news to me, in part.  “I thought it was Kurt Prescott that was the main moving force behind the play?”  I asked.

“Kramer said it was Adam.  He had plans for widespread distribution.  Meaning, he wanted every school in Tennessee to put on the play.  Seems like he, with Josh’s help, had convinced a good number of high school students to participate in an intensive study.  On several occasions Adam, in a sense, had brought his lab to Dayton.  This is where it gets suspenseful.  At least a little.”

“Connor, drink your milk.”  Garrett often sounded like my father.

Gina continued.  “The local pastor, David Patterson, stirred up most of the locals.  He saw the play as heretical to his Christian faith, as did most of the townsfolk.  They didn’t believe in human evolution at all, rather God had created Adam ex nihilo, instantly, out of nothing, about six thousand years ago, then Eve from his rib, just like it says in Genesis.  It’s believed that David and his cousin, your own pastor Caleb Patterson, killed Josh Wray.  Of course, that has never been proven.”

Garrett wiped his mouth and said, “most folks would call it God’s will.  Maybe it is.  I suspect its fate or coincidence.”

“What’s that?”  I asked.

“How Adam Parker and Caleb Patterson wound up in the same town.  Gina, tell Connor.”

“Kramer thinks there is a connection.  He doesn’t know for sure which came first.  You know, the chicken or the egg dilemma.  But, one move, caused another move.  Kramer believed that after Adam was basically run out of Tennessee, David and Caleb plotted to get Caleb pastor at First Baptist Church of Christ.  When Adam was hired on at Snead College, Caleb was still a pastor in Prattville.”

I was confused.  “Why exactly would the two cousins care about Adam now that he was out of David’s hair?”

“Grudges run deep my friend.  You should know that.”  Gina said.

“I’m not exactly following you.”  I said.

“David’s daughter, Deanna, was an Adam Parker convert.  Some way Josh had convinced her, a classmate, to participate in Adam’s study.  It was a test of sorts he and Kramer developed that, at least the two hoped, would serve as the first push toward thinking.  In other words, it was like a dose of medicine, like a shot of adrenalin.  Kramer compared their little exam, a series of exams, to a needle penetrating through the skin and inside a person’s DNA to modify the gene or genes that enslaved the mind.”

“So, David, in a way lost his daughter and sought-after revenge?”  I asked.

“Kramer believed there was a connection between Adam’s death and Caleb Patterson.  Do you know that Adam was pushing the same thing here in Alabama?”  Gina asked.

“Meaning using students as guinea pigs for his study?” 

“Basically yes, but also promoting the Scopes Monkey Trial, rather, the reenactment.”

“Tell Connor about Paige and Natalie.”  Garrett said.

“As you know, these two young ladies befriended Adam.  Although they were already out of high school they tried their best to persuade their former drama teacher to present the Scopes play.  That got them in very hot water.  The girls were rather naive, I guess.  The teacher, Lawton Hawks, was a die-hard creationist.  They should have known he, as the science teacher who pushed his Noah’s Ark and young earth ideas, wouldn’t be receptive to a story about human evolution.  The whole thing erupted, and this was the beginning of the public attack on Adam Parker.  Of course, you can guess who partnered up with Lawton Hawks.”  Gina said.

“None other than Caleb Patterson?”  I asked.

“Yep.  Here’s the bottom line.  Southern Baptist Fundamentalists feel greatly threatened by real science.  In this regard, they are correct.  They should be threatened.  The truth of science destroys their beliefs, the ones that make naturalistic claims, like how we as humans got here and how old the earth is.  Now, the bottom line.  Kramer believed that Adam Parker’s death could have almost naturally flowed from the now-old science vs. religion controversy.”

“One final question before I have to go.”  For some reason I was in a hurry to walk across the street to the office and dig once again into Adam’s journals.  “What became of Deanna Patterson?”  I wasn’t sure why I asked this, why this was relevant in any sense.

Gina took the last bite of her biscuit and gravy, pushed back her plate and said, “That’s another interesting fact.  I did promise suspense, didn’t I?  She was killed in a car accident a couple of years ago outside Decatur, Tennessee.  It was late on a Sunday afternoon.  She was returning to Knoxville and the University of Tennessee where she was a Biology student.”  Gina answered.

“Maybe just one more question.”  I said, knowing I had veered off the rails of anything relevant.  “Was she still a Southern Baptist Fundamentalist like her father when she died?” 

“Not at all.  It seems Adam and Kramer’s study had opened her eyes and mind, had turned on her curiosity.  She started asking questions.  You know that’s deadly to the Christian faith.”

Garrett insisted he buy my breakfast.  I thanked Gina and again shared my sympathy over the loss of her colleague.   I walked across the street to the office and sat down at Blair’s computer.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 42

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 42

It had been a long three weeks.  I hated waiting, and it seemed all I had done was sit around and twiddle my thumbs, helpless.  Sitting, pondering, and worrying about Natalie who had been in the hospital for over a week with high blood pressure and a baby refusing to make its first appearance.  And, contemplating what would be learned at Jake Stone’s preliminary hearing which was set for this afternoon.

The Tuesday after the Nissan van was seized Mark had asked me to meet with him and Marshall County District Attorney Charles Abbott to discuss Jake Stone.  Mark believed I might be helpful in persuading Abbott to arrest Stone.  After watching Dean Naylor’s video, reading Dr. Culbert’s affidavit describing his ordeal and belief Stone had been one of his callers, and my detailed account of the tan-colored van, DA Abbott had asked Mark and me to go with him to see Judge Broadside for consultation.  That meeting had ended with Abbott’s decision to have Mark arrest Jake Stone.  That was twenty days ago and today is the deadline for Stone’s preliminary hearing and a formal finding of probable cause to justify the arrest.  Otherwise, the Sheriff is required to release him from jail.

Natalie’s condition is known as preeclampsia, a condition that can be fatal if not properly treated.  It had taken her doctor and the hospital all week to get her high blood pressure under control and to lower both the swelling in her hands and feet, and the protein level in her urine.  This condition had delayed the birth of her baby, which was now nearly two weeks past due.  If her stability continued, the plan was for a Cesarean section to be performed later today.

At 1:30 p.m., Mark and I again met with DA Abbott, just minutes before the start of Stone’s preliminary hearing.  Abbott reviewed with us the Department of Forensic Sciences report on the Nissan van.  The report had arrived just this morning and Abbott was confident Judge Broadside would find probably cause against Jake Stone. A few minutes before two o’clock the three of us walked down the hall to the Courtroom.

Abbott first called Dean Naylor to authenticate the Snead College video recording.  He was then dismissed, and I was called to identify the persons being shown on the Courtroom’s big screen TV.  I could only testify as to Adam Parker and Lawton Hawks, and had to deny knowledge of the third man shown.  I was however able to make a strong case the tan-colored van had been owned at the time by Jake Stone.  Mark then testified the VIN of the van seized during execution of the search warrant was the same as that on the title Sam at Sand Mountain Transmission had provided and Abbott had offered into evidence.  The technician from Forensic Sciences confirmed receiving and inspecting a 1985 Nissan Quest van with the same VIN number.  All this set the stage for Dr. Karen Alford’s testimony.

What I heard produced mixed feelings.  I was sad for Marissa but was once again impressed with the perfectionism of Adam Parker.  Abbott, through Alford, a scientist with the Department, offered one small paper receipt.  It was no doubt from Adam.  Alford described that it was found under the carpet in the back of the van, along the edge next to the driver’s side seat.  From Mark’s photos, I had seen the only two seats remaining in the van were the front two.  The rear seats had been removed at some point.  Judge Broadside interrupted the testimony and had Abbot replay the portion of the video tape that clearly showed Adam returning to Snead College carrying a Zaxbys bag.  Alford testified she found an unusual amount of Adam’s DNA on the front side of the receipt.  In her professional opinion, Adam had simply licked the receipt right before hiding it under the van’s carpet. 

Abbott went on to ask Alford a hypothetical question: would Adam have been conscious enough and physically able enough after being injected with a large dose of Cyanide poisoning to manage and manipulate himself and the receipt, all while dying?  Stone’s attorney, Trevor Nixon, Dalton’s partner, who Stone had hired, did not object.  He already knew that DA Abbott had the autopsy report that had been prepared after Adam’s body was exhumed.

Although Judge Broadside would not allow Abbott to offer Dr. Culbert’s affidavit, he still found probable cause in the case of the State of Alabama vs. Jake Tyler Stone.  Finally, some official headway had been made towards resolving the mysterious death of Adam Parker.

After the hearing, I drove to Marshall Medical Center South and found Camilla and Emily, along with Sandra Goble, and Paige and Peyton Todd waiting on news from the delivery room.  The hope was high, even given the circumstances of the baby’s father, that Natalie would soon deliver a healthy baby boy.  After her sonogram over six months ago Natalie had accepted the fact the male Williams dynasty would have two chances to continue, Reece and his eagerly awaited step-brother.

