The ListA Story by Michele Rae DeJeanA neighbor of a friend has a big secret The phone rang at ten minutes until four.
I was afraid to answer it. In ten minutes my eight hour shift was done and I
would get to go home. When the phone rang so close to the start of the next
shift and the employee wasn’t there yet it was frequently to say they wouldn’t
be in. “West Eighteenth Seven Eleven” I answered
with trepidation. “Hi Sherrie.” “Hi.” It was my boyfriend. “I was afraid
this was going to be Rod telling me he wouldn’t be in tonight.” “No it’s not. I need you to come over to
my house as soon as you get off.” “Okay. Can I go home first and change my
clothes?” His voice sounded off. “You have plenty of clothes to change into
at my house. You don’t need to go home first.” I could tell something was very
wrong. “Alright I’m almost off. I’ll be right
over.” I couldn’t imagine what was wrong but he definitely sounded shook up.
Just then Rod walked in the door. “Sorry I wasn’t here sooner. My car
wouldn’t start.” Rod looked pretty stressed out. “It’s alright. I still have five more
minutes of my shift left. I’m just happy when someone gets here so I can leave.
I don’t care if you’re early just that you show up.” I sincerely meant that. I
had more than one person not show up for their shift before. I had to work an
extra four hours one time before the owner finally came in to relieve me. Rod
had been working there as long as I and he had always been reliable. “Well I
need to get going. My boyfriend just called and wants me to come over. I don’t
know what’s going on but it sounds like something’s wrong.” “Let’s change tills and you can leave.” He
grabbed the cash drawer and counted the money into it. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” I grabbed
my purse and headed out to my car. Greg’s house was only a fifteen minute
drive from where I worked. I parked in the driveway and walked up to the house.
Greg met me at the door. Our friends Larry and Debbie were sitting on the
couch. They looked tired and stressed out. “Come in.” He grabbed me by the shoulders
and looked me in the eyes. “Bill killed himself.” I felt a wave of shock come over me.
“What do you mean?” “He’s dead. He shot himself in the head a
couple of hours ago.” Greg looked terrible. “What happened? How do you know?” I felt
numb. “I was there when it happened. Come in and
sit down.” Greg grabbed me and guided me into the living room. He held me and I
started crying. “How did it happen?” I was overcome with a
feeling of dread. “It will be on the 5 o’clock news I’m
sure.” Larry and Debbie looked really freaked
out. They were sitting on the couch holding each other. “Last night we were all over at Bill’s
house across the street. He had already rented it to Larry and Debbie, but you
already know that. He had moved in with me two days ago, but you already know
that too. There was a pay per view fight on and Larry had rented it and Bill
and I were over there watching it with them. When the fight was over Bill said
he needed to get something from my house and he left.” Greg continued to tell me the story.
“About
ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. Larry answered it and there
were two policemen standing there.” “Is this Bill Snyder’s house?” One of the
policemen addressed Larry. “Yes it is. I am renting it from him.”
Larry looked over at me. “Is Bill here?” They looked around the
room for Bill. “He was but he is staying at Greg’s house
across the street right now and he just went over there to get something about
five minutes ago.” I went to the door. “Bill
is staying with me. Do you want me to go get him?” “Which house is he at?” They both were
looking across the street at my house. “The one with the Camaro parked in the driveway.” I pointed to my house. “Does that Camaro belong to Bill?” One of
the policemen asked. “Yes it does. I can go get him for you.” “If it’s alright with you we would prefer
you stay here. Do we have your permission to go over to your house?” “Yes but I’ll go with you?” I was getting a little worried by the way
they were acting so I walked across the street to my house. The policemen
followed me. When I opened the front door I could hear the sound of a gun being
cocked. The policemen heard it also and they each moved to either side of the
door. I was getting worried about what was going on so I carefully entered the
house. “Don’t come any closer.” Bill had a gun in his hand and he had it
pointed at his forehead. “What are you doing? There are a couple
cops here that want to talk to you.” “I know. They are here to arrest me. They
don’t want to talk.” “How do you know? Talk to them. You are
planning on going to court tomorrow. You aren’t doing anything wrong. Put the
gun down.” I was getting worried about the way Bill was acting. “You don’t understand. You need to leave.”
