It would have been a dirty shame and a one way ticket to hell if I had met my end at that time and in that manner.
I was a police officer, and I was hanging out with my friend Nick AKA Blacka and Mikey the belt-man; in Middle Street, in Kingstown, St. Vincent and the Grenadines, as I often did on my day off. A beautiful young lady walk by;, and she gave me that look. I was taken aback by the young lady’s beauty. So I accosted the young lady and we began to chat, I had not seen anyone like this young girl.
From that conversation; I learnt that she was fourteen years old, she was from the town of Mesopotamia and she liked me. I was flattered and I was tempted. I said to the young lady, you are so beautiful it hurts my heart to think that you are too young for me. She said to me: "who said I am too young for you". I then explained that she was under the lawful age to be involved in a meaningful relationship with an adult. I continued, if I only kiss you, I will end up in prison. The young lady said who is going to talk about what we do. I replied to her, I don't know but if I lay a finger on you, the entire world is going to know. I then advised the young lady to come back to look for me, in four years when she is an adult.
I often hope to see the beautiful young lady again, just to keep in touch and to chat, but I never did. I had resolved that I will never see that girl again and I went on with my life. However, about four years later, I met this beautiful young lady, I accosted her and we chat for a while, then without me asking, she said to me, I am eighteen years now. I was confused; I said to myself: “where did that come from”. I guess my friend saw the confusion on my face; which prompted her to ask: “don't you remember me?”
It was then; I had a real time flashback, to the strange meeting I had with the underage girl in middle Street. I quickly said of course I remembered you. We chat for a while, we exchanged phone numbers; we kept in touch and soon after that meeting we started dating.
One day; while I was driving a foreign official, that night after work, I met my friend, I had the care of a government rented car and decided to take her home; after all it was not my gas. It was early in the evening, and a beautiful moonlit night, so we decided to hang out for a while. I drove to our regular spot in La Coix. I do not know the name of the area, however; to get to the spot, driving from the Mespo; to La Coix, I took the first right turn in front of the Dean's shop and residence.
This area was farm lands with a strip of paved road that was only wide enough to accommodate one vehicle. There was one wide area on the road that was meant to accommodate two vehicles going in the opposite direction. However; both drivers had to corporate, in that one vehicle had to stop in the wide area while the other pass. At the end of the road there was a loop that brings you back on to the road going in the opposite direction of travel along the same road. As was usual I parked with the front of the vehicle facing outward. This area was out petting lab, and very often we went beyond petting. The place was very secluded. I have never seen anything one in that area before. I got a better understanding of the location, and could see how close La Coix was to Argyle.
While I was ensuring that we were properly parked, my friend said, Allan someone just passed and looked into the car; the person passed on the passenger side of the car. Then she asked me if I saw the person but I did not see anyone. I asked her if she recognized the person but she said she did not. Something tell me she did but did not want to discuss it. It was a bright moonlit night so I got out the car, I make a brief look around to appease my friend and to take away her apprehension; however I did not see anyone; there was no where for the person to; for the entire land was fenced in.
I went back into the car, I tried to kiss her as we did earlier and as we did in that location numerous times before, she said to me, Allan I am not in any mood for that tonight. I asked if everything was OK. She replied yes. Since everything was OK I decided to try to get her in the mood for a little romance. While I was trying to entice her, I felt a bump on the car. It was then my friend turned to me and said, come on Allan, I have never withheld myself from you. If I tell you I am not in the mood accept that.
I looked at my friend and I shamefully accept that she was correct. I said you are right; I must respect your wishes. By this time, I knew my friend did not just imagine the person, she saw outside the car, but from the bump I felt on the car, was indicative that someone was snooping around outside of the car. I was too stupid to be afraid, I reclined the driver’s seat to match my friend seat, I then tilt the outside rear view mirror to see anything or anyone that was hoping to make a sneak attack on us while we were chatting. I tilt the inside rear view mirror to see anything that suddenly rise up at the back of the car and I kept the foot breaks, holding it pressed in, which illuminated the entire rear of the vehicle. Thus gave me a good visual, of any movement around the car; even while in the reclined position. We sat there and we chat until it was time to take the beautiful young lady to her father home with whom she lived.
It was in this conversation, I discovered that my friend was raped the year before I first met. I learn that her rapist was a lawyer who later became a politician. When I asked she told me, her father wanted to report the matter to the police but her mother insisted and refused to report the matter; as a result, the rift between her parents broke up their marriage and pushed her father to alcoholism.
My heart went out to my friend and it was then that I realized; this young lady may not be in love with me as I thought but she was. Maybe she was looking for protection from her insecurities that were associated with rape. May be our first meeting; was a cry for help, the type of help she needed, the type of help she did not get a year earlier. I was ashamed that I did not take the time to find out this before. So for most of you who want to know why I hate Ralph Gonsalves this is one of several reasons.
Sometime later, I was transferred to the Biabou Police Station, after daily bouts with inspector 313 Cornelius Charles at the Traffic Branch; who was sent to take charged of the traffic Branch by Ralph Gonsalves to give me hell. However, after I was transferred to the Biabou Police Station, Cornelius Charles was promoted to Superintendent and once again, he followed me. This time he was sent to be the in charge of the South Central Police Division which included the Calliaquia Police Station, Stubbs Police Station, the Mesopotamia Police Station and the Biabou police Station. I think it is one of the festive seasons, it may be carnival or Christmas, however; the superintendent ordered nightly weekend patrol of the division. This was one of the way he ensure that I had a hard time.
It was about 3:00 am in the morning or there about, we were coming to the end of the the nights patrol, all the guys who were on patrol in the back seat was fast asleep, Myself and the sergeant was awake and we were chatting. I had to be focus because I was the driver. We were traveling West along the Argyle (Stretch) Public Road, heading to Stubbs Police Station, where we was going to dropped the Stubbs personnel to his station. It was then I saw a little blaze of fire on the north-western side of Argyle, I brought the fire to the Sgt. Attention and he said lets go to see what was going on over there.
By this time my sleeping colleague in the back seat were all awoke and we began to speculate what it could be. Some suggested it was people with music having a BBQ, etc. However, when we got to the scene we notice a Pickup Truck was on fire and we could smell a strong aroma of burning flesh. Immediately my heart began to race as I had a real life flash back to that night when my friend and I was parked in that very spot chatting; with our vehicle facing in the same direction this vehicle was. The exact same spot that my friend saw someone in the dark; looked into the vehicle, and the exact spot, I later felt the bump on the vehicle from outside.
We stayed at the scene until day light and it was determined that the vehicle belonged to a popular butcher Mr. John who apparently was from the town of Mesopotamia and his murder was committed by the now infamous Compea and his nephews. Investigations and confession revealed that Compea was a serial murder who had murdered in cold blood several people, including his brother. most of whom he buried in shallow graves. I always asked myself this question, was it Compea outside that car on that beautiful noonlit night and was he waiting on me or was this one of Butcher John's rendezvous place also and he was expecting Mr. John? I wonder! Mmmm!
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