Chapter 68

August 5th, 2011

Another Sad Weekend

After hitting I-83 north and getting-off at the Dauphin County exit for quaint old village of Adam's Junction, I drove down the creekside, two-lane road off I-83 under the canopy of large trees to The Cabin's long 1,000ft, crushed stone gravel driveway and turned-in. It was 16:15hrs (4:15pm). I'd called ahead this morning to Randy, my Cabin & Jenny-sitter, to stand-down for the rest of the weekend, but his brand-new $60,000 pick-up was parked in my driveway near the front porch, with the driver's door wide open. I stopped about 400ft from The Cabin, and used my 8x20mm Single Lens Spy Scope from my Satchel Bag, to see what was going on way-up on the porch area. He lay face-down on the front deck, in a pool of blood. Oh shit!

I parked the my Jeep, jumped-out and grabbed my Full-Auto, Class III AR-10® .308cal (7.62 x 51mm NATO) from its carrying bag in the rear cargo compartment, plus 3 extra 20-round mags, loaded 1 and chambered a .308cal round, called the Police Dispatcher on my cellphone and requested immediate back-up with multiple-ambulance/ EMT medical help, and dialed-in the Leupold Gold Dot Mark 4 CQ/T Scope on The Cabin. Two men with sawed-off shotguns rounded the corner of the porch. They weren't good guys and one of them spit at Randy's lifeless body and both raised their shotguns and pointed them towards me. At 400+yds, sawed-off scatterguns are worthless, even if they were firing 12ga Shotgun Sabots (Slugs) for fully-rifled barrels only. I fired twice in rapid succession and hit both in the Sniper's Triangle, killing them instantly. They now laid in expanding pools of blood on the deck.

I unholstered my Kimber 1911 "Eclipse Target II" .45cal ACP and Galco Dual 8-Round Mag Carrier for my Kimber on my belt, chambered a 230gr round and ran as fast as I could toward Randy on the deck, keeping the .45cal pointed at the scene, in case someone else popped-out unexpectedly from somewhere. I set the AR-10 down at the porch steps, unchambered its round, dropped-out the mag and put it under the steps with the extra 2 mags I'd grabbed, so the rifle would be worthless as a weapon to anyone else, checked Randy's neck for a pulse – he was dead and his blood on the deck was starting to dry –and crept around the deck to the back porch. The back door and all back and side windows were intact, so I went back to Randy and the two "alleged" murderers. I secured their weapons, went through their pockets for ID and found their wallets, large amounts of cash and baggies of white powder: Joe and Benny Holtzapple. Natch; more Holtzapples in the local drug business. I checked their necks for pulses; none. I laid their IDs and cash alongside each. I went through Randy's pockets, too; same thing with lots of cash and some small ZipLoc® bags of meth or coke.

I debated, for 3-4 seconds, whether or not to rid him of that evidence, so his father and my friend, Roy, wouldn't know about it. But that would be a felony – tampering with evidence, and possibily other felonies – and I wasn't going to go there. "Sorry you had to get mixed-up in this shit, Randy", I said under my breath. The State Lab would have to sort all of that stuff out, as it was "above my pay-grade", now. I laid all his belongings next to him and went over to his truck. There was a cardboard box on the passenger's floor, full of scores of bottles of Hydracodone®, Oxycodone® and Oxycontin®, plus many more small bags of white powder and large wads of cash. I heard multiple sirens coming down the road, at last.

I sprinted to my Jeep and quickly-pulled it on to the grass, so the 3 AJ Police Dep't Cruisers and 2 Memorial Hospital ambulances could get by me, and then followed them up to The Cabin in the Jeep, now parking on The Cabin's left-side, at the Winter carport by the side door. Capt Clay, the Deputies and medics were all over the porch, deck and the trucks, doing what they needed to do. I disarmed the building, went in and didn't see Jenny, anywhere, and called her. Then I searched all the rooms and closets, and found her hiding under the Master BR's King-Sized Bed, quite freaked-out by all the yelling, screaming, gunfire and final absolute silence. She was shivering and I gave her a great big hug and rubdown, as Capt Clay, Deputies Tim, Alex and Jon came in to talk to me, after securing the crime scene on the deck. It was nearly 17:00hrs (5pm).