The delivery went perfect and Nathan Goble made his debut.  At 7:30 p.m., I walked to the cafeteria and saw Peyton and Paige eating a late dinner.  Paige saw me and motioned for me to join them.  I had never spoken with her mother, but she smiled, and I took that as a mother’s approval.

Paige asked me if Natalie and Nathan would be returning to Hickory Hollow after they were discharged from Marshall Medical.  I told her they were welcome, but the decision was ultimately up to Natalie.  Peyton had asked me about the status of Jake when Sandra Goble came in and told Paige Natalie wanted to see her.  The two of them left Peyton and me in the cafeteria.

“Steven keeps me updated on the Adam Parker investigation.”  I was surprised by her statement and felt emboldened.

“Don’t be offended but I have to ask you about your relationship with Steven.  I suspect he has told you that Joe and I, Joe works for me, have invested a lot of time trying to determine if you and Steven were having an affair.”

“No doubt it would have looked like that, probably still does.  But, that’s not what happened.  We became friends back last fall.  It was weird that we both sided through Facebook with Adam Parker.  One thing led to another and before we knew it we were doing a little investigating on our own.  You know I’m Kurt Prescott’s executive assistant.  He’s rather intriguing in many ways.”

“How so?”  I wanted her to keep talking.  I wanted to know more about Prescott.

“I can’t afford to lose my job.  Can you keep this confidential?”

“I can.”  I said.

“Kurt doesn’t know that I know but he made a large transfer out of one of Roger Williams accounts.  I’ve seen the authorization form and it’s not Roger’s handwriting.  This was several months ago.”

“Who was the money sent to?  The transfer?”  I asked.

A bank over in Georgia, Smyrna Georgia.  I can’t remember the person’s name.  A woman I think.”  Peyton said.

“I’m curious.  How did you learn this?  In other words, what would make you look at bank transfers, whether a customer made them, or a bank officer made them?”  I asked.

“Normally, I wouldn’t have been interested, but one day I heard Kurt talking on the phone.  He was on his cell phone and it was after closing.  He was in the Bank’s kitchen and thought everyone had gone except me and thought I had gone downstairs for the daily balance report.  All I heard was, ‘I can backdate the transfer before the statements run.’  The word ‘backdate’ got my attention because that is a no-no of no-no’s in the banking industry.  I have access to the wire transfers report.  The next day there was a million dollars transferred from one of Roger Williams’ accounts.  I went to accounting and located the physical authorization form.  Written authorization is required for all outgoing wires.  There was no doubt the signature didn’t match Roger Williams.  I’m not saying it was way off, but I had seen his signature enough to know that he didn’t make a ‘W’ like I was seeing on the form.”

Peyton got a call a few minutes later and had to leave.  She said it would be okay to call her if I had any more questions.

I walked back up to the third floor to see Natalie again before heading to Hickory Hollow.  During the drive home, Camilla knew I was preoccupied and seemed a little pissed.  I was smart enough to know it was in my personal and best interest to set aside the latest twist in the Adam Parker investigation.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 41

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 41

I was getting too old to function with only seven hours of sleep in two days.  After leaving Meadowlark on Saturday morning I had called Mark Hale.  It had taken him until late Sunday afternoon to secure a search warrant for Roger’s horse farm.  If it hadn’t been for Mark and Tony’s persistence and their willingness to sit along Lackey Gap Road outside Roger’s gate, significant evidence would have been lost.  At midnight Saturday night, Jake Stone and Carlton Ennis had showed up in a rollback, along with two of Ennis’ buddies in his old beat-up Chevrolet.  Mark and Tony’s presence and Jake’s awareness of at least a temporary checkmate kept the premises safe until late yesterday.

As I had hoped, Mark and Tony and a host of Marshall County Sheriff’s deputies, assisted by Etowah County deputies, discovered the aging 1985 Nissan Quest van buried under tons of Coastal Bermuda hay.  The van was transported to the Department of Forensic Sciences in Montgomery.  I had given Mark a copy of the title I had obtained from Sam at Sand Mountain Transmission.  It was Camilla’s old van, and most likely the one used in transporting the dead body of Adam Parker.

If all this wasn’t enough excitement for one weekend, it was something else that kept me up so late last night.  Joe had returned from Dayton, Tennessee.  I had sent him there over ten days ago.  Up until yesterday, all he had been able to do was confirm a few things from Marissa’s email.  Finally, last night, about the time Mark was pulling back the rawhide tarp laying across Jake Stone’s Nissan van, Joe had finally convinced Deborah Wray to confide in him and reveal a long-buried secret.

Her love affair with Pastor David Patterson had been kept as quiet as the Scopes Monkey Trial had been made public.  Sometimes, but not often, two people meet, two people virtually opposite in beliefs and backgrounds, and there is a romantic spark that blinds the mind and heart to tradition and expectation.  David and Deborah were two such people.

“How on earth did you get her to open up like this?”  I had asked Joe.  It was almost 2:00 a.m. when he called and asked to meet.  I had agreed since my adrenal wouldn’t let me close my eyes after hearing the news from Mark.

“I’m a little ashamed to say, but I used the death of her only child, Josh, and the fact his case had never been solved.  I went out on a limb when I told her that we believed there was some connection between Kurt Prescott and Josh’s death.”  Joe’s statement was about as clear as my head had been right after Jake Stone had landed his hard right across the left side of my head.

Joe’s statement to Deborah had, luckily for us, been the trigger she needed.  She shared how her, and Kurt had made a deal.  She had something on him, and he had something on her.  They two of them had become acquainted because of Kurt’s involvement with Rhea County High School and particularly his and Josh’s budding friendship.

Someway, through Josh, Deborah had learned that Kurt had a secret life of his own.  He was working as a set of hidden eyes and ears for his cousin, the then U.S. Congressman Lamar Kilpatrick.  Apparently, he was being groomed as an agent for the CIA, and not surprisingly, this was being kept under wraps.  All Deborah had learned for sure from Josh was that Kurt spent most every Sunday afternoon in Knoxville with his cousin.  Josh had gone along for the ride on several occasions.  Once, he had seen the cover of a report Lamar had given Kurt.  It had read something like, “Evolutionary Psychology: Diffusing the Bomb.”   Josh had confronted Kurt about it and he had dismissed it as “Lamar loves writing science fiction.  He just finished a new story.”

Deborah had not been sure how Kurt had found out about her and Pastor Patterson.  She said that she didn’t believe it would have come from Josh, that as far as she knew, he didn’t know anything about the three-year affair.  One thing that caught Joe’s attention was what she had learned after Josh’s death and Kurt had moved away.  David had shared with her that Kurt was a member of his church and had become friends.  Kurt had shared some intimate things, things related to what had likely happened to Josh and why he, Kurt, was moving to Boaz, Alabama.  The smoking gun was, according to Deborah’s knowledge, acquired through her lover, Pastor David Patterson, that Kurt’s Sand Mountain Bank venture was all a ruse.  Someway, he had been persuaded by his cousin, Lamar, to follow Adam Parker to Boaz.

After Joe and I finished our conversation around 2:30 a.m., I sat in my study and recalled what Marissa had said in her email over ten days ago.  “Is Kurt Prescott who he says he is?”  There was something else she had said but I couldn’t quite frame it.  I booted up my computer and located Marissa’s email.  Right at the end, she had written, “Dad said in his journal that he had mixed feelings about him [referring to Kurt].  That he was very supportive of his and Kramer Dickson’s work, but that he also was chummy with Pastor David Patterson.”

Joe’s investigation spawned a ton of questions, but they really had provided only one full answer.  For the first time, I realized more than one person or group of persons had a motivation to get rid of Adam Parker.

A few minutes before noon Blair stuck her head inside the door to my office.  “Don’t forget your lunch with Garrett.”  I was glad she had reminded me.  I had been sitting here nearly all morning reviewing the events of a long and eventful weekend and had lost all track of time.

I walked across the street to Pirates Cove and met Garrett coming out the front door.

“Connor, I’m sorry but I can’t stay.  Gina just called and said that Kramer Dickson has been killed in a car accident.  She’s very upset and I’m driving to Birmingham to be with her.”

I told him I understood and returned to the office with my gut telling me that it was unlikely that Dickson’s death was an accident.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 40

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 40

The sun was beaming through the open curtains when I was awakened to a vibrating phone.  I noticed it was nearly 8:00 a.m.  Camilla wasn’t in bed although she didn’t have to work today.  It was Blair.

“Good morning Blair.”  My voice was naturally deep.  Especially, from having not said a word since right before midnight.

“Are you still in bed?”

“Just getting up.  Long week.  What’s up?  It’s still early.”  I said, now sitting on the side of the bed.  Still naked.

