14 in Far from Home

  • June 3, 2021, 5:43 p.m.
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The sound of the landline ringing woke me up. Sleepily, I pulled myself out of bed and shuffled down the hall to answer it in the living room.

It was Forrest’s mother. Her English wasn’t very good, but it was good enough to confirm that yes, he was being charged with murder and wouldn’t be let out before trial…and probably not afterward either.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.

His mother hesitated and at first, I wasn’t sure if she understood what I was asking.

Then she said, “I really think it would be best for Forrest and for you if you moved on.”

I assumed “moving on” meant getting out of the condo.

“I hate to abandon him just like that since he’s been so good to me. Do you think visiting him at the jail would help cheer him up?”

Forrest’s mother hesitated again, sighed heavily and said, “No, I don’t think that would be a good idea. I appreciate your concern but…”

“Okay, I have no problem respecting your wishes, but can I please ask who they’re saying he murdered?”

Yet another hesitation and then she finally said, “His ex-wife.”

I was surprised but not surprised. People usually killed those they were close to at one point or another, right?

“Oh, my God,” I said. “Seriously? Do you believe he did that or do you think it could just be a misunderstanding of some kind?”

After waiting for the hesitation I now knew to expect from a mother who was going through something so horrible and obviously not keen on the idea of discussing it much either, she said, “I don’t want to talk about it because Forrest isn’t here to defend himself either way and because I think this is something that should remain in the family. I know the media is going to have their say and that it may not all be true or perhaps a twisted version of the truth, but I really think it would be best if you moved on. I thank you for your support of my son and I know he appreciates it too, and will always be grateful.”

“Again, I’ll happily respect your wishes, but his landlord did say I could stay here as long as I wanted and I don’t know how long that will be, to be honest.”

When Forrest’s mother didn’t say anything I went on with, “I don’t care to remain in Norway indefinitely because I’m not a cold-weather kind of person but I don’t know how long it will take me to move out either because I don’t yet have a place to go. There are some people I plan to contact today and I should get a better sense of things soon. If I can’t stay with them, I’ll return to the US.”

“That’s fine. I’ll be over later to get some of his things.”

Oh wow, I thought to myself. This must be really serious. If she wants to come and get his stuff, then she’s pretty damn confident he’s not getting out of jail anytime soon, whatever it is he really did or didn’t do. But could Forrest really have killed his ex-wife?

Well, the police must surely think they had enough evidence to prove he did or else they wouldn’t have arrested him in the middle of the night as they did, would they?

I told his mother she was welcomed over anytime and was eager to get off the phone with the standoffish woman so I could jump online and see what I could learn.

Once she finally let me go, I found out that Forrest was suspected of killing his wife India and dumping her body at sea in Thailand. A couple of weeks after India went missing, and with Forrest insisting she took off on her own and had no idea where she was, her body washed ashore.

There was no information on how she was killed. I didn’t know if she was shot, strangled or what. Either way, I realize that one of two things likely happened. She really did take off just like Forrest said and got killed somehow, or Forrest had definitely been holding back some serious information about his past. I knew there was a good chance he killed her for any number of reasons whether it was premeditated or a heat-of-the-moment thing and then dumped her, hoping she would never be found.

I was still tired, but I knew I wasn’t going to get any more sleep that day and I really didn’t want to either. There was too much to do.

Just as I was about to step into the shower, the phone rang again. It was Guinevere calling from downstairs. She wanted to invite me down for breakfast and to remind me to ask her any time I needed a ride into town.

I thanked her and told her I would be down after a quick shower.

Then it would be time to get to work on my future.

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