See Tom Run

  See Tom Run

  Scott Wittenburg

  See Tom Run

  Scott Wittenburg

  PROLOGUE

  Tom Grayson felt a numbing chill in the night air as he and Tracy walked in deliberate silence toward the parking lot. Fumbling absently through his pockets for the car keys, he was still reeling from what had transpired only moments ago when he arrived at her apartment…

  “I’m pregnant,” she announced flatly without so much as a hello.

  “You’re what?”

  “I’m pregnant, Tom, and you are the father.”

  “No way!”

  “Yes, way,” Tracy insisted.

  “We always used protection-it just isn’t possible!”

  “Tom, don’t do this to me! Have you forgotten that night after Spangler’s?”

  Tom flashed back to the night they had hit the obscure off-campus nightclub. Damn! That was the one and only time he and the twenty-one-year-old beauty had made love without a condom-too horny after too many drinks and not a rubber in sight But surely he couldn’t be that unlucky Oh yes he could be, he thought, and that was a fact.

  “Okay, I believe you. So what are you going to do about it?”

  “I’m going to have the child, of course! And I hope you will be its father.”

  “Whoa, wait a minute! I’m a married man, Tracy! Or have you forgotten? I’m not even supposed to be here!”

  His words stung her like a slap in the face, Tom could tell, and he immediately regretted his brashness.

  “I’m sorry Tracy, but you have to know it would be impossible for me to be any part of this. Surely you can understand-”

  “All I understand is that you are telling me that you won’t be a father to our child.”

  “But couldn’t you just have, an uh-”

  “An abortion? No, Tom, I will not have an abortion. Besides being Roman Catholic with parents who haven’t missed a single mass since the day they were married, I don’t believe in murder-”

  Suddenly, the piercing screech of skidding tires in the adjacent alley shattered Tom’s thoughts. The two turned in unison to see a car’s passenger side door fly open and a lifeless body tumble out onto the pavement. A tall, lanky man sprang out from the driver’s side and ran over to where the body had come to rest on its side. The man apparently didn’t notice the two of them standing just yards away as he kicked the body a couple of times then got back into the car and sped away.

  Tom saw the man’s face clearly in the glow of the streetlight.

  He and Tracy scurried over to the where the body was lying and huddled over it. When he knelt down for a closer look, Tom saw a young black woman bound with rope, gagged, and unconscious. He gingerly removed the duct tape from her mouth, half-expecting the woman to resist or cry out in pain. But except for a slight flinch, she remained unresponsive.

  At that moment, Tom was gripped by a sudden wave of paranoia. If he were to get any more involved with this, Peg would almost certainly find out about his affair with Tracy Adams.

  And he wasn’t about to risk that happening.

  “Let’s call 911,” he told Tracy.

  “But shouldn’t we get her out of the alley first and make sure she’s okay?”

  “We shouldn’t move her. She’s alive and seems to be breathing okay. She needs a paramedic, not us.”

  “I guess you’re right. I’ll run inside and call 911.”

  “Wait! If you call from your apartment, they’ll know you made the call!”

  “So what?”

  “Tracy, I really don’t want to get involved in any of this. Nor do I want you to, either.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I get it-you’re afraid that your wife will know that you were with me and find out about-our child. I think you’re horrible, Tom!”

  “Give me a break! I just found out about all of this ten minutes ago and it hasn’t sunk in yet! At least give me a chance to absorb the whole concept before letting the whole city know! Besides, we can still help out this girl without anyone knowing it was us.”

  “And how might we do that?”

  “I’ll run to the phone booth around the corner. I’ll call 911 then meet you back here. Then we’ll book up to your apartment and make sure that the squad gets here okay. But we need to hurry before the whole neighborhood comes out to see what’s happening!”

  Tracy thought a moment, and then replied, “All right. But I don’t like any of this one bit. I think we should stay right here until the medics arrive.”

  Tom ignored her. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

  He sprinted around the corner and called 911 from the pay phone. When the dispatcher asked who was calling, he made up a name, reported the incident and promptly hung up on her.

  He rejoined Tracy and hastily led the way back up to her second floor apartment. Once inside, they peered out anxiously from the living room window until the squad arrived five minutes later. Tom waited a moment or so then quietly slipped away before the cops arrived.

  Peg hadn’t suspected a thing when he arrived home. He called Tracy later that night in a lame attempt to downplay the whole incident. He insisted that the assaulted girl most likely knew the man who had dumped her off in the alley so the cops shouldn’t have any trouble nabbing him.

  But that hadn’t quite been the case, as it turned out.

  Not by a long shot.

  CHAPTER 1

  Tom stared at his hand and debated whether to call spades trump or pass. He had the right bower, the king and a nine of spades, plus an ace of diamonds. He was also two-suited. Frank, to Tom’s left, had dealt and would probably call trump if he didn’t-and the way his luck had been going in this game, Frank probably had a loner in hearts or diamonds. The last thing they needed was to give their opponents a possible four points and lose the game.

  He peered across the table at Peg, who obviously didn’t have squat. His euchre partner and wife of eight years always wore her cards on her sleeve. Funny how he was the only one who ever seemed to notice that.

