Officer Jones

Chapter 92

Rockfield

Sunday October 16

Gwen reached into the backseat of what was once the Rockfield Gazette van. Anyone who thought the FBI would gladly pick up the bill to fix their paint job has never worked with the FBI.

She reached back into a sea of bagged newspapers and grabbed one. When the driveway came into sight, she whipped her arm and sent the paper flying. It bounced onto the driveway.

I looked up from the copy of today’s paper that I’d been skimming in the passenger seat. I was again struck by the volatility Gwen had shown all morning, but wrote it off as one of those womanly things I wasn’t evolved enough to understand. I went back to trying to decide what was more beautiful-the multicolored fall foliage of the New England countryside or Gwen Delaney. Even in her Sunday morning look of Columbia sweatshirt, no make up, hair in a ponytail, and scowl on her face, Gwen won by a first round knockout. No contest. But for some reason, she didn’t seem to be sharing my poetic view of our relationship this morning.

“Are you okay?” I bravely asked again. It was exactly an hour since the last time I attempted such foolery and almost got my head bitten off. Miraculously, the collision with Benson hadn’t led to further broken bones, but I wasn’t as confident I’d survive this Sunday drive.

“I’m fine-what makes you think something’s wrong?” she snapped back at me.

I took it as a cue to return to the paper, focusing on the front page. It was the exclusive interview Gwen had done with my brother before his death. One particular section drew my attention as I read Noah’s words.

Nothing good ever comes from looking back they tell me, but looking back is the only way for me to see Lisa. The first year after the accident I didn’t want to do anything but kill myself. Then, for the first time in a year, I heard her voice in my head. I used to always hear her voice, especially when I was about to do something stupid, but after the accident I only heard her scream. On the one-year anniversary I was on top of Samerauk Bridge ready to end it and I heard her voice again. It told me to live.

I looked up, tears blurring my vision. “This is an amazing article, Gwen.”

She flicked another paper. “I’m glad Noah’s story could be told. But he’s the one who told it-I just wrote it down.”

“Stop being so modest, you brought his story to life.”

“I said it was nothing,” she snarled at me. I shrugged, returning to the safety of the sports page, as Gwen whipped another paper.

The awkward silence was broken by the ring of my phone, which had been returned by Lamar Thompson. I gave him my Humvee for his help in saving Gwen and Carter. Seemed like a fair trade to me. It was Lauren Bowden, so I let it go to voice mail.

Gwen pulled the van safely into home base-it was five minutes past seven. We’d started at four. It was hard enough to get up at that hour, but my father couldn’t resist the urge to wake me even earlier, to inform me that the school board voted to rescind Ethan’s suspension. The wake-up was not necessary, since this was not news to either of us-my father was the one who twisted the necessary arms to make the deal happen.

We entered the creaky colonial that housed the Gazette. In the three hours of newspaper delivery, I tallied Gwen’s words to me as less than fifteen.

Murray was already present, in his formal church attire, including his trademark bow tie. He’d brewed a pot of coffee and brought an assortment of doughnuts.

Earlier in the week, following the arrest, I lamented the attention being given nationally to the man who’d killed my brother, with his media-savvy lawyer feeding the flame. I believed that Benson was going to get his wish to have his story told after all, and part of me regretted not shooting him on the spot.

But Murray set me straight. “John Pierpont, the news moves at such a rapid pace these days that Grady Benson will be in the battle of his life to remain relevant beyond this week. I’d stake my reputation upon it.”

That was a big reputation, and as usual, he was right. On Wednesday, Benson became old news locally when Maloney stepped down as First Selectman, claiming that the hostage incident had sparked a re-evaluation of his life, and he wanted to spend more time with his family. Peter Warner would serve in the interim, until a full time replacement was in place.

On Thursday, Grady Benson became old news nationally. Peace talks broke down between the US and North Korea. Tensions were at an all-time high, and two-hundred-thousand US troops had landed in Seoul on Friday morning.

After our arrival, the old teacher critiqued the Sunday writings of the current issue. He called Gwen’s interview with Noah “compelling” and “a perfect mixture of fact and emotion.” She seemed to be saving her unpleasant demeanor for me, as she smiled at Murray and cheerily replied, “Thank you, Murray. Coming from you it means a lot.”