Bill was still holding the gun to his
head. “Come on. You don’t want to kill yourself.
Why don’t I call one of the counselors at Serenity Lane? They helped you before
didn’t they?” “They aren’t there this time of night.” “Well then we can wait until they are
there in the morning.” “Okay. But don’t come any closer.” I sat on the floor of the living room and
tried to talk Bill into putting the gun down. The two policemen waited out in
front of the house. I yelled at them that Bill was going to turn himself in to
Serenity Lane in the morning. I made small talk with Bill all night long. It
seemed like the night lasted forever. I was hoping Bill would go to sleep but
he didn’t. The morning came and I called Serenity
Lane. I told them I was coming in with a former patient that needed their help.
I told them Bill’s name and hung up. Bill walked to my car that was in the
garage. He was still holding the gun to his head. I drove the car the fifteen
minute drive to the drug and alcohol clinic. When I pulled in the parking lot I
saw S.W.A.T. team members lurking around the back of the building. I figured
they would shoot Bill when he got out of the car. I tried to wrestle the gun
away from Bill but he was too strong. A shot went through the floor boards and
then a shot went through the roof. I
gave up trying to get the gun. Bill got out of the car and sat down in the
grass next to it with the gun pointed to his head. I walked up to the building
to talk to the police to try and get them to back off. They immediately grabbed
me and handcuffed me to a pole. They walked up to Bill and talked him into
lowering the gun. Just as they got close Bill picked the gun up and shot
himself in the head. “They took off the
handcuffs and told me to go home.” Greg
finished up the history of Bill’s suicide.
I felt sick to my stomach. I knew that there had been a possibility that
Bill had been guilty of the crimes he was accused of. I was told he was by his
boss Rick and his wife Diane, who were friends of mine, right after he was
arrested.
Rick was the president of the company Bill worked for. Rick’s wife,
Diane, was well known for being a gossip. My roommate, Erin, and I both were
their friends and were invited over for dinner a couple of days after Bill was
first been arrested for the crime he called Greg about and had us feed his dogs
and cat while he was in jail. “Did you hear
about Bill getting arrested?” Diane had asked me after I got seated on the
couch. “Yes I did, I
went over to his house with Greg last night to feed his pets after he called
and told Greg he was in jail and he thought he would be released the next day.
And he was.”
I didn’t tell Diane that I had noticed his house was in a total state of
disarray. There were empty bottles of beer all over the place and girlie
magazines spread all over the house, he obviously hadn’t planned on having
anyone see it like this. I wondered where his girlfriend Jennifer was. I
couldn’t imagine him having his place look like that with her around. “Do you
know why he was arrested? Greg thought Bill said it was for threatening someone?” “It was. He
pulled a knife on a woman that works with him and his buddy Dana, she works
directly under Rick. Apparently she dated him a few times a several months ago.
Supposedly she told Dana that she’s pregnant with his child and if he didn’t
take responsibility for it she said she would make his life miserable. Dana
told Bill all about it and that he was afraid she will ruin his relationship
with his fiancée. He never told her about the times he had slept with the other
gal. Bill followed her from work to the store and got in her car and threatened
her with a knife if she didn’t leave Dana alone. She started screaming and
jumped out of the car and ran. Bill ran away but the cops came and found him
hiding behind the store and took him to jail.” “That’s weird. Why
would he do that? Dana isn’t that good of a friend.” “I don’t know
but the police came to talk to Rick about it today. He found out Bill is a
registered sex offender. They wouldn’t tell Rick what he did before but if I
were you I would stay away from him.” “Trust me I
won’t! That really scares me. I don’t want to around a man who threatens
women.”
The next day I called up Greg. “Did you know Bill is a has been arrested
before and is a sex offender?” “Who told you
that?” “It was Bill’s
boss’s wife, Diane. You met Rick and Diane at Bill’s parties.” “I remember
them. How does she know?” “Apparently the
police came and talked to Rick about what happened with Bill and Julie. They
told him that Bill has been arrested before and he is a registered sex
offender. They wanted to know if Rick knew anything about anything about what
was going on between Dana, Bill or Julie. That is when they told Rick about
Bill having a record. I don’t want to have anything to do with him.” “I’d like to
talk to Bill first. It’s kind of hard to believe that he would do something
like that. I think you are overreacting.” “I admit it
seems out of character but I don’t have any tolerance for people who commit sex
crimes.” “I think we
should find out the truth first.” “Where are we
going to find that out? Do you really think Bill will tell you the truth about
something like that?” “I don’t know
but I would like to give him a chance. I have known him for years and have
never seen him do anything wrong, ever.”
