“Oh,” I replied not knowing where this was going. “There was another person, a man with him.” “No, he would never talk about it.” I told him. “Did he ever say there was someone else with him then?” Clifton was in back in the States?” Clif Webb was the Brain’s real name. One day when we were discussing the merits of Medieval Times Restaurant and the jousting show versus Knott’s Berry Farm he got somber. Maybe he trusted me because I was older and had worked with the police in my prior life as an insurance investigator.
Why he felt like he should share this stuff with me, I didn’t know. “Yah, it’s worth it, go!” He nodded his head sagely and with a little heave of the shoulders let out a little sigh.Īnyway, in between getting tourist tips for his trip, the Lieutenant would divulge bits of information to me regarding his investigation.
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Oh, and you might see some movie stars then there’s Las Vegas.” The Chung would sit there mesmerized, drinking in every word. “Well, there’s Gladstone’s for Fish in Malibu, and the beach. He loved to have me give him more details about Southern California and what to expect when they got there. Apparently, they had been saving money for some time but still were a little short. He shared with me from time to time that his greatest aspiration in life was to take his wife and three-year-old daughter to Disneyland. Chung found out in his own detective-style way that I was from California. On my way home from school, I could see them in the office, talking and laughing about whatever or outside having a smoke. Chung had taken to stopping by the apartment house and hanging out in the office with the two old duffers who owned the place. Maybe he subconsciously arranged his face to project the message first.Īnyway, Lt. looked like he was about to say “I’m sorry to tell you this, but….” Point of fact, he probably did have to say that kind of thing to people. Chung, a personable young guy of about forty, had however, a permanently sorrowful look on his face.
Instinctively I knew there was something wrong with that story. When anyone asked about the accident he’d simply say, “I don’t remember what happened.” Instead, he was left with several very deep scars on his body. Some years earlier the Brain had been involved in a very serious auto accident where he was almost killed. He reminded me the the Columbo actor on TV.Īpparently, he had some resources on the police force that allowed him to do some ‘digging’ into the Brain’s pass in the States. He was soft-spoken, unassuming and dressed in regular grey/black street clothes. I spoke to him on more than one occasion. He was a youngish man, very sincere, who spoke very good English. Life began to go back to normal at the school and we all resumed our usual routines.
After a few weeks, the initial shock started to wear off.
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