Murray described my article about Ethan’s suspension being lifted as “improved” and “coming along.” Not exactly beaming praise, but I took what I could get at this point.

A visitor entered the office. She kissed Murray on the cheek, to which he replied, “Congratulations on becoming the First Lady of Rockfield once again, Sandra.” They both smiled at each other. She then greeted her son and should-have-been daughter-in-law with hugs.

My mother brought with her a large framed object that appeared to be a painting. She turned it around to display a framed copy of the Rockfield Gazette front page, which detailed the events of October 10.

“We are going to hang it in the historical society, but first I hoped to get the three of you to autograph it.”

Gwen and I both signed. But before completing the trilogy of autographs, Murray began to read the article aloud.

Local Policeman Charged in Murder Spree

By Gwen Delaney and JP Warner

Rockfield police officer Kyle Jones was arrested and charged with multiple murders spanning over decades. The latest of which was longtime Rockfield resident Noah Warner, 25, on Labor Day weekend of this year.

It was later revealed that Jones’ true identity was that of Grady Benson, originally from San Diego, California. The arrest of Benson followed a daring car chase along Main Street, in which Benson was holding former Rockfield First Selectman Robert Maloney hostage. Maloney was too shaken for a formal interview, but issued a statement thanking everyone for all the good wishes he has received.

According to sources within the FBI, the alleged arrest of a man named Grady Benson on October 8, was part of a strategy to lure the real Benson into the open. Agent Hawkins, in charge of the FBI investigation, said it’s not a common tactic, but “this was a case with special circumstances that required cooperation between departments. I would like to thank Chief Tolland and the Rockfield Police, along with Robert Maloney and his office.”

The same sources within the FBI have told the Rockfield Gazette that a search warrant has been issued and performed for a home that Benson owns in Ocracoke Island, North Carolina. The FBI has no official comment on evidence seized, but the Gazette has learned the contents tell the clear story of a vigilante serial killer, including details of the murder Kyle Jones, the man whose identity he’d assumed. When asked the nature of the evidence, the source stated, “The moron actually wrote every detail down in a journal.”

The journals told the story of a man distraught over his parents’ death at the hands of a drunk driver on July 4, 1989. Benson’s first recorded murder in the journal was that of Timothy Kent, the man convicted of killing his parents, on the anniversary of their death in 1991.

The killing spree resumed in Arizona in 1996 when Benson allegedly murdered former NFL football player Leonard Harris. Harris, like all Benson’s alleged victims, had a connection to a drunken driving fatality. His former teammate Byron Jasper commented yesterday from his home in South Carolina. “Leonard Harris was a man who learned the value of life the hard way. He worked daily to become a better person. Benson in no way helped the two girls who died in the accident. All he did was add to the misery, and I’m glad that justice has finally been served in the case of Leonard Harris.”

The highest profile of any of Benson’s alleged victims was US Senator Craig Kingsbury. The Kingsbury family released a statement calling George and Craig Kingsbury patriots, and added, “The Kingsbury family has always been the strongest advocates of the law and the judicial system. We have full belief that justice will be served in this case. We also categorically deny any involvement by Craig Kingsbury in the untimely death of Marilyn Lacey, and find any allegations in that case both slanderous and insensitive to a grieving family.”

Concerning the deaths that touched closest to Rockfield’s heart, Casey Leeds’ family had no comment, but regulars at Main Street Tavern plan to celebrate their friend’s death this upcoming Sunday by watching football and drinking beer, just as “Casey would have wanted it.” The families of Noah Warner and Lisa Spargo released a joint statement. “We are happy that justice has been served. Taking Noah’s life could never have brought Lisa back or stopped our grieving for her, which will last for the rest of our lives. Our hope is that the two of them are together again in a better place. All Grady Benson accomplished was taking another child away from another mother.”

Benson has hired renowned defense attorney Barney Cook, who issued the following statement, “Grady Benson has an important story to tell. He looks forward to his day in court.” Benson’s arraignment will take place on Thursday in federal court.