“Brilliant me brought Adam’s little baby home with me for the weekend.  Unlike you, it couldn’t sleep past seven.  Roger and Jake are both on the move.”  Blair went on to tell me that Jake started things off in his Tahoe going to Grumpy’s Diner for breakfast.  On the way he had called Roger who was apparently in Guntersville at his lake house.  They agreed to meet at 10:00 at a place called Meadowlark. 

“That’s Roger’s horse farm.”  I said.

“Connor, is it too much to ask for you to babysit the iPad for a few hours?  Mom and I had planned on going to the Gadsden Mall.”

“I was about to say I would come get the iPad.  I need to listen in.  This could be significant.  Can you leave the iPad on my desk?  Say, in twenty minutes?”  I asked.

“Consider it done.  Let me know if you want me to keep it the rest of the weekend.”

“I will and thanks for calling.”

By 8:45, I was at the office sitting at my desk listening to Jake’s earlier call to Roger.  I was glad the Open Curtains App stored the phone conversations for later review.  Apparently, Jake had made a phone call last night too.  Blair missed this notification or had ignored it.  I didn’t blame her, given the frequency of one of the six vehicles involved.  This time, Stone was in his police cruiser.  It was a quick call and all he said after a male voice answered was, “He’s at the lake house and I’m going to do my best to meet him in the morning.”

The male voice responded, “do whatever you need to do to get him on board.  My noose is tightening.”

I had replayed this conversation twice when Adam’s iPad chirped.  This time it was Roger.  I was thankful he was in his Cadillac.  This reminded me that I had been negligent in not someway attaching an Open Curtains device to his F250 Ford pickup.  I had seen him driving it at least two times in the past week.

“Stone, it’ll be 10:30 before I’ll be there.  Got to run by the office first.”   This was Roger calling Stone who could have been anywhere.

“Okay but be there.  This is important.”  Speaker phones must have been invented by a detective.

It was now 9:15 and I had sat long enough.  I decided to drive past Jake Stone’s house on Tami Street to see if he was home. 

Ten minutes later I learned he wasn’t, but his police cruiser and another car I figured was Sandra’s was parked in the driveway.  There was no sign of Jake and his black Tahoe.

I drove to McDonald’s and bought a cup of coffee and two sausage and egg burritos from the drive-through and parked facing Highway 168.

As I ate and waited I recalled how helpful Marissa had been, and generous.  She was the one who had discovered the invoice for the Verizon service contract for Adam’s iPad.  If she hadn’t continued paying the $69.00 every month I wouldn’t be able to listen live unless I was connected to a Wi-Fi.

A few minutes before 10:00 I walked inside McDonald’s and relived myself of some coffee.  When I returned to my truck I learned Roger was on the move.  For ten minutes no conversation.  I switched to GPS mode and saw he was halfway between Guntersville and Albertville on Highway 205.  I watched his blue dot all the way to the Boaz Industrial Park.  Roger parked and spent maybe five or six minutes inside his office building before he started rolling again.  When he turned left off Highway 168 onto Highway 179 the App chirped.  This was it’s signal there was an active audio recording in progress.  I switched the App and picked up the conversation.  I could re-listen to the first part later.

“… damn better help him.”  Not Roger.

“Why in the hell haven’t you told me this earlier.”  Roger.

“I didn’t know until Russell confessed to me last night.”  Now, I knew the voice coming through Roger’s speaker.  It was Alex.

By now I was approaching the turn to 179. 

“I’m headed right now to meet Stone.”  Roger.

“Watch him.  He’ll try to bleed you.”  Alex.

“I will.  Talk later.”  Roger.

It took another six or seven minutes for Roger to reach Meadowlark farms.  According to his blue dot I was about a half-mile behind him.  When he was at the driveway I hung back right over the hill less than two hundred yards from the entrance.  This wouldn’t have worked if Jake had taken the same route.  When I left McDonald’s, I noticed he was approaching from Aurora Road. 

From Roger’s device: “I’m here.”

From Jake’s device: “I’m two minutes away.”

Soon, I saw Stone’s Tahoe top the hill from the opposite direction and turn right and pass through Meadowlark’s gate.  I didn’t think he would have noticed me sitting this far away.

I didn’t know exactly why I was here.  The two men would park beside each other at the horse barn and exit their vehicles.  It would be doubtful I would hear anything.  After ten minutes I knew I was right.  Nothing, not a word.  I stayed put for another few minutes.  Then, I saw both vehicles, Roger’s Cadillac and Stone’s Tahoe pull out.  They turned towards Aurora Road.  I hadn’t planned what I would have done if they had come towards me.  Still no conversations but they topped the far hill and were out of sight.  I sat a few more minutes and drove to the gate.

Looking back, it was a stupid thing to do.  I turned into the driveway and pulled up to the barn.  A long half-mile plus from the gate.  It looked like I could drive all around the barn but instead I got out of my truck and walked inside the center hallway seeing and hearing gorgeous horses leaning out of their stalls.  I walked three or four hundred feet, past an area marked, ‘showers’ and started to turn back.  Across from the showers was an open door leading outside.  When I exited the building on the east side I saw a large hay barn. 

I walked the fifty or so yards.  The barn was filled with hundreds of square bales of Coastal Bermuda hay.  I knew the sight and smell from my growing up years at Hickory Hollow.  Just as I was about to return to the horse barn and on to my truck I noticed the edge of a rawhide tarp laying over the edge of a bale of hay towards the back and center of the hay barn.  Curiosity got me, and I walked to it.  The way the hay was stacked, all I could see after lifting the tarp was a chrome bumper.  I had moved five or six bales when I heard someone yelling from behind.

I turned and saw Jake Stone coming towards me from the horse barn.  “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just hanging out hoping to sign up for some riding lessons.”  I thought why not.  Why not be a comedian.  I might as well have a little fun.  I was caught trespassing dead to rights.

“You thought I didn’t see you sitting there in your blue ford truck and the pretty little Auburn Tiger tag on your front bumper.”

“Saban had some trouble with my Tigers, didn’t he?”  I said as Stone entered the front of the hay barn.

“Ford, you ain’t as smart as you think you are.  You thought my Tahoe carried me out of here.  Well, you didn’t figure I’d let Carlton Ennis go for a little ride with Roger tailing him close behind.”

I had to ask.  “What you got buried under this mountain of hay?  I bet I could guess.  You want me to try?”   Stone kept coming at me.  With clinched fists.  I felt a little rumble brewing.

“You’re trespassing, and I could arrest you.”

“I doubt you will.  Might bring some unwanted attention on your extra-curricular activities, including the murder of Adam Parker.”

“Ford, you don’t have a clue what you’re saying.”  Stone was now in my space.  Standing nearly nose to nose.  “You need a good ass-whooping and I’m just the one to deal it out.”

“You won’t have to go looking far.  I’m right here.  I could smell alcohol on his breath.  He was sweating profusely.  I didn’t get a chance to finish my statement.  He was quicker than I expected.  Two hands came up under my chest and I fell back and hit my head on the now exposed car bumper.

“Get up you piece of shit.”  Stone used clear and concise language.

I was dazed but got up.  I was thankful he didn’t kick me in the teeth as I clawed my way up.  But, he did land a hard right across the left side of my face and I fell back again.  This time not going all the way down again.  A car horn blared.  It probably saved me a little embarrassment.  It was Stone’s black Tahoe.

Carlton Ennis got out of the driver’s side and looked our way, turned and walked inside the horse barn.  He yelled over his shoulder.  “Your beer’s in the front seat.”  Apparently, Stone had sent him on a little errand while he waited in the shadows for me to do a little snooping around. 

“I ought to put a bullet in your head and feed you to the wolves.”  Stone turned back to me and said.

“I think I’d prefer cyanide poisoning.  Like you used with Adam Parker.”  I said hoping to either piss Stone off some more or, if super lucky, get him to make an admission of sorts.  Either way, I hoped we could get back to our little rumble.

“Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.” Stone said.

“What’d you and Roger talk about?  He going to be Russell’s savior once again?”  I realized when the words left my lips I shouldn’t have said a thing.  Here I was confessing, albeit indirectly, to something I knew.  Stone didn’t need even a hint that I knew anything about Russell’s involvement in the falsification of Parker’s autopsy.

“We met to talk horses.  Now, get.”

This time I didn’t argue.  I pushed my way past Stone, walked to my truck, and drove to Hickory Hollow, thinking of nothing but how I was going to determine if the rawhide tarp was hiding a 1985 tan-colored Nissan Quest van.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 39

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 39

 Bobby Sorrells had once told me that everything I needed to solve a case was closer than I could imagine.  He had gone on to say that key evidence is like air molecules, it’s floating all around us. 

