"I really ought to move to a warmer climate," I said to no one in particular as I limped across the intersection toward my townhouse. The damp April weather was playing hell with my arthritis. As I walked down the block, I noticed a tall overweight man standing on my front steps.
"May I help you?"
He flinched at the sound and looked behind him.
"Yes, I'm looking for Robert McNeil. My name is-"
"Arthur Gordon", I said finishing his sentence. "I'm Robert McNeil. What can I do for you this sunny morning?"
Arthur's eyes took stock of my short stature. He scowled. "I came to talk to you about my wife."
I held his stare. "Then please step back so I can unlock the door. We can discuss it inside."
Arthur moved out of the way until I unlocked the door, and then followed me in.
"Would you care for a cup of coffee? I made it before I went for the morning paper. If you do, I suggest we sit at the breakfast nook in the back. The sun warms it nicely this time of day."
He nodded and moved to the back. I carried the coffee service and sat across from him.
"What is it you care to discuss," I asked as I stirred the cream and sugar in my coffee.
His scowl returned as he handed me an opened envelope. It was addressed to me with an uncanceled stamp on front. I removed the card and chuckled. Amy had a wicked sense of humor. It was an anniversary card.
Inside was written: Happy 25th my darling. Love, Amy
"What is the meaning of this McNeil? Are you having an affair with my wife?"
I chuckled. "You might as well start calling me Robert. I hope you cleared your day because this could take quite a while."
I took a moment to enjoy my coffee much to Arthur's exasperation.
"I first met Amy about twenty eight years ago. I was a patrolman on the police force. There had been a number of rapes in the woods between the university campus and the women's dorms. They had me walking the area dressed like a student.
"One night I heard a scream and ran in the direction of the sound. I found two guys holding a squirming woman down while a third pulled off her jeans. She got an arm free and began fighting back until one knocked her out. The third man by then had her naked from the waist down and his pants down to his knees.
"He was about to penetrate her when I kicked my foot up from a dead run and caught him between the legs. He groaned and fell to the side. His accomplices were too busy trying to rip her top off to notice. I hit the second man with my fist to the side of his head. As he went down, I kicked him in the ribs. I didn't notice the last man was cutting off her bra with a knife. As I turned toward him, I saw something shiny slice at my side and swung my arm to deflect it.
"I pulled my gun from the ankle holster as the guy charged firing twice from a couple feet away. The man dropped. I radioed for help. I handcuffed the man I had kicked in the ribs. The one I kicked in the groin started to move until I kicked him in the balls again.
"The woman was conscious, but going into shock. I dressed her as best I could and held her until my assistance arrived. The paramedics were checking her over when they noticed my arm. I had a six inch slash between my wrist and elbow. They wrapped me up and transported me with the woman. On the way to the hospital, she held my hand and wouldn't let go.
"Several weeks after the incident, the desk sergeant handed me a piece of paper. The note was from the woman I saved. Her name was Amy Davis and would I please call her. When I called the next day, she invited me to dinner on Wednesday, fortunately my day off.
"I met Amy and two of the other victims at a little Italian restaurant by the university. They bought me dinner as a thank you for catching those guys. Amy held back as the other women were leaving. She told me she wanted to specially thank me for saving her from what the other women went through. She kissed me, told me I would always be in her prayers, and handed me a small wrapped box and told me to open it when I got home."
With that I reached in my shirt and pulled up a silver chain over my head. It held a silver heart. I turned it over and showed it to Arthur. It was engraved "MY HERO".
"Amy never mentioned the attempted rape to me," said a stunned Arthur, "but the card says twenty fifth. You said the attack was twenty eight years ago."
"You married Amy about a year after she graduated. She worked in the accounting department where you worked. She had your first child, Sarah, a week after your first anniversary."
"How do you know that," Arthur stammered.
I excused myself for a minute and returned with a covered expanding file. I refilled our cups and opened the file as I continued speaking.
"Amy came to see me when she was about six months pregnant. By then I was a detective on the police force. She asked me if I knew a good Private Investigator. When I asked the reason, she said she thought her husband was cheating on her.
"I told her I worked part time for one of the best in town. He was expensive, but if she wanted proof for a divorce, he would uncover it. She said she only had a little money saved up, so I told her to give me the details, your picture, and I would see what I could uncover."
Arthur's eyes sank as he waited for me to continue.
"I believe her name was Joyce. She worked for you about four years. I always wondered how long you were having the affair before you met Amy. The two of you seemed too relaxed together to be a new affair."
"Over two years by the time Amy was pregnant," Arthur stated with a happy tone in his voice. "I heard the rumor that she thought her husband was cheating. I told her I had a friend who was a PI and would investigate cheap. She went for it.