  Frank’s wife, Julie, had hesitated a moment before passing. Could be a bluff, but Tom doubted it. She could be holding the left bower for all he knew-or at least a decent stopper hand along with her husband.

  Screw it, he thought. He was not feeling lucky at all today.

  “Pass.”

  The moment he looked over and saw Frank’s smug grin, Tom knew they were screwed. He literally wanted to bust him in the jaw for a split second.

  “I’ve got a loner in hearts-a frigging lay-down loner in hearts!” Frank declared triumphantly.

  Tom watched in horror and awe as Frank splayed his cards on the table for all to see: a jack of hearts, a jack of diamonds, an ace and king of hearts and an ace of clubs.

  “I believe we just won the game,” Frank added, not missing a beat.

  Tom groaned, “Screw this! I knew I should have called spades!”

  “Then why didn’t you?” Julie asked.

  “Because I’m an idiot.”

  “No comment,” Peg said.

  “Oh well, it’s just a game,” Tom said, with more than a trace of cynicism.

  Just then, Kelli entered the room and tugged at Tom’s sleeve. “Daddy, can you please tell Tyler to quit pulling my hair. He’s acting like a little shit again!”

  Tom tried his best to keep a straight face as he reprimanded his five-year-old daughter, but he didn’t have much luck.

  “Now you watch your mouth, young lady. Your little brother is not a little-what you just said. And if I hear you swear again like that, I’ll take your toys away from you for a whole day!”

  “Oh, Daddy, you will not! And if you can call him a little shit, why can’t I? What’s the difference?”

  “The difference is,�
� Peg said, “That your father needs to watch his mouth around his kids, that’s what. Now don’t let me hear you swear like that again Kelli or I will take your toys away for a week! Now go tell Tyler to come in here right this instant.”

  “Okay, Mommy,” her daughter replied with a frown.

  Kelli left the family room and Peg’s eyes burned into Tom’s like hot pokers.

  “You have got to quit cursing around the children, Tom! My having to endure that sewer mouth of yours is one thing but I will not let your affliction be passed on to my children!”

  “Sorry, dear,” Tom replied. “I’m working on it-honest! Kelli must have heard me call Tyler that under my breath earlier today after I saw what he’d done to my iPod headphones. Neither of the kids were in the room when I said it-Kelli must have been eavesdropping.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  Tyler came into the room, his head hung down forlornly.

  “Do not pull your sister’s hair again, Tyler.” Peg said.

  “I won’t, Mommy, I promise. I’m sorry.”

  “Okay, then. Tell Kelli you’re sorry, too.”

  “I will, Mommy.”

  Tyler sauntered out of the room

  “Anyone need another drink?” Tom asked.

  “I could use a Seven-Seven,” Julie said.

  “New Year’s Eve isn’t until Wednesday, Jules. Don’t you think you’re celebrating a bit early?” Frank said to his wife.

  “This will be my last one, Frank. I can’t help but notice that you’re on your third beer already. So what makes you so special?”

  “I can handle my booze-you can’t.”

  Julie scowled. “That’s a crock.”

  “Whatever.”

  Tom got up and headed out of the room. Frank followed behind and paused for a moment in the living room.

  “How’s it going, pumpkin?” Frank asked his four-year-old daughter, Brittany. “Are you and Kelli having a good time?”

  “Yes, Daddy. Guess what! We just decided that we’re going to be fashion models when we grow up!” she gushed. The two girls then commenced to sashay around the room as if they were doing a runway show.

  “Perish the thought,” Frank sighed as he followed Tom into the kitchen. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for the teen years, Tom. I’ve been dreading that the very moment I found out we were having a girl.”

  “I know just what you mean,” Tom replied. He opened the fridge and saw that the Seven Up bottle was nearly empty.

  “Looks like we’re out of pop. I’ll go to the store and get some more.”

  “Want me to join you?” Frank offered.

  “Nah, that’s okay. You hold down the fort and I’ll be back in a bit.”

  “Okay.”

  They returned to the family room and Tom gave Peg a peck on the cheek.

  “I’m going to run to get more Seven Up-we’re fresh out. Anything else anyone needs?”

  “Can you get me some cigarettes?” Julie asked.

  “Sure. Marlboro Lights, right?”

  “Yes, here, I’ll go get my purse.”

  “Forget about it, Julie. As much as I don’t want to be a party to your suicide, I will spring for the little killers for you.”

  “You’re a dear, Tom.”

  “I know it. Back in a flash.”

  “Be careful, Tom. The roads have surely gotten slick by now,” Peg cautioned.

  “I will.”

  Tom went to the closet, took out his coat and gloves then left through the side door. The snow was coming down hard and it looked like Columbus was finally going to get its first blizzard of the season.

  Excellent, Tom thought. It was about time.

  He got in and started the engine then grabbed the ice scraper lying on the back seat floorboard. He went about the task of clearing the windshield and windows, taking his time as he did so. The frigid air felt good and he was in no particular hurry to get back to the others.

