Chapter 14: The Game is Afoot

After the New Year, Sadie left for Oregon to go back to her home and job. Our parting was emotional and brief. The couple of weeks she spent meant a lot to me. I finally had someone who I thought could be a lifetime mate. We promised we would call each other on Sunday evening when the rates were cheaper. Mrs. Jorgenson seemed to be more energetic and enthused for life. She kept teasing me that she and I should swap abodes because I was going to need the extra room for children. Talk about putting the cart before the horse, but if it made her happy, who cares?

That Wednesday, after class, I called the Chicago office of the FBI asking to speak to a special agent. After being on hold for a couple of minutes, an agent came online.

“This is Special Agent Foster. What can I do for you?” the agent said in a monotone, almost bored-sounding voice.

I gave Agent Foster my name, and from where I was calling, I got down to the details.

“Special Agent Foster a few months ago there was an explosion in an RV south of Chicago at a resort. The victims were the retired president of Midwestern University and his wife. who was a well-known psychologist,” I said and continued. “That, sir, was no accident; it was a planned, premeditated murder of two wonderful people.”

“Oh, and what makes you believe this was a murder plot, and who was the murderer?” Agent Foster asked, sounding as if he were humoring a nut case.

“Agent Foster, the murderer, was their daughter Ginny, and I am certain of it. Her father told me in confidence earlier that he was retiring and had planned to travel the United States. He no longer was going to support her. She would be on her own for the first time in her life.” I stated. “I know Ginny, and she is capable of doing this. Believe me, sir, this isn’t the first time she has killed.”

“Who were her other victims?” Agent Foster requested. “And why didn’t you go to the police then?”

“I did Agent Foster and was told no woman could do as I claimed. In fact, I was working for the police department at the time as a computer consultant. I have a list of the names of her other victims, and the lieutenant in charge of the homicide squad is Lt. Barnes. I worked for him. He and I, other than this, got along great, so this is no act of revenge on my part towards the lieutenant,” I said. “Barnes is a good man, but he is wrong in this case.”

“So why did you bring this to the attention of the FBI instead of a state police agency?” he asked.

“Because, sir, the planning and committing this crime happened across state lines. Doesn’t that make it a federal case?” I quizzed.

“OK, once more from the top, give me all the details. I’ll check them out and get back to you,” Agent Foster responded. “Any other details you care to mention while you are on the phone?”

“Yes, Agent Foster, there is,” I responded. “There are only two people who knew all the victims. That would be Ginny and myself. No one else I can think of fits into that category. In each case, all my alibis checked out.”

“Now that is an interesting spin on things,” said Special Agent Foster.

We ended our call and I went back to work. I expected it would be a couple of weeks before I would hear anything back from Special Agent Foster, if then.

For the next two weeks, life went on as normal. Monday through Friday, I went off to work early in the morning. I taught my classes and dabbled in the afternoon at the computer center. It was on the project that I had started to work on when I came to Minot. It showed promise. In the evenings, I was in either my apartment or watching TV with Mrs. Jorgenson.

On the weekends, I stayed close to home. Saturday night, I made sure I was off the roads due to drunks. Sunday morning was church with Mrs. Jorgenson, with Sunday dinner afterwards. Sunday evenings were Sadie’s nights and we talked on the phone. We made sure our phone calls did not last over an hour as calls were expensive, even on Sunday nights. She and I became closer, even with 1500 miles between us.