After feeding & watering Jenny, we all sat down in the Living Room, and I recounted in detail what had happened, into two recorders; no more "hand-written reports". Now, there'd be both an audio and computer-generated transcript of all Police matters, for the Official Records, thereby eliminating any possibilities of errors or "misstatements of fact" by witnesses and perps. Or by me, for that matter. So I recounted it all in excruciating detail, leaving-out nothing. Clay asked if I had Deputy Sheriff Badge & ID, on me, and I did; he said I'd need it very soon, but since it was "an officially-justified shooting", there shouldn't be any problems.

I heard more cars coming-up the driveway; 4 unmarked PA State Bureau of Narcotics Investigation squad cars. The meadow looked like a parking lot. I invited the 8 of them inside. Suddenly, The Cabin got much smaller than when it was with just Jenny and me, with all those people in there, and I spent 25-30 minutes with the State Police Unit, answering their many questions, also into recorders for later computer transcription. Then they left with the evidence carefully-catalogued and the AJPD left in-charge of the bodies. Shit, I hadn't even brought my weapons or gear inside yet, unpacked, showered or changed into fresh clothes and it was already a 3-ring circus here. I'd barely gotten the dog fed. I could tell it wasn't going to be a peaceful weekend, as I'd hoped.

On this weekend's visit, "The Virtual Cabin" wasn't so peaceful or all that worth "escaping to", since a long-time friend's son had been mixed-up in something he shouldn't have been, and had paid the ultimate price with his young life. It was a sad weekend which I'll not soon forget.

Clay called Roy's Shell Garage & Service Station, Randy's father, told him what happened and requested two tow trucks to remove the pick-ups from my 43-acre property. Roy drove one out himself, saw where his son had been murdered, and towed the new pick-up back to the AJPD, which was then officially-impounded by PA State Police BNI for evidence and prints in the crime. The other truck also went directly to the AJPD's impound yard, with both under padlock and inside the barbed-wire, fenced-off area. The ambulance had already "tagged & bagged" the 3 men, and taken them to the Coroner's Office & Morgue. Roy drove there to ID his son, who'd taken at least one sawed-off 12ga blast in the chest, and died almost instantly as he bled-out on my deck.

Meanwhile, after 100+ pics were taken of the scene, Deputy Tim hosed-off the porch and deck's blood, which was easy since I'd had it refinished and clear-seal-coated just last Fall, in preparation for a possible bad Winter, which we'd definitely had. Capt Clay helped me carry-in my weapons and gear and asked if I'd want to stay at his Family's house for the weekend, instead of here. I thanked him for the kind offer, but I wanted to find that meth/coke lab, and wreak "absolute hell & havoc" on it and its occupants. He warned me about becoming a "Loner Vigilante" and any unprovoked killing without the proper evidence and court-issued warrants, but that went in one ear and out the other. He reminded me that this wasn't 1968, VietNam, I wasn't a Green Beret or Sniper anymore and that I should call him anytime if I had any thoughts along "those lines". I thanked him again for the advice, yet was determined to "find" those who'd murdered my precious love and financee, Gabrielle, and now Roy's son, Randy, and who also had, in the past year-plus, tried many times to kill me over all that gold I'd discovered in the creek, just below my 4-acre meadow.

I remember hearing that "Revenge is a dish best served cold", in a long-past Star Trek II: "The Wrath of Kahn" Movie, in 1982. I would *one day soon have my revenge* for both Gabrielle's and Randy's murders, and that "someday" wouldn't be soon enough for me.

After everyone had left, I slumped-wearily in one of the LR's comfy chairs, petted Jenny, who wasn't too interested in her Kodiak Bearskin today, and decided to drive to the AJPD Station & Town Hall to get into the unmarked Police Cruiser with new, state-of-the-art everything inside, tap into the ongoing State Police investigation records to locate the 2 dead perp's pick-up truck plates and location, figuring that meth/coke lab might not be too awfully far away. It was easy-to-do, and I found that they'd suspected it was located on the western side of AJ, in the steep mountainous terrain. Apparently, 2 of the Feds' numerous UH-60L Blackhawk Choppers had already been dispatched with full contingents of 16 men each, and 6 PA-SP Unmarked Cruisers, plus numerous heavily-armed DEA and BATF units were already on their way, so I decided to back-off for now and let them handle it. Dammit; I wanted to get there first, but they were 10+ steps ahead of me with air power and much greater firepower, though I was a far, far better shot than any of them. They could "learn at my knee" about that, any day.