I understood Greg’s reluctance to think Bill was guilty. He has never
done anything bad or weird for the four years we have known him. I went over to
Greg’s house the next night. After we had dinner he brought up the elephant in
the room. “I asked Bill
about what the police told Rick. Bill said that he used to be a serious
alcoholic and did some really stupid things but he was never in jail. He said
that he had a party one time and there were minors at it. He said that no one
would admit to being at his party so the police were mad because they couldn’t
prosecute him. He said they harass him occasionally when they feel like it. I
believe him.” I didn’t think
that sounded right but I let Greg think what he wanted to. I still planned on
having nothing to do with Bill. A couple of nights later I was visiting Greg
and Bill came over. I didn’t say anything to him. He had just come over to
borrow something of Greg’s and didn’t stay long. He was acting the same as he
always had, and it made me wonder a little bit about whether he was being
falsely accused.
I had known Bill for most of the four years I had been dating Greg. He
lived directly across the street from Greg and he was the only neighbor of his
that was close in age. At first he had just been someone we visited with in the
front yard but then we started inviting him to our barbecues and him and his
girlfriend Jennifer became good friends of ours. When we went to Mexico for two
months last winter he came over and took care of the yard and watered the
plants. He had a key to the house so he could come over whenever we needed him
to.
Not long after Bill was arrested Greg ended up going out of town to work
for a month and as usual Greg had Bill keep an eye on the place when I wasn’t
around. One night I went over to Greg’s house to get away from my roommate and
the party that was going on at our place. I was in bed reading a book in bed
when I heard someone unlock and open the front door. I had forgotten that Bill
was watching the house.
When he came in I yelled at him to him that I was there. I had parked in
the garage so he didn’t realize I was staying there. I came out of the bedroom
and he was the same old friendly Bill I had always known so I told him to stay
and visit. We had a nice conversation and he went back to his house. I was
starting to think Greg was right about Bill and that even though he screwed he
wasn’t the dangerous criminal that the police were trying to make him out to
be. Otherwise he would still be locked up right?
Greg came back to town and I told him that I had changed my mind about
Bill’s being dangerous. The time was drawing near for Bill’s court date and he
told Greg that he was sure that he would end up being put in jail because of
what Dana’s girlfriend had been telling everyone. He said he believed the
police were still mad that he didn’t do any jail time from the case from ten years
before and that they would like to make sure he did this time. It was starting
to look like a bit of a set up. Greg’s friends, Larry and Debbie, had been
renting a house a couple of streets away and the house had been for sale while
they had been renting it and it finally sold. They were frantically looking for
a place to live. Bill offered to rent them his house because he was so sure
that he was going to do jail time. He said he would like it if they would live
in his while he was in jail so he didn’t lose it because he wouldn’t be around
to make the mortgage payments. He admitted he had been drunk and doing drugs
again when he had threatened Dana’s girlfriend. He was pissed off that she was
trying to ruin his Dana’s life. The sex had been consensual between her
and Dana and he didn’t think it was fair for her to screw Dana over. If he
hadn’t been drunk he would never have done what he did as he knew it was none
of business. He was upset because Dana was so stressed out that he had been
talking about suicide. Bill asked Greg
if he could stay at his house while he waited for his trial so he could rent
his house to Larry and Debbie. He said even if he didn’t get convicted he would
still rather rent them his house and live somewhere else that was cheaper since
he no longer had a job. All he needed to do was find places for his dogs to
live. Greg told Bill it was alright with him. I hadn’t been staying there much
since I wasn’t really sure what to believe about the whole situation. I
had always had a place that I rented with a friend which was close to where I
worked that I had always spent at least a couple of nights a week at. I just
changed to spending most of my time there after the incident with Bill. Greg’s
house was his to do with what he wanted. Larry and
Debbie rented Bill’s house and moved in. His trial date was five days away. He
moved into Greg’s spare bedroom. I went over to Greg’s house two days later
while Greg was gone to a union meeting. I had some things still at his house that
I needed the next day. Bill wasn’t there and I went ion the house and got
the things I had come for. I was sitting on the couch when Bill walked in the
door and he came in and sat down. “Hi, how are
you?” “Fine, how are
you?” “I’m not very
good actually. I did some stupid things when I was drinking and doing drugs ten
years ago. I’m sure I’m going to be put in jail on Wednesday for doing
something even stupider. I got drunk, after so many years staying sober, and
made someone think I was going to hurt them.. The police have been trying to
send me to jail for ten years and it looks like they are going to get their
wish.” I was trying to
be unbiased. “So you didn’t do anything wrong?” “I did
something wrong, I stupidly threatened Julie for trying to ruin Dana’s life. He
told me he was thinking about killing himself and I believed he might. I was
drunk and did some coke, I shouldn’t ever have started drinking again but I
did. It doesn’t really matter what I did. The police want me to go to jail.” He was
extremely emotional. What he did was dangerous and stupid but he sounded pretty
convinced that Dana was not doing well.
