LAST DATE • by Robert Walton

“And this is Jim Lange signing off! See you next week on The Dating Game!”

Sergeant Ted Bernard, LAPD, leaned forward. “Very entertaining, Al. So?”

Al Murphy flicked a switch and the tape stopped playing. The police department black and white’s screen went from Lange to fuzz. Al looked up. “Guest number three is a mass killer of women. His name is Herb Michaelson and sometime next week he’s going to take Ellen Stiles on the date he just won. I don’t like Ellen’s chances of making it to the goodnight kiss.”

Bernard rubbed his scarred, buzz-cut head and sighed. “You got any proof of this?”

“Ted, despite all appearances to the contrary, you’ve got a brain in that cop head of yours.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“I moved from print to TV five years ago, but I’m still a reporter. I hear things and sometimes I see patterns you cops don’t have time to notice.”

“Go on.”

“Michaelson is really Charles Caparzo. Caparzo was charged eight years ago with murdering a nineteen-year-old girl in Brooklyn.”

“What happened?”

“Lack of evidence, charges dropped.”

“What’s your stake in this?”

Al leaned forward. “Before his arrest, there were five murders and six assaults, all young women, with exactly the same MO. My brother’s kid Jennifer was one of the assaults.”

“Hurt?”

“He beat her, punched her.”

“She okay?”

Al shrugged. “Her nose looks kind of cute crooked. I made Caparzo my business after he got picked up.”

“Priors?”

“Six months at Rikers for aggravated assault twelve years ago. His girlfriend. He changed his name after the murder bump.”

“And?”

“He became a P.E. teacher at Briarcliff, a girl’s prep school in Connecticut.”

“He killed some girls there?”

Al shook his head. “Nope. He’s too smart. Five girls in Connecticut and Massachusetts were killed, though. They went to schools in the same Lacrosse league with Briarcliff.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“I told you. I’m interested. I worked the cops back there. They always know more than gets into the reports.”

Bernard rubbed his head again. “Christ, Al! Bring me some evidence!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Al unplugged the tape machine.

***

The girl’s lovely auburn hair spilled over her shoulder and down her left arm. Her dress — green with a delicate print of yellow blossoms — was rent from between her breasts to just below her navel, its flowers drowned in a scarlet tide.

Al murmured, “Ellen Stiles?”

Bernard nodded. “Ellen Stiles.”

“It’s been a few months.”

“Yeah. You were wrong about the first date.”

Al didn’t answer.

“We’ll keep an eye on him.”

“What’s that mean?”

Bernard shrugged. “The D.A. doesn’t go out on limbs.  This is on me.” Bernard looked at Al. “Patrols will have his license plate number. I’ll put an unmarked car on him when I can, not all the time.”

“Why’d you call me?”

“You’re not a meathead like most reporters. Call me if you hear anything.”

Al gazed at angelic features and sightless eyes.  “I will.”

***

“Trish, I need you to do something for me.”

Trish batted eyelashes that had been working out for years with mascara weights. “What?”

“I need an Iowa school girl.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Al studied her — blonde but not too fake, delicate but five pounds short of chubby, good complexion. He nodded. “Lose the make-up, buy you a decent dress and you won’t look bad at all.”

“Jesus, Al, stun me with compliments, why don’t you?”

“Sure, you’re twenty-six, but in the right light you could pass for twenty.”

“Now I’m an old lady!”

“What was it, eighteen months at Terminal Island?”

Trish snapped her gum. “So nice of you to bring up the highlights of a girl’s past.”

Al grinned. “Prison was part of your education, honey. It’s an asset. There’s $200 in this for you.”

Trish chewed harder. “And the $500 you loaned me?”

Al nodded. “That, too. All debts are clear.”

“Deal.”

Al studied her again. “You must have carried a blade in there. You still got something?”

Trish frowned. “Since Terminal Island, let’s say I don’t walk around in public naked.”

“Good! I’ve got a guy I want you to meet.”

***

Trish glowed in her daisy yellow dress. She grinned at Al and sat down on the bench beside him. “That was a piece of cake. All I did was ask him how to get to Hollywood and he hit on me like a big trout.”

“You’re going out with him?”

She nodded. “Tonight at 7:30.”

Al frowned.  “This guy could be trouble. You watch him.”

Trish shrugged. “I always do.”

“Where are you going?”

“A movie. Maybe someplace after.”

“I’ll stay as close as I can.”

“You do that.”

***

Red lights pulsed through tree branches. An ambulance’s doors slammed shut. Rocks spattered Al and Bernard as its wheels spun briefly in gravel. Its siren wound up as it gained speed.

Bernard stared at the receding lights. “Thanks for the tip, Al.”

Al shook his head. “It didn’t work out like I hoped. Think they’ll get to the hospital in time?”

“Anything is possible.”

“Shit!”

“Thanks anyway.”

Al sighed. “Forget it.”

They turned and walked back toward the second ambulance.

“She a friend of yours?”

“I helped her out of a jam once. Good kid.”

They reached the ambulance. Al leaned in. “Trish, you gonna make it?”