I closed-down the Unmarked Cruiser in Parking Space #7, and went inside Clay's newly-appointed, spacious and now, modern Police Office – yet another 3-4 "notches" up from that of last week – and chatted with him. He was having the entire AJPD re-furbished, all offices expanded, re-painted and modernized, thanks to a $1,500,000+ State/ Federal Grant. Workers, drop cloths, dry wall, partitions, expanded offices, new wires and fast computers being installed, a new ceiling and recessed lights, fresh paint etc were everywhere. New, state-of-the-art Police Cruisers with state-of-the-art-everything inside, all new communications equipment for all office and patrol personnel, 2 new vehicle impound areas, 4 new jail cells, 2 new evidence rooms, and finally IMO, many new weapons, as per *my exact list*, in a new, being-readied, specially-deigned and secured "Weapons Room". Capt Clay kept his word, as I knew he would. Those new "toys" would arrive by August 22nd, from a reliable FFL (Federal Firearms Licensed) dealer in Harrisburg (PA). And I would personally test, break-in and clean each, at my Cabin's Outdoor Shooting Range, before they were issued to Capt Clay and his Deputies.

Capt Clay had a surprise for me: a dark, navy-blue Deputy Sheriff Baseball Cap, embroidered with "Deputy Sheriff" on the front, and on the back above the adjustable strap. Just like all the other Deputies now wore. Clay wore the Sheriff Chief's Cap; natch. I wondered to myself why it didn't read, "AJPD", instead, but no matter. Right now, I was wearing my Old Straw Hat, which I always had to ditch in a firefight, since it made such an inviting target. Hells-bells, if I had known that the Dep't was so strapped for money that they couldn't afford embroidered AJPD baseball caps ($18.50ea), I'd have bought them for the Deputies, Clay and myself. No biggie. I buy dozens of embroidered caps, t-shirts and hooded-drawstring/front pocket sweatshirts for my LSCP Crew and Staff each year, through Snyder & Co, Red Lion, PA.

I drove back to The Cabin, unpacked, locked/armed the Jeep, checked the front/ rear spotlight array, locked all windows and doors, armed the building, turned the AC down to 77°F to get the heat and humidity out, finally took a shower, changed into some fresh clothes and had sit Jenny next to me on the couch, something she normally doesn't do. She was still a little "unsure" of what had happened – definitely not in either of our "normal weekend routines" for the past year – a little shaky and so I "explained it to her". I think she understood and calmed-down. It was getting dusk now at 20:00hrs (8pm), and I decided that it would be a good time to get some sleep.

After all this depressing crap today, I thought about having a Scotch, Cognac or Brandy, but since I'd given-up all alcohol on January 10th, I dismissed the idea completely. Well, almost. Instead, I laid-out everything in the Kitchen, Kitchen Table & Pantry which I would need for cooking breakfast in the morning, as well as for Jenny's needs, set the Dining Room table for myself – I hate to "fumble around" anytime I chef for Family or Friends, or just cook for myself, and want everything laid-out and accounted for in minute prep detail, per my training at CIA (Culinary Institute of America) in mid-80s –, except the perishables, and headed to bed. Jenny was right behind me at 21:00hrs (9pm).

Just like clockwork from my daily work routine in York, I was awake at 03:30hrs (3:30am) to feed & water Jenny, have a Marlboro®, and then decided to go back to sleep for a couple more hours before making a large breakfast and staying up for the rest of the day. So I slept until around 09:30hrs (9:30am), splashed some cold water on my face and began breakfast prep.

I made Fresh-Squeezed OJ, Eggs Benedict, Country-Butchered & Cured Sausage, Grits w/ Butter & Sea Salt, Pancakes w/ Butter & Vermont Maple Syrup and Turkish-Grind, French Roast, Drip Coffee in the Chemex® Drip System. After her usual Iam's® Wet & Dry Dogfood, Jenny got a fat, sliced-up country sausage and made "short-work" of it. I just wanted to go for a ride.

After doing the dishes, a load of laundry, some vacuuming, I decided to go into AJ's North Main Street area and drive through some of the residential sections, just to relax. I wore my Old Straw Hat, instead of the Deputy's Baseball Cap, because it's cooler on a hot day and I wasn't officially on-duty. I had it, my Badge & ID, and the Beowulf .50cal (the AR-10 .308cal, and Remy 11-87 12ga Semi-Auto) in the back seat of the Jeep, as I always do when I go out driving, anywhere. And of course, my Kimber 1911 .45cal ACP is always with me, as well. One never knows just what might happen.