He wasn’t trying to hurt the gal but was just trying to get her to back
off and not try and ruin Dana’s life. “Would you go
out to dinner with me tonight? I really want to have one last dinner at the
Valley River Inn before I go to court. I really love their food.” I have always
tried to trust my inner voice and it told me I had nothing to worry about. I
felt Greg was right, “Sure I’ll go out to dinner with you, but I’m driving.” “Fantastic, I
will buy you whatever you want.” I drove Bill
and I to dinner at the very nice and expensive restaurant. We had a great
dinner and a nice time visiting, just like we always did. He told me how
freaked out he was about the prospect of going to jail. He asked me to stop in
the park on the way back to Greg’s house and I did. We watched the teenage kids
ride around on skateboards for a while. Then I took Bill back to Greg’s house
and since Greg was still at his meeting I went home.
Greg had just finished telling me
what happened in the parking lot of the drug and alcohol center. I was trying
to process what had happened. The man I had known for four years who had always
been a kind and understanding friend was dead. Larry, Debbie, Greg and I went to the golf
course bar and drank and danced our grief away. The next morning I went outside
and grabbed the morning newspaper from the front porch of Greg’s house.
“Man kills himself at Serenity Lane” read the headline on the front
page. I started to read the article. “Local man shoots himself after a standoff
with the police” is the secondary headline. “Police went to the home of Bill
Snyder to talk to him regarding a claim by a prostitute that he had kidnapped
her the night before and raped her. He taped her mouth shut with duct tape and
left her tied to a pole alongside the road sixty miles south of Eugene in the
small town of Curtain. A motorist noticed the woman and called the police. The
woman described her assailant as being a man who drove a 1969 blue Camaro that
had fur on the dash. Police had recently arrested Bill Snyder in connection
with an attempted kidnapping case and the car fit the description of Mr.
Snyder’s car. The police went to his house to question him about the case but
he was waiting for them with a gun.”
I couldn’t believe what I was reading. Bill’s car was one of a kind.
There were a few blue 1969 Camaro’s in town but I had never seen one that had
fur upholstery on the dash other than Bill’s. Bill kidnapped the prostitute the
same night I went out to dinner with him. I felt like someone punched me in the
stomach. Greg and I went in to the bedroom that Bill had stayed in for the last
few nights. Greg put the few personal items of Bill’s that he had in the room
in a plastic bag. I took the sheets off of the bed and I felt something under
the mattress.
I pulled out a pad of paper and it had a list with five items written on
it,
“Duct tape, Rope, Plastic bags, Lye, Shovel.”
I never heard who Bill gave his two dogs to the day before Larry and
Debbie moved into his house. I was afraid I found out what happened to them but
I will never know for sure. © 2014 Michele Rae DeJean |
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Added on January 9, 2014 Last Updated on January 9, 2014 AuthorMichele Rae DeJeanEugene, ORAboutI am 55 and live on a 12 acre mini-ranch in Eugene that I started buying 6 years ago. I live with two wolf dogs and have 2 twelve year old cats I got from the local shelter when they were kittens as w.. more..Writing
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