About a week ago Camilla and I were sitting out on the back porch where I had tried, unsuccessfully, to crawl in the hammock with her.  She said that just because she was lying down wasn’t necessarily a signal she wanted me to join her.  For some reason our little exchange had triggered a memory.  She said that just because a girl drives a van doesn’t mean she is looking for a shagging.  It was an odd statement for Camilla to make.  I had almost let it go but curiosity got the best of me.  I asked her was she thinking about buying a van.  She said no, but she had one in high school. 

The air molecules were floating around.  From my continued probing Camilla revealed that her father had given her a van on her sixteenth birthday.  That was May 11, 2001.  The van was a 1998 Nissan Quest and it was tan-colored.  She had driven it throughout the remainder of high school and halfway through nursing school at UAB.  Around 2005 or 2006 the van started giving her trouble and her father had helped her buy a used Impala.  Camilla didn’t know what had happened to the van but figured her father had eventually sold it.

I had spent the past week, off and on, trying to learn what Lawton Hawks had done with Camilla’s van.  I knew it had to be more than a coincidence that the van used to deliver the dead Adam Parker back to Snead College and his parked car was also a tan-colored Nissan Quest van.  Darlene, Camilla’s mother, had been helpful.  She recalled that Lawton had kept the van parked in their back yard (this was before they divorced) for months and finally carried it to Sand Mountain Transmission.  They put a new transmission in it but Lawton wouldn’t ever go pick it up and pay for it. 

I had gone to Sand Mountain Transmission and learned that after they had threatened to sue Lawton he had titled the car to them for a $1,000, and they had eventually sold it.  When I asked him who bought it, Sam told me, in colorful language “that asshole cop, Stone, Jake Stone bought it.”  Again, the air molecules had pushed some evidence my way.  Now, I wasn’t for certain, but it seemed the old Nissan van used to transport the dead Adam Parker was owned by Jake Stone.  I was surprised that Sam had been able to give me a copy of the van’s title.  He was that much like Adam, both good record-keepers.

Right before lunch Blair paged me and said that Erica Williams was here and would like to see me.  Finally.  It had been almost two weeks since I had met with her.  I told Blair to bring her to the conference room.

“Hey Erica.  How are you?”  I asked as I pulled out a chair for her.

She put her purse on the floor and sat down.  I couldn’t help but notice her windblown look: independent hair and a blistered face.  I also noticed her sun-tanned legs supporting nicely fitting short pants.  I could have gotten distracted.  Then she spoke.  “First, I want to apologize.  I know I promised to call you last week.  Reece and I have been in Gulf Shores for nearly two weeks.  I just had to get away.  Alex didn’t take the news very well.”

“You told him you were leaving him?”  I asked.

“Yes.”

“I hope the trip was good for you and your son.  How’s he making it?”

“Better.  I think.  But, he still talks nearly non-stop about Emma and Ella.  For a seven-year-old, in many ways, he’s stronger than I am.”

“What are your plans?”

“Mom and Dad want me to come home.  That’s not going to happen.”

“Where’s home?”

“Fayette, Alabama.  The arm-pit of west Alabama.  Poor, poor area.  There’s no future there for Reece.  Me either.”

“How did you and Alex meet?  If you don’t mind me asking.”

“At Tuscaloosa.  I could never have gone to college without my scholarship.  We met freshman year in an English class.  Him, the confident, outgoing, girl-chaser.  Me, the homely little country girl.  If the professor hadn’t made the students sit in alphabetic order I would have never crossed his radar.  Erica Willette.”

“You must be a comedian because you are the furthest thing from homely.  I hope you don’t take that as being too forward.”  I said.

“Thanks for the compliment.  You’re sweet.  And, probably busy or ready for lunch.  I just wanted to come by and apologize.  Oh, I also wanted to give you this.”  She reached down to the floor for the large purse she had brought in.”  It’s today’s Gadsden Times.  I wanted to make sure you saw an article that might strike your fancy.”

Erica opened the newspaper to the fifth page and folded it over.  The article was titled, “Glock Siblings Visit Boaz.”  I scanned it, learning that Gaston and Ginny Glock, brother and sister, had visited Boaz yesterday to work out the final details for the upcoming ground breaking for their multi-million-dollar facility to be built in the Boaz Industrial Park next door to the Rand Corp.  I figured the Sand Mountain Reporter would also have something to say about this, but it wouldn’t arrive until after Blair picked it up at the Post Office during her lunch hour.  Also, I should have already heard this from Garrett, but he had to bail out on breakfast this morning.  Sick stomach.

“The article mentioned all three of the Williams’ being present: Roger, Alex, and Russell.  Question.  I have heard that Russell and Gaston were or are friends, that Russell worked for Glock in Smyrna.  Right?”  I asked.

“It’s kind of a long story but I’ll summarize.  Several years ago, Russell met Ginny, Gaston’s sister, at a drug rehab facility in Cave Springs, Georgia.  Obviously, they both had a drug problem.  The two hit it off and Virginia, she goes by Ginny, introduced Russell to her brother.  A year or so later, Gaston offered Russell a job at their Smyrna, Georgia plant.  That’s the short of it and you can easily conclude that’s how Alex got a door into Glock Manufacturing.”

“That’s a little surprising given the bad blood between Russell and Alex.  At least, that’s what I’ve heard.  Has the Glock project smoothed that over, or did I just hear a rumor?”

“It’s a lot more than rumor.  The competition, maybe even hatred, runs deep.  Roger always favored Alex.  He was smart enough to recognize his meal ticket and future opportunities lay with his father.  Rich Roger.  Russell, as the wild child, always butted heads with Roger.  This didn’t mean Roger didn’t help Russell.  If it hadn’t been for Roger, Russell would probably still be in prison from drug charges.  The big divide came when Roger updated his will and estate plan and pretty much cut Russell out.  With one stipulation.  He had to prove himself.  After the Glock project set sail it looked like, even to Alex, that Russell had earned his wings so to speak.  But Roger didn’t see it that way.  I truly don’t know who Russell hates more.  Roger or Alex.  All three are trying to keep things halfway civil until the Glock deal is final.”

“I thought it was final.”  I said.

“I don’t think the money has changed hands.”

“You’re speaking of payment for the ten acres Roger sold Glock?”  I asked.

“You sure are gullible for a private detective.”  Erica said revealing her beautiful smile.

“How so?”

“I suppose it shouldn’t be public knowledge, but Glock is set to make, let’s say, a significant contribution to Alex’s political campaign.  And, I don’t know for sure, but I would bet there is a pile a money for Alex, all of them, if Glock gets the contract to arm every public-school teacher in America.”

I was about to ask Erica more about the controversy between Alex and Russell when her iPhone vibrated.  “Sorry, I’m going to have to go.”

“Problem?”  I asked.

“No, it’s my mother.  She’s out in the car with Reece and he’s ready for lunch.  Mother really doesn’t know how to manage him without me around.”

“Good to hear your mom’s in town.”

“Thanks.  She’s a fish out of water around the Williams’ but her and Dad are about the only people in the world I can trust.”

“I hope to earn your trust.  Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you.”  I said as I walked Erica out the back door of the office.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 38

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 38

 I had read Marissa’s email at least half a dozen times.  I wanted to talk with her and ask twice as many questions, but she was unavailable until later tomorrow afternoon.  At the beginning of her email she had said that since today is the seventeenth anniversary of the worst foreign attack on American soil since the bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941, her department was spending two days, along with their students, in a prayer vigil at a place called The Retreat at Center Hill Lake, located a little over an hour east of Nashville in a town called Smithville.

In her email Marissa had mentioned a recent trip she had taken to Dayton, Tennessee.  She said she had decided to visit the area where the Scopes Monkey Trial had taken place because of her father’s frequent trips there when he was teaching in Knoxville at the University of Tennessee, and because of something she had found in the Evernote database.  There, Adam had written about how Kurt Prescott had been instrumental in having the drama department at Rhea County High School reenact the Scopes Monkey Trial.  This had started in 2012, and became an annual end-of-the-school-year event.

Adam had written about how the local and statewide controversy over the play had grown every year, with Southern Baptists leading the opposition.  One thing that fueled the controversy was a young man named Josh Wray.  Marissa shared a detailed genealogy.  In short, he was the great-great grandson of John Thomas Scopes, the substitute high school teacher who in 1925 had been charged with violating Tennessee’s Butler Act, which had made it unlawful to teach human evolution in any state-funded school.  Josh Wray was the son of Deborah Scopes Wray, the great-granddaughter of John T. Scopes.

Two hours before high school senior Josh Wray, as John T. Scopes, was set to take the stage in his final reenactment of the Scopes Monkey Trial, he was found dead outside the Rhea County High School cafeteria.  He had been shot once in the head with a Glock nine-millimeter.

Adam Parker had taken great pains to journal the relationship between Josh Wray and Kurt Prescott.  Kurt was an active volunteer at Rhea County High School when Josh was in the ninth grade.  He visited the school on a weekly basis to encourage students, particularly seniors, to make reading a top priority.  It seems, with the insistence and encouragement from Deborah Wray, Kurt went out of his way to connect with the rebellious Josh.  After learning about Josh’s family background Kurt was instrumental in the formation of a Humanist Club at the high school.  With Josh’s help, the Club grew and persuaded the School’s drama department to develop the Scopes Monkey Trial reenactment. 

