Date: Sat, 24 Mar 2012 23:07:14 -0400
From: crazy4u <rnielsen47@gmail.com>
Subject: The Man From Swift Current Chapter 44, GM College, High School

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Chapter Forty Four - Destruction

Keith, Kerry, Rick and I said our good-byes to the adults and Ruth Ann
early Saturday morning.  On our drive back to Atlanta, Rick and I talked
excitedly about our move.  We arrived back at the apartment a little after
12 noon.  Keith and Kerry pulled up as we were unloading our stuff from the
car.  We climbed the stairs to our apartment and were stunned to see the
door was wide open.

Rick said grimly, "I bet Peyton and Angie broke into our apartment while we
were gone."  He opened the screen door and stepped inside.  I followed him
through the doorway and stopped and stared in horror at the scene of total
destruction that greeted my eyes.

I grabbed Rick's arm for support, "We'd better call the cops.  Don't touch
anything so they can take photographs of everything."

When Rick didn't respond, I pulled him back outside the apartment.  "Let's
go downstairs and call from Keith and Kerry's apartment.  I led him down
the stairs and knocked on their apartment door.

Kerry came to the door.  She took one look at Rick and asked, "What's
wrong?"

I said, "Can we use your phone to call the police.  Someone trashed our
place."

"Sure, you know where it is," she said.

"Rick, do you have Melodie's phone number?" I asked.

Rick didn't respond right away so I asked my question, again, "Rick, do you
have Melodie's phone number?"  I touched his arm and he finally looked at
me.  "Melodie's phone number, do you have it?"

"Uh, yeah," he responded and pulled out a slip of paper from his wallet and
handed it to me.

I turned and went into the kitchen to call the police while Kerry asked
Rick to sit down on the couch.  I returned from the kitchen and went over
and sat next to Rick taking his hand in mine.  He was shaking pretty badly
and I could tell he was in shock.

"Kerry, can you bring me a blanket?" I asked.  She left and returned with
Keith who had the blanket in his arms.

Keith handed me the blanket and I covered Rick with the blanket and held
him in my arms until the shaking stopped.

Rick seemed to recover from his initial shock because he started clenching
his fists and he face turned a deep red.  "When I get my hands on Peyton,
he won't have time to know what hit him because he'll be dead before he
hits the ground," Rick said fiercely.

"Rick, let the police handle it.  I'm sure that Peyton and Angie left their
fingerprints everywhere in the apartment from the looks of things." I said.

"How much damage was done?" Keith asked.

"Everything has been destroyed," I answered.  "I didn't look any further
than the front room and the kitchen but I'm pretty sure the bedrooms and
bathroom are in just as bad a shape."

There was a knock on the door at that moment.  The police had arrived
pretty quickly.  Keith invited them inside.  They were the same two police
officers who had investigated the vandalism of Rick's Jeep Wrangler.  When
they saw us, Officer Taliaferro greeted us, "Hello, again.  I was afraid
that something else would happen to you two.  Will you tell us what
happened?"

I explained how we had just arrived from a few days at the beach with Keith
and Kerry and described for them what we saw as we entered the apartment
upstairs.  Officer Dougherty had brought a camera with him so we followed
the officers upstairs to survey the damage done to the apartment.

The police officers went in first to make sure the apartment was clear and
to take photos documenting the damage to the apartment.  Officer Dougherty
came back outside and said, "You can go inside now.  Please don't touch
anything until we get a chance to check for fingerprints.  I must warn you,
it's pretty bad."

Everything in the kitchen had been completely destroyed.  Someone had taken
a crowbar or something and smashed the appliances and pried the cabinets
off the walls.  The table was nothing but kindling wood.  Every glass dish
we owned was pulverized.  We walked into our bedroom see the same kind of
devastation.  Someone had spray-painted, "We will kill you, Faggots!  We
missed you this time but we won't fail next time!" on the wall in red and
had drawn a gallows with a noose and a crude stick figure hanging from it.

The bed was in the same shape as the table – completely destroyed.  The
mattress had been cut to shreds and the headboard chopped into small
pieces.  The same thing was done to the dressers and the closet doors.  Our
clothes had been cut to pieces and tossed in a heap on the floor.

In the bathroom, the mirrors were shattered in many pieces and the medicine
cabinet had been pulled off the wall.  The most shocking thing was the two
Ken Barbie Dolls each hung by a hangman's noose from the shower head one
labeled Rick the other labeled Glenn.  It was all too much to take in.  I
have never had such virulent hatred directed at me.  The thought of what
might have happened had we been home when they broke into the apartment
sent shivers down my back.

I turned away from the horrible scene and buried my face in Rick's chest.
Rick pulled me out of the bathroom.  I could tell he was pretty upset by
what he'd seen because his arms trembled as he held me.

"Do you have a place to stay?" asked Officer Dougherty.

I pulled away from Rick and answered, "Yeah, we can stay downstairs with my
cousin and his wife," I answered.

"Good.  You won't be able to stay here tonight.  Here is a copy of the
police report.  We will send over an investigation team to check for
fingerprints or anything that might lead us to who did this," he said.  "We
will be interviewing all of your neighbors to find out if they saw anyone.
Someone should have heard something with all of the destruction that
happened here."