  As he backed the Jeep Laredo out of the driveway, Tom found himself pondering his present dilemma. He had in fact been thinking about it the entire day-dismayed to discover that even the euchre game had failed to relieve the incessant nagging thoughts.

  Was he doing the right thing? Or should he tell Frank the whole ball of wax and let fate take over from there?

  “Yeah, right.” he breathed out loud.

  Face it, Grayson-this is a no-brainer!

  He reached the supermarket and pulled into the parking lot. The Jeep’s interior was still uncomfortably frigid so he left the engine running, hopped out and pressed the lock button on the key remote.

  Once inside the neighborhood market, Tom began searching for the soft drink section. Although he’d been here countless times, he couldn’t recall where it was. He stopped agonizing over his thoughts long enough to walk the entire length of aisles, peering down each one until he finally located the beverage section near the far end of the store.

  Tom picked up a liter of Seven Up and headed toward the checkout lanes. He paused at the cigarette counter long enough to pick up Julie’s Marlboros then joined the throngs of people waiting in line. It was obvious that New Year’s Eve was just around the corner when he observed the enormous amounts of wine, champagne and beer piled up in the carts.

  As the thought of New Year’s Day entered his mind, Tom considered it’s profound symbolism. If he were to do what he should morally do, this New Year would mark the beginning of a whole new life for him: the end of his comfortable existence with his wonderful wife and kids in their quaint but beautiful home in suburban Worthington, and the likely termination of his job as art history professor at Capital State College. And to think that he had just received tenure this year

  …

  His turn came and Tom paid the cute young cashier with his check card and headed for the exit. He sneezed loudly along the way and cursed his sinuses-how long had it been since he’d been able to smell or taste anything? What he had once thought was a head cold had now become full blown sinusitis. Peg was pushing him to see a doctor about it and he had to admit he was getting tired of not being able to breathe half the time. Maybe he’d go have it checked out after all, he resolved dismally.

  The snow was coming down hard now-in fact it was a full-blown blizzard. Tom could barely make out his Jeep parked just twenty yards away.

  He got in and stared out at the driving snowstorm. Instead of pulling away, he sat there mesmerized by the wintry scene and resolved that he must come to a definite decision about Tracy Adams. He already knew what the answer would be, but the moral aspect continued tugging at him hard, making it difficult to fully and unequivocally commit to it.

  Unfortunately, the fact that Tracy was pregnant with his child wasn’t the only issue here-as if that weren’t enough.

  He had to consider the other person involved in this as well-the poor black girl who had been dumped off in the alley over a month ago. Tom learned from Frank, who was a trial lawyer, that the young woman had in fact been abducted and raped but had no clear memory of what her assailant looked like. The police were looking for anyone who may have possibly seen the woman’s attacker or his vehicle on the night of the crime.

  This had really thrown Tom for a loop. And as guilty as he felt about not coming forth with any info for the police, he was still too paranoid to even consider getting involved in the investigation.

  Once it became public knowledge that the police still had no leads in the case, Tracy started calling Tom on a daily basis to update him on her pregnancy and beg him to go with her to the police station to report what they had witnessed.

  But Tom didn’t want to hear any of this. He just wanted everything to go away.

  A week ago, apparently fed up with his noncommittal attitude toward their unborn child and the rape case, Tracy gave him an ultimatum. If he didn’t take responsibility for his actions, she would go to the police by herself and give her account of what they had seen that night. She assured Tom that she would keep him out of the pictu
re, so he needn’t worry about being involved. She would have their baby all by herself, without any involvement from him whatsoever, and he would never be allowed to see their child or be a part of its life.

  In essence, she was telling him that he would be off the hook.

  Tom could hardly believe what he was hearing-he was absolutely elated. For not only would he get out of having to testify in a court case, he wouldn’t have to worry about his little secret ever being found out. All would be good again!

  Or so he thought.

  His conscience was gnawing away at him. The girl obviously loved him and her feelings were hurt. Although that certainly wasn’t his fault-he’d made it clear to her all along that he loved his wife and would never leave her-it nevertheless wasn’t making him feel any better about this.

  But the clincher was that Tracy still hadn’t gone to the police in all of this time. Her threat of reporting the incident had just been a bluff-a last ditch effort to heap the maximum amount of guilt on him in hope that he would relent. She wasn’t going to go to the police unless he accompanied her-that much he was certain of now.

  So in essence, the burden of dealing with this whole mess fell on his shoulders.

  Damn! he thought. If only he had never accepted the girl’s offer to go out for “an innocent beer” that day. None of this would have ever happened. But he had let her incessant flirting win him over and make him forsake the first cardinal rule of teaching: never get personally involved with a student. And now he was paying the price for allowing the ill-fated May-December romance to go on as long as it had Tom’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the absolute fury of the raging storm that was now obscuring virtually all visibility outside the Jeep. Knowing that Peg and the others would be concerned, he threw the gearshift lever into drive and carefully pulled out of the supermarket parking lot.

  He kept his speed at around 20 miles per hour as he deftly navigated the Jeep over the snow-covered roads through the blinding frenzy. Ten minutes later, he pulled into his driveway and parked. Clutching the grocery bag, he got out and headed for the side door.