At three points during her email Marissa apologized for its length.  She had said she was attempting to provide a thorough abbreviation of her father’s ten-page journal entry.  He had detailed an accounting of the events that had taken place during the weekend of May 25, 2014, beginning with two days of public protest prior to the Friday night Scopes trial reenactment. 

One thing that had caught Marissa’s attention was a man named David Patterson.  Adam had provided the names of every preacher who had spoken at a town square gathering on Thursday night the 23rd.  David was the pastor of First Baptist Church of Dayton.  His cousin, from Alabama, also spoke.  Marissa had remembered me mentioning my own pastor, Caleb Patterson, after the Saturday First Baptist Church of Christ creationism debate between Gina Lane and Alex Williams.  Caleb and David were first cousins.  Caleb as pastor, along with three of his deacons, had driven up from their church, First Baptist Church of Prattville, Alabama, to support David and all the other Southern Baptists.

If it hadn’t been for Adam’s perfectionism in creating such a detailed record of the events that weekend, Marissa and I would likely have never known that both David and Caleb had been the initial suspects in the murder of Josh Wray.  It seems, if it hadn’t been for the influence of Lamar Kilpatrick, the two would have been formally charged.  As it happened, the two were only informally questioned by the County Sheriff.  Kilpatrick was in town that weekend as keynote speaker at Sunday afternoon’s baccalaureate service.  Kilpatrick was a four-term U.S. Congressmen from the Knoxville area.

Marissa’s next sentence, in all caps and bold lettering read: “LAMAR KILPATRICK IS KURT PRESCOTT’S FIRST COUSIN.”  Then she wrote, “as you know, less than six weeks ago President Kane appointed this same Lamar Kilpatrick as Director of the CIA.”  In parenthesis she had written: (“Lamar has worked for the CIA as an agent since shortly before Josh Wray was killed.”).  She ended her email with a question and a brief comment: “Is Kurt Prescott who he says he is?  Dad said in his journal that he had mixed feelings about him.  That he was very supportive of his and Kramer Dickson’s work, but that he also was chummy with Pastor David Patterson.”

Every time I reread Marissa’s email the more confused I became.  It may have been a secondary thought I had been having all day.  Erica Williams had told me last Thursday, five days ago, she would call me today.  It was now nearly five and I had not heard from her.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 37

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 37

 I had spent all afternoon in the war room.  Two days ago, Blair had received a call from Marissa who relayed something she had discovered in the Evernote database.  At the time I didn’t know that she even had access, but Blair explained how she had shared the password with Marissa a few weeks ago.  I had come down hard on Blair about making these type decisions without my input but had been too excited about Marissa’s discovery to stay mad at Blair.

After nearly three hours staring at four walls, drawing lines, and moving index cards around, I concluded Marissa was right.  Roger Williams had a very big reason to spend nearly a million and a half dollars to get rid of Adam Parker.  Adam Parker had written about it in one of his journals.  It seemed Glock had multi-billion reasons to court Alex Williams.  He appeared to be the key to securing nationwide gun sales if the U.S. Department of Justice approved the Glock 34.  Seth Jeffers, as U.S. Attorney General was a former senator from Alabama and good friends with Alex and Roger Williams.  From what Adam had written, he believed that it was simply a matter of time before President Kane issued an Executive Order requiring all teachers to be trained and armed.  Alex had someway caught the attention and support of the President with his bold move in Alabama offering similar legislation.  Adam was convinced that Alex was in for a windfall kickback from Glock if they were approved as the only weapon supplier for teachers across America.

A few minutes after five Blair knocked on my door and said she was leaving.  I came out and followed her out to the rear parking lot apologizing for being so hard on her about giving the password to Marissa.  I tried my best to assure her how much I appreciated her tireless efforts towards resolving the Adam Parker investigation.  As she got in her car she smiled at me and said, “I now see that even a client herself might need investigating.”  She drove away, and I pondered her statement as I walked back to the office.

Just as I reached for the door handle I heard a car horn.  I turned and didn’t recognize the car pulling into the parking lot.  When the car stopped ten feet from our back door stoop I recognized the driver as Erica Williams.  What on earth was she doing here?

She rolled down her window.  “Mr. Ford, can we talk?”

I agreed wholeheartedly and invited her in.  We sat down in the conference room.  It was the closest I had been to her since I met her the first time at the Snead College cafeteria after hearing her husband speak.  Then, she looked ten years younger.  Even though she was still a beautiful woman, her eyes revealed her heart.  It was apparent her makeup was losing its battle with the crow’s feet inching from her eyes.  If ever there was a competition for a look of general sadness in a woman’s face, Erica Williams took top place.

“Mr. Ford, I suspect you are surprised I am here.  In a way, I am too.”

“Please call me Connor.  I’m not surprised.  I’m shocked.”

“Before I explain, I want you to know I am here to help you if I can.  It’s been nearly two weeks since I had to say my goodbyes to my precious daughters.  I’ve been and continue to be a wreck.  But, one thing I know is that I’m leaving Alex Williams.  I’ve had enough.  I owe it to Emma and Ella, and to Reece.”

I really didn’t know what to say.  One side of me wanted to ask her a million questions but I also could feel her pain and felt I needed to listen as much as possible.  “Erica, please know I’ve never had anything hit me so hard as the death of your adorable daughters.  I think it had something to do with hearing them sing at the Independence Day celebration at church back in July.  I can’t imagine how difficult it has been.  You are a strong woman to have survived the funeral.  It was so emotionally traumatic.  Please know Camilla and I have been devastated over your loss.”

“Thank you for that.  Funny you mention the funeral.  Looking back, I think that was when I subconsciously made the decision to leave Alex.  I fully blame him for their deaths.”  Erica said pulling a box of Kleenex from her purse.

“That’s a mighty big decision.  I’m not being disrespectful of your decision but from an economic standpoint it would seem you are giving up quite a bit.”  I said.

“Our marriage has been more a business arrangement for years.  I know you know about Natalie Goble.  She’s carrying Alex’s baby.”

“I know.”

“She’s not Alex’s first affair.  There’s been several but as far as I know he’s only gotten two pregnant.  Gabby Taylor from Guntersville was the other one.  That’s when I had the balls, sorry for being so graphic, to stand up to Alex and his family and make my demands.”  Erica said.

“Say whatever you want.  Don’t worry about being polite.”  I wanted to say, ‘tell me more.’

“When he and his father were trying to silence Gabby and her family I already knew he was a womanizer.  I married the man knowing that.  I told him that if he didn’t set me up a trust fund that I would leave him right then and there.  I also told him that every time he strayed I wanted another million dollars.  He agreed.  Maybe that’s another reason I am determined to leave.  I can afford it.”

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?”  I asked.

“Not at all.  Ask whatever you want.  I may surprise you with what I know.” 

“What can you tell me about Alex and Adam Parker’s relationship?”  I asked.

“I don’t think they had a lot of direct dealings with each other, but I know Alex kept up with the public squabbling that was going on.  He would talk a lot with Jake Stone.  It was like Jake was his go-to guy.  They’ve been friends since high school.  Alex told me one time, sometime last fall, that Adam was going to screw up everything if somebody didn’t shut him up.”

“That’s exactly what he said?”  I asked.

“Pretty much.  I never told Alex about the letter I received from Adam.”

“A letter?  What was it about?”  I asked.

“He was very polite.  He said he knew Hannah Knott and that she persuaded him to contact me.  In his letter, he pleaded with me to try my best to stop Alex from pursuing the teacher gun thing, arming teachers.  Adam said that it was a very ignorant idea and if implemented, it would be only a matter of time until something horrible happened.  He likened guns in schools to a big pig with an eight-foot fluorescent bulb strapped cross-ways across its back inside a Walmart.  It was just a matter of time until something breaks.”

“Pretty good analogy.”  I said.

“Of course, all my efforts fell on deaf ears.  Alex wouldn’t listen.  He was hellbent and logic didn’t matter.  He’s that way with a lot of stuff, including his idiotic idea to teach Creationism in public school science classes.”

“I take it you’re not a fan of that either?”  I asked.

“Fortunately, I didn’t grow up Southern Baptist.  Thank God I’ve avoided the indoctrination.”

“That’s kind of funny.”

“I see your point.”  Erica said, her face losing a small degree of its sadness.  She had a nice smile.

“If I ask something that offends you please let me know.”

“We’ve already covered this ground.”

I was liking Erica more.  She was logical and, like me, preferred getting to the point.  “I’m pretty sure Roger was directly involved in Adam’s death.  I know he was instrumental in having his autopsy falsified.  What can you tell me about Alex’s role in any of this?”

