He went on for a while, and Virgil and Jenkins heard him out, then sent him on his way.
As he was going out the door, Jenkins said, “On your way home, think about Ann and Andorra gettin’ it on. Think about the details of it. It’ll be hard, but you ought to be majorly pissed by the time you arrive. You want to have a real head of steam when you get there...”
—
Virgil and Jenkins would set up in Jenkins’s rental car, parked on the street around the corner from the Apels’ house. The receiver/recorder worked best within a hundred feet of the microphone and transmitter. On the way over, Jenkins said, “You’re plotting something. Is there more going on than I know about?”
“Yeah, but I’m not going to talk about it because I’m probably wrong, and then you and Shrake would make fun of me until I got something even worse on you guys.”
Jenkins thought about that. “What if you’re not as clever as you think you are?”
“Then, uh, we go home without solving this case.”
When they left Skinner & Holland, they told Apel to wait five minutes before he followed them. Five minutes after they parked,Apel turned into his driveway and parked in front of the garage. “Here we go,” Jenkins said.
As he walked up to the house, carrying a grocery sack, Apel said, “I hope you can hear me.”
“We can,” Virgil said, though Apel couldn’t hear him.
—
They heard the door opening, and Ann Apel said, “Took you long enough. Where’ve you been?”
“I got a story about that. Let me put the frozen stuff away.”
Refrigerator door opening, paper and plastic rustling, then Ann: “What’s going on?”
After a lengthy pause, Apel asked, “How long were you fuckin’ Glen? Huh? How long was that going on?”
“What! I don’t know what...”
Apel was shouting. “I just wrung it out of Trudy. When that fuckin’ Flowers was here, he said Glen was fuckin’ somebody, but he didn’t know who, but I figured it out. It was you. I knew something was going on... Were you fuckin’ him and me on the same day or did you trade us off?”
Ann Apel screamed at him: “I wouldn’t have been fuckin’ him at all if you could still get it up...”
“Oh, yeah, if I could still get it up? I could get it up if you weren’t colder than a frozen fish stick...”
—
They went on.
Jenkins asked, “I wonder where they heard that ‘fuckin’ Flowers’ thing? I thought it was only us cops who said that.”
“Everybody says that, even Frankie. Now, shut up and listen.”
—
Apel: “...brushed your fuckin’ teeth when you got home anyway. But now I’m wondering, what else was going on? Did you have to get rid of him?”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You shot him, bitch. I know that, and if you get real unlucky, that fuckin’ Flowers knows it, too. He’s gonna figure out who was there with Glen; he got some DNA stuff off the sheets...”
“You think I shot him? I didn’t shoot him. I thought maybe you did, you asshole, but I kept my mouth shut about it... Hey! What do you mean, brush my teeth...”
Sound of glass breaking.
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