CHAPTER 1
Released from prison after serving nineteen months of a twenty-four-month sentence, out early because of exemplary behavior, Ryan Bateman returned to Maxwell City, accepting his life was in tatters.
He remembered the night well, as if it were yesterday. He'd been to a strip club and had drank too much and had become befuddled. Similarly intoxicated Merton Joyce, his employer, had come up to him and offered him a ride home. Merton had driven much too fast, lost control turning out of Pioneer Avenue into Maple Street. The car mounted the far sidewalk and plowed through the front of Guthrie's Home Supply Store.
Ryan regained conscious aware Merton was shaking him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, my lights went out for a few seconds."
"Look, I'm in deep shit. The cops will be here within minutes. You admit you were the driver and I'll stand by you."
"Was I driving?" Ryan slurred.
"Yes my good man. You were driving. I'll stand by you over this. You'll get ninety days but I'll compensate you."
They both staggered out on to the sidewalk unaware that a gas pipe in the building had been severed. The car motor was still running, battery acid was dripping from the cracked battery case. Something ignited and there was a violent explosion, hurling Ryan and Merton into the street, falling just short of the arriving police car as it braked heavily to avoid them. The two cops pulled the two drunks into the middle of the street and they watched helplessly as the fire spread. Fire crews fought the blaze but not before Guthrie's and two adjoining stores were destroyed and the furniture warehouse was severely damaged by water and smoke.
"Remember you were the driver," Merton hissed.
"Was I?" murmured the befuddled Ryan.
At the police precinct the desk sergeant asked for conformation who was the driver.
"My sales manager," Merton asserted.
"Yeah, I must have been."
Both men had been breath-tested, the readings indicating Ryan was well over the limit for safe driving and Merton rated as being incapable of driving.
In court Merton asserted Ryan had been the driver and Ryan annoyed the judge by declaring he couldn't remember who was driving. The vehicle had been destroyed in the resultant fire and there had been no witnesses.
The judge pronounced, "Ryan Edward Bateman you clearly were the driver in this unfortunate incident when your recklessness resulted in the investors in four important stores in this city being temporarily put out of business and most people who worked in those premises lost their jobs although some will be reinstated following rebuilding. You are a disgrace to this community. I hereby sentence you to two years imprisonment. Take him away."
Merton visited Ryan in prison two weeks later.
"Do you remember what happened that night that got you in here?"
"Yes, bits and pieces."
"Who was driving Ryan."
"You were."
"Christ, keep your mouth shut and I'll see you right when you get out of here. Is that a deal?"
"Yeah I have no alternative apart from seeking another hearing but what the hell. You have a family and I have nothing since my wife upped and left me."
* * *
Ryan called Merton.
"Hi."
"Christ it's you Ryan."
"I'm out early because of good behavior."
"That's good, where are you?"
"At the train station here in Maxwell."
"Where will you stay?"
"I have nowhere to stay. I lost my apartment in foreclosure. There is the residue of my financial input but I have to apply to the bank for it to be released to me."
"I'll help you with that. You can stay with us until we get something sorted. I'm coming for you now."
"Are you sober?"
"Ah funny man. After that heart-stopping experience I now only drink very moderately. And you?"
"Ah funny man. I'm just out of prison, remember?"
"Oh yeah. We'll get a couple of beers into you and a good steak when we get back here."
Merton eyed his former sales manager. "Christ you've filled out, all muscle, but you need attention from a hair stylist."
"I exercised in the gym twice a day and spent four hours a day learning unarmed combat and then teaching it. The alternative was to work in the vegetable garden to reduce boredom but I'm not a gardening guy."
"Wasn't it risky for the guards having you guys learn unarmed combat?"
"Nah, they kept goading us to have a go. After seeing two guys who had a go almost blown in two by shotgun blasts the message that guards reigned supreme got through."
"So it wasn't a picnic?"
"You have to be kidding funny guy."
Driving up to the stately home Merton said, "Only me wife Kathryn and my daughter Geneva know the truth about what happened that night. I didn't tell my loud mouth son Gary. Even so, don't expect too much sympathy from the women because both have objected to an ex-jailbird coming to our house. When do you have to report to the police?"
"By 10:00 tomorrow morning."
"I'll get you there on time. Just be charming to my women will you? It's possible you could win them over but foul up on that and your time here will be hell. I know my wife and daughter."
Merton's wife Kathryn inspected Ryan contemptuously. "You are not particularly welcome here."
"I can understand that."
"Who cut your hair?"
"One of the cooks."
A smile lurked on Kathryn's face.
"It's the truth ma'am."
Mrs Joyce was over-weight and very pale. By comparison the daughter who entered the room just then looked super-fit and very tanned.
"Hi."
"Good evening Miss Joyce."
"So they taught you manners inside?"
"I had manners before I entered the facility and haven't forgotten them."
"Did you have a hard time?"
"Losing your liberty is hard enough just be itself. But I suffered various degrees of deprivation."
"And they broke your spirit?"
"What do you think Miss?"
"I think not. I remember you and can see you have built up your body while inside."
Mrs Joyce said, "Well go into the kitchen Bateman. Cook will feed you."
"No I shall eat with the family and in future address me as Mr Bateman or more preferably as Ryan."
"Merton!"
"You heard Ryan. He has every right to ask for that, even demand it. He's not scum. He was a decent man before this unfortunate affair and appears to remain so. Please treat him like family Kathryn."
Cheeks burning Kathryn said, "Very well. You may eat with us Ryan."
"Thank you ma'am."
"You may call me Kathryn."
"Thank you Kathryn. Please understand although I've had three days in a halfway house it may take me several days before I return to acting normally."
"And you may call me Geneva."
"Pretty face, pretty name Geneva."
"I'll thank you for not being personal."