“Sounds more like Roger.  He was always trying to protect his two sons.  If Alex was involved it’ll be harder to prove.  He is sly as a fox.  But, he’s not perfect.  Look at this.”  Erica said pulling an iPhone out of her purse.  “Someway Alex’s little computer wound up in my purse.”  I appreciated her effort at being funny.

“You are serious about helping me, aren’t you?”  I asked.

“Connor, wake up and smell the coffee.  I said I was here to offer you my help.  What don’t you understand about that.  Alex killed my daughters.  He has to pay.”

“Okay.  I’m on board now.  I appreciate you coming.”

“These are photos.  I know they were taken at Roger’s lake house.  I’m pretty sure that’s Natalie.  I don’t know the two guys behind her.  And, I don’t know when they were taken.”  Erica said.

I looked at the photos and knew right off they were pictures of Beanpole and Tommy Lee following Natalie into the front door of Roger’s lake house.  It seemed odd to me that Alex would have taken these shots.  “Here’s a thought.  Is Jake Stone a handyman for Alex and Roger?”

“My bet is he’s more loyal to Roger than Alex.  Even though he and Jake were best buds in high school, there has been some tension between them.  Before we married, both were in hot pursuit of Sandy Mohler.  She’s now Jake’s wife, but at the time she was married to Zach, Mayor Zach Mohler.  Her affairs with Alex and Jake busted up her marriage.  Jake truly loved the woman, but Alex was just being Alex, feeding his sexual appetite not thinking of the consequences.  He and Jake nearly came to blows over the woman.  Finally, Alex backed off, I guess he wanted a new flavor, that’s when we started dating.  Of course, at the time I didn’t know the real Alex.  Sorry, I rambled. Did that answer your question?”

“Yes, I think it did.”  Now I had a little better understanding of why I had the niggling idea in my last two sessions in the war room.  I had subconsciously wondered if Jake Stone had instigated the Natalie kidnapping, including hiring Beanpole and Tommy Lee to do his dirty work.  Natalie was certain that we had met Jake on Signal Point Road as we were escaping the lake house.  This was solid ground to conclude he was involved.  Now, with this news from Erica, that Jake might have reason to hold a grudge against Alex, my mind wanted to conclude Alex might simply be a pawn in the entire Adam Parker case.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 36

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 36

 Camilla and I spent the entire weekend in Mentone.  Depressed.  After Emma and Ella’s funeral on Friday afternoon we almost decided not to go.  But, we had paid a deposit when we made the reservations a few weeks ago.  We ultimately decided to go and avoid contact with anyone to recover from the most disabling emotional attack either one of us had ever experienced.  We returned a little before dark yesterday afternoon after having stayed in the Sequoia Room at the Mountain Laurel Inn for nearly forty-eight hours, leaving for only two hours to visit DeSoto Falls late Saturday afternoon.

Ever since Adam Parker’s exhumation and learning that he had been murdered and the autopsy had been falsified, I had assigned Joe to investigate the intricacies of how Dr. Culbert had been manipulated into abandoning a lucrative medical practice in Huntsville and moving, along with his family, to Dubois, Wyoming.  I had also asked Blair to prepare me a detailed accounting from the Open Curtains App of all three of the William’s vehicles from a week before Adam’s death to a week after.

Ten days ago, Joe had asked me to ask Dalton for permission to review Roger’s banking records that had been acquired through the discovery process of the Sand Mountain Bank lawsuit.  Joe had completed his assignment last Thursday but the school shooting event, along with funerals and my emotional trauma, had delayed mine and Joe’s meeting.

Joe’s investigation had been thorough and productive.  He discovered that a company named Windy Mountain Real Estate, LLC had purchased Dr. Culbert’s mini-ranch outside Dubois, Wyoming.  The forty-acre tract had been deeded to Bart and Danielle Collins at a real estate closing at the law offices of Phil Adams in Lander, Wyoming.  Lander is about seventy-five miles southeast of Dubois.  Joe had researched the land records at the Freemont County Courthouse and learned the subject land tract had been transferred to the Collins’ last January.  Mr. Adams had been forthcoming and described how he never met the Collins, but Wyoming law required identity documentation before land transfers take place.

Adams said that it was a double-closing, meaning Windy Mountain’s purchase and its transfer to the Collins took place back to back.  The LLC was formed in Delaware just five days before the closing.  The organizing members of the LLC were a Lawton Hawks and a Clarence Livingston. 

It was fate or a rare coincidence that enabled Joe to discover the identity of Clara Livingston, or it was Russell Williams’ lifelong bad luck.  Attorney Adams said that Wyoming was the toughest state in America on requiring closing attorney’s to properly identify buyers and sellers, even those, as he said, “trying to hide behind near-impenetrable walls of a corporation.”  If not for Blair and her Evernote database we likely would never have learned that Clarence Livingston was Russell Williams live-in girlfriend from Smyrna, Georgia.  Her real name was Clara Livingston.  Adams had required photo IDs for both Hawks and Clarence.  Russell had done a poor job of disguising himself.  Although he had worn a wig and a fake mustache, he had ignored disguising the long scar on the right side of his neck that Joe had learned was obtained during a fight with a former girlfriend over the ownership of nearly a gram of cocaine.

It was difficult to figure out why Lawton Hawks had made no effort to conceal his identity.  The only thing I could come up with was that he someway had a premonition that he wouldn’t get out of the Adam Parker death and autopsy adventure alive.

What connected things back to Roger was the deposit uncovered by Joe in the mountain of discovery materials at Dalton’s office.  Joe had spent days trying to find something, a check or some other type withdrawal, that could account for the million-dollar transfer to Bart and Danielle Collins.  Bart, rather Dr. Culbert, had told Joe the deposit was made by wire transfer to an account his assailants had set up at Wells Fargo Bank in Dubois, Wyoming.  Joe learned that the source of the million dollars was an account titled Clara Livingston at the Wells Fargo Bank in Smyrna, Georgia.

It certainly appeared that Roger was the originating source of the million dollars and that he had done a rather sloppy job of getting the money to its intended target.  To me, it seemed he had used his ex-con son to facilitate another crime.  I could hear Roger now saying that he had given money to his son to keep from being unfair, given the amount of money he had invested in his other son’s political campaign. 

No matter what Roger would say, any one with half a mind would conclude that Roger Williams was guilty of, at a minimum, covering up the crime of falsifying an autopsy.  My gut was telling me he was a full conspirator in the murder of Adam Parker. 

What cinched things in my mind was what Blair discovered in her Open Curtains assignment.  She had learned that Russell Williams had driven his 2017 Lexus GS 300 Sedan to 2904 Westcorp Blvd., Suite 107 in Huntsville, Alabama on the morning of Tuesday, January 2nd, two days after the body of Adam Parker was discovered.  Couple this with marvelously persuasive work by Joe, I was certain it was Russell that had convinced Dr. Culbert to make the life-changing decision to falsify Parker’s autopsy, abandon his medical practice, and move to Dubois, Wyoming, changing his full identity along the way.  Joe had someway persuaded Jill Traynor, a Huntsville Pathology secretary, to reveal to him Russell’s medical file.  He, as Clarence Livingston, had used subterfuge to obtain an appointment to see Dr. Culbert.  I found it hilarious that Russell had used the same disguise.  In the medical file was a photo of the Pathology Associates new patient.  Seems like Wyoming wasn’t the only entity that believed in some sort of identifying process.

Late Monday afternoon, as I sat at my desk after everyone had gone for the day, I couldn’t help but feel my grief over Emma and Ella’s deaths, slowly subsiding and being replaced with hope that I was on the trail of getting Adam Parker a little justice.  As is often the case in criminal investigations, the detective isn’t always as close to solving the case as he believes.  It would be a while before I learned this.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 35

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 35

 Word spread rapidly about the school shooting.  For most of Friday night and now for three hours Saturday morning I had watched coverage by both local and national TV stations.  Since a little past dawn this morning, thousands of protesters had descended on Montgomery, Alabama demanding the legislature overturn the bill requiring all teachers to carry a pistol.  They believed they had unassailable evidence the idea was fatally flawed, figuratively and literally.  I couldn’t quite figure out why the protesters had chosen a Saturday, one where the legislators were not in session, to organize and present their complaint.  But, I realized it was a natural human emotional response.  The tragic death of anyone was enough, but couple that with the horrible circumstances of death at a place of learning and where innocent children should be safely exploring ideas, small and great, it was enough to spur even the coldest heart.  My own heart was broken.  All I had been able to think about was the sweet, adorable, and talented Emma and Ella singing about freedom at First Baptist Church of Christ just a little over a month ago.  I couldn’t imagine what the Williams’ family were going through.  My heart broke for all of them no matter what I believed about their religion and politics.

Just before noon, Mark called.  “I thought you might like an update.”

