The Id and The Odyssey; Episode 101
Sam owned a 1960 Mercedes sedan and that’s what they along with the key to the safety deposit box drove to Augusta.
They met Butch at a diner for lunch.
After ordering Butch said, “So what brings you guys to Augusta?”
Before Rich had a chance to say anything Sam said, “On our way to Lewiston. We thought about going a few miles out of our way to have lunch. I’m thinking about buying another paper and I thought I‘d like some company on the way.”
“In Lewiston?” Butch said. “And have you ever thought about getting a dog?”
“I’m looking there and couple other places,” Sam said.
Sam was attempting to conceal the reason for being in Augusta.
“How’s things for you in Augusta?” Rich said playing along.
“I’m liking it,” Butch said. “I had a guy showing me the ropes at the capitol. He moved up to managing editor. He’s had the job for better than twenty years.” Butch leaned close to them and whispered. “We get our leads and tips from the janitors and hookers.”
They chuckled. Butch and Sam exchanged trade secrets on finding sources. Rich caught Butch up on all the little things from The Beacon.
The meal was brought to their table. They ate and Sam picked up the check.
They walked to their cars. Butch shook their hands and thanked them for dropping by. “I sure miss The Beacon, but not the pay.”
“We miss you too,” Sam said. “We found without you more gets done, so I gave everybody a raise.”
Butch smiled and got his car.
Rich and Sam got in their car and drove towards out of town.
“What about the bank?” Rich said.
“Butch is three cars behind us,” Sam said looking through the rearview mirror.
“Why’s he following?” Rich said.
“It’s a reporter’s instinct,” Sam said. “He has them and he feels we’re on to something. He‘ll sit at the city limits until he‘s convinced we aren‘t coming back. He has to know something‘s up.”
“What about instincts?” Rich said.
“Instincts are based upon assessing a lot of little things,” Sam said. “You just don’t know you see them, but you do and quickly evaluate them. We‘ve done it so much we don‘t know we’re doing it.”
Sam drove for a while, made a couple of turns, and entered Augusta from a different road. They drove to the bank of the key for the safe-deposit box. They went to the bank and removed the box to a private room. Inside the box was a ledger. Sam slipped it under his coat and they walked out of the bank.
As They drove outside Augusta back toward Rockland Sam handed the ledger to Rich and said, “Read the first date. What’s in it?”
Rich opened it. It was written like a diary.
June 7 1958; Snow told Black burn house of Adair. Rod gave money to Ball. Ball said the marshal won’t talk. He’s one of ours. Rod laughed they are all ours. Especially Donovan.
Rich thumbed through the ledger. “There’s an entry every month for five years,” Rich said. “Listen to this the last page; “This is a journal kept by Rose Ann Gaffee. We rented room to Shane O’Leary at 455 Port Street in Clyde. Four men met there once a month. I’m the only one who knows their real names. I heard their conversations from the heat register over the stove in the store.”
“We take this back to the office and microfilm each page,” Sam said. “And than turn it over to the police.”
“Why not Smithson? I have a good relationship with him,” Rich said. “He’s given some leads and kept me informed. I trust him with it.”
“Sure,” Sam said. “Send some business his way and he’ll continue to be a good source. It’s good you’re building relationships.”
They arrived at The Beacon after everyone left for the day Sam photographed each page. He developed the microfilm himself and locked it away in the safe in his office.
“22 - 27 - 50,” Sam said. “The year I was born, the year Katie was born, and the year we were married. You got it?”
“Yeah,” Rich said.
“Trust,” Sam said. “Trust and loyalty; do you understand.”
“Yes,” Rich said
“Get this to Smithson right away and say nothing of me or the microfilm,” Sam said in such a way there was no room to question him.
“If there is ever a time you should do exactly what I say without deviation, it is now,” Sam said staring Rich in the eyes and with his hand firmly on his shoulder.
“I will,” Rich said.
“This is very important,” Sam said. “How you do the small things will determine the big things for you in the future.”
Rich had never seen Sam like this. He was generally sober, but now he was deadly serious. It seemed not for his sake, but something beyond him.
Rich called Smithson and made arrangements to meet in the parking lot of the marina.