Rick spoke up, "I know who did this.  His name is Peyton Johnson and his
girlfriend, Angie.  They have had some help from my Uncle George as well.
This looks like the work of several people."

"Can you give us a description of Peyton and your Uncle?" the officer
asked.

Rick proceeded to give him a description of all three plus a description of
their car.  "That's all we need from you tonight.  We will be back in touch
with you if we find anything."

We followed the officer out of the apartment and went back downstairs to my
cousin's apartment.  Keith and Kerry were waiting to hear what the police
had to say.  Rick and I described to them what we saw in the apartment and
what the police had told us.

"We need to let my parents know what's happened and then we need to call
Grandpa," Keith said.

I nodded my head in agreement.  I waited with Rick on the couch while Keith
called his folks.

Kerry said, "I think we need to pick up the rental truck and get some boxes
so we can get packed and moved by tonight.  I don't want to stay here
another night with what's happened."

"That sounds like a plan to me," Rick agreed.  "I need something to keep me
from thinking about what we saw upstairs."

Keith returned and beckoned to me to join him in the kitchen.  He handed me
the phone and he picked up the wireless handset as he dialed Grandpa's
number.

"Hello, Grandma," Keith said.  "Is Grandpa there?"

"Yes, he is dear.  I'll get him on the line," Grandma said.

A moment later, Grandpa said, "Hello, Keith.  Both your Grandma and I are
on the phone.  What's happened?"

Keith and I explained everything that had happened since we arrived at our
apartment building.  When we were finished, Grandpa asked, "Can you get
yourselves moved tonight, Keith?"

"I think so with Rick and Glenn helping us.  We really don't have much here
since we just got back from our honeymoon.  I moved a few things in before
we got married."

"Move what you can tonight and stay in the condos and then return to finish
moving in the morning.  Call me as soon as you have settled into the
condos.  It doesn't matter how late it gets.  I want a phone call from both
of you," Grandpa said in a tone of voice that left no doubt that we needed
to follow his instructions.

We both said, "Yes, Grandpa."

 "Get moving boys.  Good-bye," Grandpa said and the line went dead.

I looked at Keith and grinned, "I guess we'd better get moving as he said."

We joined Rick and Kerry.  "Grandpa wants us moved out tonight," I said.
"Rick and I will go get the truck and return here in a little while to help
pack up."

"Kerry and I will start taking the bed apart and get it ready to move,"
Keith said.

Rick and I left to get the truck and returned about 30 minutes later.
Keith was right; there wasn't much stuff in the apartment.  We had
everything packed into the truck in a matter of hours.  We took a short
break for pizza and some soda before we drove the truck over to the condo
building.  We all had to our identification to the guards and they checked
our cars over to make sure there wasn't anyone hiding in the car.  They
verified that we had been cleared to move in by the security office.  The
guard gave us directions to the loading dock of the building we were moving
into.  It took far less time to unload then it did to load the truck.
Kerry and Rick had driven over in our cars and met us at the loading dock.

As we took the first load up to Keith and Kerry's new place, their
neighbors across the hall came out and introduced themselves.

"We're the Peterson's.  I'm Jeff and this Julie," Jeff said by way of
introduction.

"I'm Keith and this is my wife, Kerry.  This is my cousin, Glenn," Keith
said as he shook hands with Jeff.

"Nice to meet you.  It looks like you are our new neighbors," Julie said.

"Yes, we are just moving in," Kerry said smiling at her.

"Can you use a helping hand?" Jeff asked.

"Sure, we would be glad to have your help.  We are trying to get moved in
tonight if we can," Keith responded.

"Great!  Tell me what you need me to do," Julie said looking at Kerry.

"Can you help me unpack while the guys move stuff in?" Kerry asked.

"I'd love to," Julie said.

We took the boxes into the kitchen and left the two women chatting with
each other as they started putting things away in the kitchen.

We took Jeff down to meet Rick and to get another load of stuff.  With
Jeff's help, we unloaded the truck pretty quickly.  Rick and I returned the
truck while Jeff and Keith joined their wives in setting things up in the
condo.

By the time we returned to the condo, it was nearly midnight.  We knocked
on the door and were let in by Kerry.  She was smiling and seemed very
happy.

"Guys, nearly everything has been put away except for a few boxes in the
bedroom.  The Peterson's had an extra bed in their storage unit that they
have lent to us until we can get you set up in your own place.  We have
already set it up in the spare bedroom."

"Thanks, Kerry, for being so kind to us," I said.

"You're welcome, Glenn.  Thank you guys for helping us get moved.  I
couldn't stand the thought of staying at the apartment after what happened
to you guys."

"I'm glad were moved, too," Rick said.  "I'm so exhausted.  I'm ready to
collapse."

"Kerry, show us to our room.  I need to get this big guy to bed," I said
smiling at Rick.

"This way," she said leading us towards the bedrooms.  "There are fresh
towels in your bathroom if you want to grab a shower before going to bed."

"Thanks, again, Kerry," Rick said.

"Good night, guys.  I'll see you in the morning," Kerry said as she pulled
our bedroom door closed.

We were so tired that we took a quick shower and collapsed in bed.  We were
both asleep before our heads hit the pillows.