“Thanks.  I’m a little surprised you’d have much, other than what’s on the news.  I didn’t figure you’d try to see Roger until after the funerals.”

“That’s your way Connor.  You know I take my responsibility seriously.  Sometimes, things can’t wait.”

“So, you have talked with Roger Williams?”  I had no doubt that Mark would eventually talk with him.  I had kept him up-to-date with the ongoing threats by Tommie Lee.  I had figured Mark would have been a little more sympathetic to Roger’s grief.

“He just left.  I was easy on him when I called late last night but told him it was imperative we speak.  The man does have a unique ability to categorize things.”

“Some people call it cognitive dissonance.”  I said.

“Don’t go psychological on me.  Listen, I don’t have a lot of time.  I’m about to head out to the James place down in Sand Valley.  That’s where Tommy Lee was living.”

“I know.”

“Back to Roger.  The bottom line is we don’t have enough to arrest him.”

“I know.”  I said again, not knowing for sure, but I had already placed my bet.  People like Roger Williams don’t get to the top without learning a few tricks along the way.

I could tell Mark was getting a little impatient.  His breathing became more pronounced.  “Roger denies everything about Natalie’s kidnapping and imprisonment.  He has a theory.  That Beanpole and Tommy Lee conspired on their own.  Roger believes Tommy Lee so infected Beanpole, the always up until now faithful to Roger Beanpole.  Its possible Tommy Lee learned, through Beanpole probably, about Roger’s lake house, and choose to use it to gain some leverage over Roger if the need arose.”

I couldn’t keep quiet.  “It sure doesn’t explain who killed Beanpole.” 

“I see it differently.  Why wouldn’t Tommy Lee get rid of the weak Beanpole after you and Paige rescued Natalie and ruined their extortion plan?”  Mark asked.

“You’re forgetting the abortion clinic’s address in Beanpole’s pocket.  I know we can’t prove it, but it’s clear to me that those two, Beanpole and Tommy Lee, weren’t the kingpins.  They were being bought and used.  Roger Williams and maybe Alex, designed and executed this plan.”  I said believing my words one hundred percent.

“I suspect you’re correct.  But, you know it wouldn’t play out well before a jury.  Natalie could only testify to being abducted and held by two men.  One she could identify as Beanpole.  The other she couldn’t identify.  Roger’s testimony would only implicate Tommy Lee and his threats to extort money.  Unfortunately, we simply don’t have anything tangible to tie Roger to the crime.” 

I tried asking Mark if he had learned anything new in the Adam Parker investigation, but he virtually hung up with, “one subject per phone call.  Talk later, bye.”

I walked to the kitchen and could hear talking out on the back porch.  I looked through the side door and saw Natalie lying in the hammock and Paige standing beside her.  I started to walk out and join the conversation when my cell phone rang again.  This time it was Blair.

“Hey Blair.  I’m not used to hearing from you on a Saturday.”

“Adam’s iPad is talking.”  She said, and I jumped in before she could continue.

“Oh yea, thanks for taking it home and giving me a break.”

“Sorry, but I forgot it last night.  Left it in my car.  I just got back from Walmart and it cheeped a notification while I was unloading my groceries.  I normally don’t open it when it’s Marissa.  But, curiosity killed the cat you know.”

“I never did understand that saying.”  I said.

“I thought I’d see what a Professor does on a Saturday.  Goes sightseeing I guess.  She’s stopped for a break I guess.”

She was guessing a lot.  “Uh, Blair, do you have some news I need to hear?”  I was, as usual, getting impatient with trivia.

“Sorry to bother you.”  Blair sounded as though I had hurt her feelings.

“I didn’t mean it the way it came out.”

“Anyway, just thought you might wonder as I did why Marissa is in Dayton, Tennessee.”

“Uh, that’s kind of odd.  Maybe, maybe not.  I might give her a call.  Now, Ms. Blair, you’ve got me curious.  Curious as a cat.”  My attempt to lighten up and be funny normally didn’t work.  But, the last thing I wanted to do was offend Blair.  She was no doubt the best assistant I had ever had, including paralegals when I was practicing law.

After we hung up, I continued to ponder why on earth Marissa would be in Dayton, Tennessee?  I filed it in the giant ‘irrelevant’ bin I kept mentally handy and walked out to talk with Paige and Natalie.

Since last Friday’s school shooting there had been a heavy cloud hanging over the entire area.  Fog, rain, and wind had descended as though necessary to clothe everyone with sufficient sadness and grief for the six children and four teachers gunned down in what should have been the safest place in town.

By late Saturday the names of the ten dead had been made public.  The combination of TV, radio, newspapers, Facebook and other social media, and plain old gossip, had created a brew of truth and lies that would perplex an army of trained investigators.  One thing that appeared certain was that Tyler Ingle and Neil Perkins, both teachers and coaches at Boaz Intermediate School, were just as guilty of killing as was Tommy Lee Gore.  No doubt their intent was radically different, but the net result was the same.  Autopsies as reported in the Sand Mountain Reporter (and confirmed to me by Mark) revealed that only one of the teachers, Tamara Elkins, had been killed by the Smith & Wesson 357 Magnum that Tommy Lee had used.  The other three teachers, Beth Harper, Omorosa Kaplan, and Dawn Osborn, had all died because of bullets from Tyler and Neil’s Glock 34’s—the weapons issued after they had successfully completed their training less than two months earlier.  As for the children, both Emma and Ella died by the hand of Tommy Lee and his 357, as did Kyle Underwood.  But, again, tragically, the other three children, Martin Fraiser, Jennifer Silvers, and Heath Johnson, all died from a teacher’s bullet.  

I simply couldn’t wrap my head around the most horrible event in the history of Boaz, and possibly all of Alabama.  It seemed the fact police officer Tinsley’s shot killed Tommy Lee amplified the tragedy.  Of all the shooting by teachers Tyler Ingle and Neil Perkins, not one of their bullets had hit its target.  Again, an autopsy had revealed the facts: Tommy Lee Gore had died because of being struck by one bullet from Tinsley’s Glock 9-millimeter.  In a surreal sort of way, it was as though Tyler’s and Neil’s intent had been to kill their colleagues and wards.  Of course, this wasn’t true but, that is what had happened.

Wednesday and Thursday there were eight funerals in our small town.  No doubt a record.  I missed all eight.  Even though I didn’t know any of the teachers or students, I would have probably gone to as many of the funerals as logistically possible.  Just out of respect.  But, I was in Jackson County with Dalton testifying in the longest suppression hearing I had ever heard of.  Even though I was a seemingly insignificant witness—I had located a key witness early on before Bobby Sorrells got involved—the only thing I could testify to was the make and model of the vehicle that was parked outside the man’s mobile home located at the edge of Skyline when I interviewed him.  What really had kept me in Scottsboro was that DA Rhoades had asked Judge Holt to keep me for recall testimony. 

It was Friday, a week after the shooting, and I was determined to attend Emma and Ella Williams funeral.  Of course, I didn’t personally know them, but I certainly had a connection.  Having heard them sing at the Independence Day celebration at church was enough of a motivator to draw me to First Baptist Church of Christ at 2:00 p.m.  I usually avoided funerals, but the circumstances surrounded the deaths of these two adorable twins could only be summarized as ‘truth is stranger than fiction.’  Surely, no novel writer could have created such a heart-breaking tragedy.  The bottom line, I’m sure, was I wanted to see Alex Williams, and see for myself how on earth he could possibly survive the ceremony knowing that in every cause and effect scenario imaginable, his actions had resulted in the death of his two precious daughters.

Camilla had attended Beth Harper and Dawn Osborn’s funerals since they both were customers of Serenity Salon.  She had cautioned me to brace myself for an emotional sadness like I had never experienced.  It seemed Pastor Caleb, according to Camilla, was the master of funeral psychology.  She said if you come away from one of his funeral sermons not pleading to Christ for salvation, you were a mindless rock. 

As we drove to the church (all local funeral homes were too small to manage the expected crowd) Camilla shared with me how she had gotten to know the twins the last three weeks at children’s choir practice.  I had almost forgotten that after we had heard the girls sing at the Independence Day celebration, Camilla had followed through with her interest and desire to work with young singers.  She had spoken with music director Steven Knott and he had put her to work the next Wednesday night, shadowing Jada Silvers as she led the middle school aged choir.  What added to the overall tragedy was that Jada’s daughter Jennifer, was one of the six students killed in last week’s shooting.

Camilla had shared how she had heard the twins, between songs and at breaks, talk with excitement about returning to Boaz Intermediate School and the fifth grade.  They had just, on August 1st, celebrated their eleventh birthdays and were looking forward to sharing with their friends how they would be singing at their father’s gubernatorial celebration in Montgomery if he won his election in November.  

