I was sitting in my car, my key in the ignition ready to move as soon as I saw her coming out of ‘Close Partners’. Blond after blond had set their answering machines on record, looked over their desks, locked the company’s door, went down the elevators and walked right past me. They weren’t interested in me nor I in them. I was waiting for the blond I knew had killed my brother Bobo.
He and I were more than brothers. We were friends, companions, two of a kind, until Bobo got fouled up in long blond hair, perfect looks, a cute swinging ass. I could see his eyes light up at the mere mention of her name, Dynah with a ‘Y’. I heard about their meeting over and over. They met waiting for a cab on 40th street. It was a rainy evening, misty. A Diamond cab he had hailed stopped right in front of him. He jumped in. The blond was no more than five feet away. She was umbrella less. Her hair was scraggly. Her brown leather jacket was dripping down her legs. Bobo, the essence of thoughtfulness, asked the cabby to wait a sec, leaned out the door and invited the wet lady in to share his cab. She jumped in so fast she almost sat in his lap. And that was that! Dynah got Bobo and I got bupkis. .
Lots of times we went out as a threesome. Sometimes, but rarely, I brought a lady with me. Without explaining, I knew that none of my ladies like Dynah. I just figured they were jealous. Either one liked her or really disliked her. She always got the brown end of the stick. My own feelings see-sawed. Bobo and I still had our closeness, our brotherly love but something was missing. No it wasn’t that. It was something was added that put a knotty kink in our relationship.
Our apartment held just me most of the time. Bobo slept at Dynah’s. He never told me where she lived. I didn’t ask. All that mattered was Bobo loved her and she loved him. What her background was, where she went to school, where she worked just didn’t come up. Had it been, I would not be in my car watching for Dynah.
Bobo came to our place Monday three a.m. , May 10. His face was scratched badly. His shirt was torn. All he told me was he and Dynah had a big argument about nothing. ‘Bobo, I had no idea she was so hot-headed. She would have pushed me off the terrace railing if she were a little stronger.’ I tried hard to get details but Bobo gave me none. He undressed, took a shower and closed his bedroom door. His loud voice came thru it but not distinctly. There definitely was anger in his tone. Even with my ear pressed against his door, I couldn’t make out his words but did know he was groveling, begging for forgiveness. Then there was silence.
I scrambled eggs and onions for Bobo’s breakfast that I had to eat. He gave me the silent treatment until he got to the front door. ‘Jim, this can’t go on. Dynah hates me and I have no idea why. I believed in her, her love for me and now, out of nowhere, she is not my Dynah anymore.’
Bobo closed the door quietly, got in his car and the next time I saw him he was on a slab at the coroners. He had been shot, once in his head and once in his chest. His car was still parked on the street in front of Dynah’s building, 37 Edison Parkway. That Lt. Callahan told me.
Callahan also told me some details. Bobo’s blood was on the stairs going down from Dynah’s apartment. There was no blood in her place or powder marks on her hands. After a thorough search, no gun was found. She was held over night, agreed to take a polygraph. Dynah was let go but is the only suspect at this time. I learned that she works for Close Partners that is a high class dating service. She is not much more than a glorified whore.
My misery was overpowering. I had to follow Bobo’s wish to be cremated. Sitting thru the short service, I felt him going up in smoke. My hatred, anger against Dynha was so great I could have easily shot her, slit her throat, thrown her in the furnace with Bobo. Rationality took over and I knew I had to start someplace and my someplace turned out to be across street from Close Partners. I sit there every afternoon, rent cars so I shouldn’t be noticed, follow her everywhere. I WILL catch her.
I miss Bobo.
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