Resurrection 12

This is a chapter of the book I am writing for NaNoWriMo. If you want to read it from the start, click here for the chapter index.


Tom Sibley got into his county furnished Tahoe and thought about what he needed to do now. He knew what he needed to do, but he certainly didn’t want to do it.

J.W. and Suzanna were his friends. Tom knew J.W. his whole life, but only by name. They went to school together but ran in different circles. When J.W. returned to Silerville with his beautiful wife, the couples truly got to know one another. Over the last two years, they had become close, often having game nights together, cookouts. They even took a weekend together in Gatlinburg last fall.

Before he went home to his Rachel, he needed to go talk to Suzanna. He turned the key and drove in no hurry to Front Street. When he pulled up, the porch light was on and there was a Mustang parked in the drive. Truesdell had radioed Harlan for a ride and was standing in the yard. He didn’t want to be inside.

“Good,” he thought, “at least she’s not alone.”

He got out and nodded a greeting to Truesdell as he walked the steps to the door, knocking lightly.

When Polly heard the knock, she left Suzanna’s side and quietly opened it.

“Hello, Tom.” Polly’s tone was hushed.

“Hi Polly, didn’t recognise the car.” Polly had been one of Tom’s patients for the last several years.

“Yeah, it’s new. New to me, anyway. Suze is in there,” she said, pointing to the living room.

Suzanna stood as Tom entered the room. Without a word, they embraced. Tom had kept his emotions tamped down, but when she started crying again, his tears flowed as well. They were both in shock and sorrow.

“Oh, Suze, I am so sorry.”

Suzanna reply was only more intense sobbing. Once it subsided, they both sat on the couch. Polly sat down on the chair across.

“Tom, what happened? They said, they said John was killed. I don’t understand any of it.” Suzanne’s puffy eyes were pleading.

“Suze, there’s no easy way to tell you this. I’m just going to have to get it out…”

Just then the door opened and Ed and Maggy Reeves entered the house. Polly jumped up to greet them.

“What’s going on?” Maggy asked Polly. Magnolia Reeves usually took the lead.

“Tom’s just gotten here, he’s going to explain.”

“But where’s John Wesley? Is he alright?” Maggy was frantic.

“No, no he’s not.”

Tom and Suzanna stood up. Suzanna looked through her tears at J.W.’s parents, trying to find the words.

“They say that John was killed.”

“Oh my, no.” Maggy hurried to embrace Suzanna. Ed’s lip began to quiver as he watched.

“How? What happened?” Ed asked to the room.

“Sit down and I’ll give you all the details I have. We aren’t sure about too much yet.” Tom ushered Ed to a chair while Maggy and Suzanna sat holding each other on the couch.

Tom then shared what he knew. A body was discovered by a couple teenagers in Bonhollow Park where they had gone for a little backseat romance. It appeared to be foul play. Upon examining the body they found J.W.’s driver’s license.

“And when I looked closely, I knew it was J.W.” he concluded.

At this the room simultaneously burst into tears. Tom did his best to keep his composure.

“J.W. is on the way to Frankfort now. They will process the evidence” – Tom avoided the word “autopsy” – “and then we’ll know more. After that they’ll allow J.W. to come home.”

It was terrible news, but it had to be delivered.

“Why would John have been at the park?” Suzanna asked, “He told me he was in Tennessee. I just talked to him.” Maggy and Ed looked to Tom for an answer as well.

“We don’t know yet, Suze. There’ll be an investigation. Colin Harrison is heading it up for the KBI. You’ll know anything I know, I’ll make sure of that.”

That was little reassurance.

The baby monitor picked up Claire as she began to wake and stir. As she began to cry, Suzanna felt the ache in her breasts.

“Sounds like it’s time for a feeding. Do you want me to get her for you?” asked Polly, standing up.

“Yes, please.” Suzanna.

Ed Reeves moved and sat next to his Maggy. “What are we going to do?” he asked her.

She just folded into him and cried.









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