I can’t imagine how she did it, but Jada Silvers, as a tribute to Emma and Ella, sang “No Chains on Me,” by Chris Tomlin.  This was the last of two songs sung by Emma and Ella at the Independence Day celebration.  As everyone in attendance stood in honor of the two sisters, I could almost see them running across Heaven, in a field of Daisies, happy, smiling, and shouting in perfect tone and pitch:

Like a rolling stone, like a runaway train

No turning back, no more yesterdays

My heart is free, no chains on me

God, You raise me up, up from the grave

The cross before, I’m on my way

My heart is free, no chains on me.

As Jada Silvers repeated the chorus I could almost hear Alex Williams thoughts.  They were all about regrets.  Regrets over ever meeting with Gaston Glock and attempting to motivate him to bring his company to Boaz.  Regrets over proposing legislation that led to the requirement that all public-school teachers be armed with a Glock.  Regrets over choosing to woe and win the hearts of two young girls, Gabby Taylor and Natalie Goble, who both became pregnant with Gabby having an abortion and Natalie’s baby avoiding the same fate by one day.  Most of all, I heard Alex’s biggest regret: not spending more time doing anything and everything the girls had wanted to pursue.  Now, his family was a wreck.

After Pastor Caleb delivered on Camilla’s warning, and Jada had sung another song, this time, the Chris Rice song the twins had sung at the Fourth of July celebration, I heard a blood-curling scream coming from under the balcony.  As Jada had taken the stage and stood behind the podium I had seen Erica get up from the front row and exit the auditorium to the right of the choir loft.  Alex had followed her out.  Half way through “O Freedom” was when the scream burst through the church walls as though they were paper-thin. 

I imagined Erica was so overcome with grief she had to leave, and that Alex was simply trying to comfort her.  Just as the scream died, I saw Hannah Knott and the pastor’s wife go out into the hallway.  As they opened the door I heard Erica say, at full blast, “you bastard, you have killed my daughters and destroyed our family.  I hate you forever.”

I didn’t envy Pastor Caleb’s job as he tried to end the service.  From what I could tell, Alex didn’t return to the auditorium as did Erica, choosing instead to avoid being seen.

Camilla and I decided not to attend the graveside services at Hillcrest Cemetery.  The sadness and grief were simply more than we could bear, and we felt the family should be given some privacy as they said their final goodbyes to Emma and Ella.

Novel Excerpts—The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, Chapter 34

The primary aim of the "Novel Excerpts" blog category is to showcase my creative writing, specifically from the novels I've written. Hopefully, these posts will provide a glimpse into my storytelling style, themes, and narrative skills. It's an opportunity to share my artistic expressions and the worlds I've created through my novels.  
The Case of the Perfectionist Professor, written in 2018, is my sixth novel. I'll post a chapter a day over the next few weeks.

Book Blurb

Late on New Year’s Eve in the small town of Boaz, Alabama, Snead State Community College teacher Adam Parker was found dead slumped over in his car. A preliminary investigation indicated the fifty-year-old biology professor died of a heart attack.  Marissa Booth, Adam’s daughter and Vanderbilt School of Divinity professor, didn’t agree.

Four days later, Marissa hired the local private detective firm of Connor Ford to investigate her father’s death.  She declared local police officer Jake Stone had likely murdered her father.  She pointed Ford to a multi-month Facebook feud between Adam and several local people, including Stone and Boaz City Councilman Lawton Hawks.  The controversy allegedly related to Adam’s research that contended that, in layman’s terms, long-term indoctrination caused actual genetic mutations that directly affected future generation’s ability to reason.

Over the next year, Connor Ford discovered multiple and independent sources of motivation to quiet and possibly murder the controversial professor.  Ford learned that a civil lawsuit and widespread public outcry had effectively run Adam out of Knoxville, where he was a biology professor for over thirteen years.  Ford also learned that Adam had become the number one enemy of Roger Williams, a self-made local businessman, and his son Alex, who is a Republican candidate for governor of Alabama.  Adam had discovered Alex and Glock, Inc., the Austrian-based gun manufacturer, was exploring not only the possibility of setting up a large facility in Boaz but also supplying pistols for Alex’s highly touted and controversial ‘arm the teachers’ proposal.

Connor Ford has his hands full enough with these suspects.  Add in his need to determine whether Lawton Hawks and Jake Stone are friends or foes of Roger and Alex, which accentuate the pressure no normal small-town private detective can handle.  

Will Connor’s discovery there is a link between Dayton, Tennessee, and the 1929 Scopes Monkey trial and a rogue group of CIA operatives bend Connor and his two associates to the breaking point?

Read this mystery/thriller to find out if Adam Parker was murdered and how, and what role the long-standing controversy between science and religion had in destroying the life of a single perfectionist professor.

Chapter 34

 It had been a little over a month since I had heard, via the Open Curtains App, about the hot water Roger Williams had gotten himself in concerning Tommy Lee Gore.  The intensity of this relationship was about the only thing that kept me sane over the past four plus weeks. 

Bobby Sorrells had always referred to this stage of an investigation as Antarctica, after the extremely cold continent at the south pole covered by an ice cap up to 13,000 feet deep.  Bobby had been right.  No matter how strong a case develops, it seemed before it was ever resolved there was a period that every aspect turned to ice.  Rigid, frozen.

The only thing in the case that had any movement at all over the past month was the level of threats that Tommy Lee had spouted off to Roger.  I had caught three more phone conversations where the ex-con had promised he was going to either kill Roger’s wife, blow up his lake house, or tell the world about Alex’s baby baking inside the adorable Natalie.  I hated the baby baking analogy.

I was glad it was Friday and Camilla and I had another weekend planned in Mentone.  I regretted we hadn’t returned since May, especially after I had made such a strong commitment to at least a quarterly weekend get-away.

Just as I was closing my desktop computer in my office I heard Blair running down the hall.  When she turned inside my doorway I could tell something was wrong.  “Listen to this.”  She handed me Adam’s iPad and the ear plugs she was using.  She said, “It’s Jake Stone in his police cruiser.”

“The ambulances just left.  It’s bad.  At least six kids and four teachers dead.”  It sounded like he opened his car door and got out because that was the end of the audio.  I removed the ear plugs from the iPad and turned up the volume.

“What’s going on?  All I heard was several people have died, kids and teachers.”

“The notification came about thirty minutes ago, maybe longer.  I’m sorry but I ignored it.  The many notifications we’ve been receiving have lulled me into ignoring them until about an hour before I leave every night.  At that time, I’ll do my review of all our drivers.”

A squeaky sound came from the iPad.  I figured it was from the police radio, the Boaz dispatcher was saying in a high pitch voice, “Officer Stone maintain position; Chief on his way.”  I then heard Jake say, “10-4.”

For the next five minutes or so I heard him call his wife, Sandra.  He told her about the shooting at Boaz Intermediate School and that it had occurred right as school was letting out for the day.  If I was a crying man I think I would have shed tears for those who had come to such a sudden and horrible death.  I breathed a prayer for their families.

“Stone, what happened?”  This had to be Chief Gaskin.  I assumed he was either standing beside Stone in his car or was in the passenger seat of Stone’s cruiser.

“I was the third officer on the scene.  Car four was in the area and was here in less than two minutes from the command.  Someone in the school’s office alerted us.  I don’t know if it was a 911 call or direct.  The shooter was waiting in that red Ford pickup over there.  When the last bell rang, and the kids started coming out, he, the shooter, walked towards them.  One of the teachers said it was like he waited a minute or so before firing.”

“How on earth did we disable him?”  The Chief asked. “I’m not sure yet but sounds like it was some daring police work.  Problem is, to me at least, it violated protocol.  Officer Tinsley shot the shooter, kids and teachers everywhere.  I don’t know how he did it.  He’ll probably pay like hell for it, but I’m convinced he saved a ton of lives.  But, that’s not all.  There’s even a bigger problem.”  Stone said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Several of the teachers and possibly all the kids except two were killed by friendly fire.  Teachers killing teachers and students.  I’ve had a bad feeling about arming teachers ever since the beginning.”

“Oh my God.  Please be making this up.  This can’t be true.”  The Chief said.

“It is.  Sounds like it was mass chaos.  It’s beyond tragic.”

“I really don’t want to ask, but I have to know.  Who are the victims?”  The Chief asked.

“All I know for sure is that the twins are dead, Alex’s girls.  Emma and Ella.  When I saw them, I was in such a shock I came back here and called Roger.  I wanted him to know so he could go and tell Alex and Erica.  It’s devastating.”

“I’ll call Alex as soon as I leave.  Do we know the shooter?”  The Chief said as the same dispatcher sounded out a request for an update.

“Hold on Karen. Be with you shortly.”  Stone said.  “The man’s name is Tommy Lee Gore.  I’ve seen him around.  A low-life ex-con.  He’s worked some for Roger at his horse farm.”

I could tell the Chief left and Stone started talking to Karen, the dispatcher.  I looked at Blair and just shook my head.