Trish’s teary, blood-streaked face turned to Al. “Two hundred lousy bucks for a broken nose!”

Al grinned. “Make it three.”

Trish glared at him.

“And I’ll take you out to eat when your black eye fades.”

Trish’s eyebrows shot up.

“Hey, I got a reputation to think of.”

The ambulance door slammed shut and it took off in a shower of gravel.

“Some kid!” Bernard shook his head.

“Yeah.”

“Did you see where she stuck him with that ice-pick? Whatever sentence they give him, it won’t be as bad as that.”

“It’s still not bad enough.”

Bernard chuckled.  “Al, add fifty bucks from me.”


Robert Walton is a retired teacher with thirty-six years of service and an experienced writer. His story “Three’s a Crowd” was produced as a radio play and it was broadcast on KUSF on November 22nd, 2006. His “Dogwood Dream” won the 2011 New Millennium short fiction competition and most recently “Like a Thorny Child” won the 2012 CCW short story contest. His Civil War novel Dawn Drums has just been published to good reviews and is available on Amazon.


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  • Tibor Simic

    This is a TV crime drama squeezed into flash fiction format. That’s at once its best and worst quality. The characters and the plot are meaty, but formulaic. You can imagine how it could develop across ten seasons, with Ted providing fresh cases, Al and Trish developing an unlikely and unwanted attraction, and Jennifer appearing occasionally and, of course, getting in trouble.

    I gave it three stars. The craft is impeccable, but with flash fiction, I think craft isn’t everything. I can get my fill of generic cop drama every night on TV; from flash fiction I expect something more personal, more exploratory, braver.

    • S Conroy
      Find this comment interesting. I really enjoyed the story and gave it loads of stars, but realised later that I wasn't getting flashbacks. With really good stories bits of them often pop into my head as the day goes on, even if they're not technically perfect. So perhaps that's the forumulaic thing. Though the day isn't quite over yet...
  • Tibor Simic

    This is a TV crime drama squeezed into flash fiction format. That’s at once its best and worst quality. The characters and the plot are meaty, but formulaic. You can imagine how it could develop across ten seasons, with Ted providing fresh cases, Al and Trish developing an unlikely and unwanted attraction, and Jennifer appearing occasionally and, of course, getting in trouble.

    I gave it three stars. The craft is impeccable, but with flash fiction, I think craft isn’t everything. I can get my fill of generic cop drama every night on TV; from flash fiction I expect something more personal, more exploratory, braver.

    • S Conroy
      Find this comment interesting. I really enjoyed the story and gave it loads of stars, but realised later that I wasn't getting flashbacks. With really good stories bits of them often pop into my head as the day goes on, even if they're not technically perfect. So perhaps that's the forumulaic thing. Though the day isn't quite over yet...
  • Maddenlaw

    Rodney Alcala? Nice blend of fact and fiction. You do a lot with a little bit! Great flash! Nice also, that Alcala didn’t die — as opposed to the girl killing him outright. My only critique is that I would have built up the girl’s violent streak a bit more to lend credibility to Al’s expectation that she would have bested him, maybe even used it to justify his putting her in harm’s way. Great flash!

  • Maddenlaw

    Rodney Alcala? Nice blend of fact and fiction. You do a lot with a little bit! Great flash! Nice also, that Alcala didn’t die — as opposed to the girl killing him outright. My only critique is that I would have built up the girl’s violent streak a bit more to lend credibility to Al’s expectation that she would have bested him, maybe even used it to justify his putting her in harm’s way. Great flash!

  • Paul A. Freeman

    Very readable. Ice pick to the gonads – nice one!

  • Paul A. Freeman

    Very readable. Ice pick to the gonads – nice one!

  • terrytvgal

    Entertaining overall. I don’t think the reference to ‘The Dating Game’ added anything to the tale, other than to set the time frame. The girl injured off the show was not necessary to developing the character of the assailant, as that was made clear in dialogue. 3stars. Thanks, Robert!

  • terrytvgal

    Entertaining overall. I don’t think the reference to ‘The Dating Game’ added anything to the tale, other than to set the time frame. The girl injured off the show was not necessary to developing the character of the assailant, as that was made clear in dialogue. 3stars. Thanks, Robert!

  • Jeff

    To me it read slow, never got me hooked.

  • To me it read slow, never got me hooked.

  • Cranky Steven

    I would have preferred the ice pick to be a straight razor but it served. Five stars for a great yarn.

  • Cranky Steven

    I would have preferred the ice pick to be a straight razor but it served. Five stars for a great yarn.

  • BUD CLAYMAN

    I thought this was really good but I would like to have seen Trish’s confrontation with the killer. I realize there is a word limit with some Flash but this piece, as mentioned by others, borrowed heavily from the television crime drama genre and because of that I think it warranted showing us that scene. I’ll give this three stars.

  • BUD CLAYMAN

    I thought this was really good but I would like to have seen Trish’s confrontation with the killer. I realize there is a word limit with some Flash but this piece, as mentioned by others, borrowed heavily from the television crime drama genre and because of that I think it warranted showing us that scene. I’ll give this three stars.