After Randy's death yesterday, and having to kill those 2 Holtzapple scumbags who murdered him, I felt pretty bad today; even worse than usual after having to kill someone, let alone two people, even lowlife, subhuman dope dealers. I just wanted to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over my head, and go to sleep for a long, long time. But with all the scheduled and new work at the Complex back in York, I didn't have any choice in the matter. I had to return for another 5¼ days do what needed to be done. Not having taken my usual 20mg dose of Naltrexone© for 4-5 days, I had an urge to get a bottle of something, and drink myself into a stupor to forget about it all. I decided to go back on the 50mg as soon as I got back to The Cabin; I had it with me, but still hadn't taken it as prescribed. Maybe getting the craving back, after almost 7 months of sobriety, was not a good idea after all.

If you live long enough, you have regrets, and the ones that "nag" at you the most, are the ones where you knew you had a choice. The very same ones where you knew you could have stopped yourself; the very same ones where you looked into a mirror, and everything good inside yourself said, "Don't do this". It hit me like a ton of bricks.

I stopped by Bev & Tony's General Store to get some Marlboros®, Turkish-Grind French Roast Coffee (fresh-ground in their grinder from aromatic beans) and a couple of 1-gal jugs of cold Ocean Spray® Diet Blueberry-Pomegranate Juice, to drink while driving and put into the 'fridge, when I got back. Because of yesterday's murder-shootings, I never got my food and personal shopping done on Saturday afternoon, as I customarily do when I come to Adam's Junction on weekends. It's a small town and word traveled fast about the incident at my place. I was planning on driving next to Roy's Shell Gas & Service Station, to talk with Roy, Randy's father and offer my condolences, but Tony said Roy had left town after ID-ing his son's body, and didn't say when he'd return for the unscheduled service and funeral. I thought that somewhat odd. I paid my bill and left.

I had my Police Scanner on and heard a "2-11 In Progress" (armed robbery) at a convenience store, just 3-4 blocks northeast of where I'd left Bev & Tony's Store, so I sped-up to get there only to find the two employees shot dead inside, near the front glass doors, with blood and tissue matter all over the place. Sawed-off 12ga shotguns will easily do that at close range, so I ran around back with the Beowulf .50cal with an EoTech Red Dot Scope, and 300gr .50cal rounds (causing massive damage to whatever it hits inside of 200yds). The perps robbers/murderers were just gone; I could still smell the rubber from their peeling tires and see the marks on the concrete parking lot. Deputies Jon and Alan showed-up first; then newly-promoted Sgt Alex arrived. They'd called for ambulances, but body bags were all that were needed now. The AJPD's Forensics Officer arrived and took charge, directing the Deputies with pictures and diagrams. The the memorial Hospital Ambulances and EMTs showed-up just minutes later. I was more interested in catching the lowlife trash who did this.

I jumped into my 2002 Jeep Grand Cherokee "Laredo" and sped-off in the direction of the tire marks out of the lot, and saw a lone pick-up truck moving at a high rate of speed down through Bank & Maple Streets' intersection, just a block away, without stopping for the red light, causing 3 other cars to crash into each other to avoid the speeding truck. I followed with no lights or siren – actually glad I was in the Jeep and not in AJPD's Unmarked Cruiser – it'd be way too obvious. The truck slowed-down as it neared the outskirts of the AJ Village limits, on the north side, and pulled into a large, white farmhouse with multiple barns and out-buildings. I called back to Sgt Alex the exact location and what I thought was the truck belonging to the convenience store attendants' murderers. Capt Clay arrived and so did Deputies Tim, Jon and Alan. They took immediate charge and called-in the PA State Police for back-up. I told them that I had to get back to The Cabin, and home to York. I left the problem to them to "remedy", as I'd had enough for one weekend, being "off-duty".

I listened to the Police Scanner chatter in my Jeep, on the ride back to The Cabin, fed and watered Jenny, called Tony & Bev and reminded them to come by and take care of her and The Cabin until I could make other arrangements for a new handyman, now that Randy was gone, by next weekend, and they promised they would. I left a spare key and the alarm system lock/unlock codes with him (I can change those anytime so only I and the security company know them), while at his store, and I knew that I could trust him and Bev. I packed-up, turned-up the AC to 80°F, said goodbye to Jenny, armed the building and left for my condo in East York, south off I-83. It was good to get home and take care of my condo cat, Murphy, unpack and get ready for some well-deserved sleep. Monday morning would come all too soon for me.

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