Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter 6

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Spontaneous Combustion

Chapter Six

They were sitting in a corner both at a local restaurant waiting for the meal they'd ordered to arrive. They were laughing because Jennifer had just finished telling Sam about the last time her uncle had spoken with a prospective date. The last time she'd seen him the poor guy was running out of the diner as fast as he could.

"I think he likes you," she told Sam smiling.

"How could you tell?" he asked her.

"He shook your hand before we left. He's never done that before, I think he approves."

Sam wasn't sure what to say to that so he did what he always does when got uncomfortable about a conversation. He changed the subject. "So your family owns the diner?"

"Yeah, I pretty much grew up in that diner. I love it, I always have. Most of the people from around here come in to eat and I get to meet new people constantly."

"Well, its good food," he said with a grin, "and great service."

"Dad says the whole thing was mom's idea. They way he tells it, when I was little and we still lived in California she used to bug him to death about opening his own restaurant because he was such a good cook."

"So your dad is the cook, not your mom?" Sam asked.

"Oh, no, we don't let mom anywhere near the kitchen. She has got to be the worst cook in the world." She laughed, "She's the business manager. She handles the finance end of the business."

The waitress brought their meals and disappeared back into the kitchen.

"So Sam what about you," Jennifer asked, "What do you do for a living?"

Sam grimaced. He never really knew how to answer this question because he hated lying, but there was no way he could tell the truth. "Well, Dean and I we, um, we're kind of on an extended road trip right now."

"Sounds like fun. How long have you been gone from home?"

Sam almost choked on that question he sure couldn't tell her that he'd been on a road trip almost his entire life. He tilted his head to the side and gave her a half smile and said, "Seems like forever, but hey, we're having so much fun we may never go back."

"I'll bet. It would be nice to be able to travel and see different places."

"Really?" he asked. He didn't like being the topic of the conversation. "Tell me if you could go anywhere you wanted where would you go?"

"Anywhere?"

"Yeah."

"Paris would be nice, but there are so many places here in the states that I haven't seen yet. I'd love to see New York City it would be wonderful to go a Broadway play, or take a buggy ride through Central park."

Sam watched her as she spoke. She was so animated just the way Jessica had been, so bright and cheerful. This girl was so much like her that a couple of times tonight he almost forgot that she wasn't. He smiled a sad smile realizing that he had forgotten all the good times that he and Jessica had shared. He was so focused on her death that he had forgotten her life.

Jennifer was saying something to Sam, but he was only half paying attention.

"Sam," she said quietly.

He looked at her and smiled. "Yes?"

"I remind you of someone don't I?" she asked.

He looked at her for second before replying. "I guess it shows?"

She laughed and said, "Well, let's just say you shouldn't try winning at poker."

"I'm sorry I…"

She interrupted him, "Its okay Sam, I'm not offended, in fact I'm kind of flattered. You obviously cared a great deal for this woman."

Sam didn't know what to say so he just nodded his head. He knew the emotions had to be written all over his face, but he was at a loss of how to control them other then getting up and walking away. Which he was so very tempted to do, but he got himself into this mess by asking her out. She shouldn't have to pay for his thoughtlessness.

"Would you like to talk about her?"

Sam shook his head very quietly said, "Um, I a… I can't."

"It's okay. We don't have to talk about her." She said then changed the subject. "So why Oakridge, what brought you and your brother here?"

He laughed, "Dean and I we're um, kind of amateur detectives. We saw the stories of all the deaths in the area and decided we'd do a little digging and see what we could find." Not to far from the truth, but not exactly a lie either.

"That's kind of neat, but I wouldn't let the sheriff know. He's kind of a stickler about people poking their noses into his investigations," she said. "Have you found anything yet?"

Not the best subject in the world Sam thought, but much safer then attempting to discuss Jessica with her. "Yeah, actually I did. I spent the day at the library going through old newspapers and stuff and I found a pattern."

"But Uncle Tommy said there wasn't one. None of the girls that died even knew each other. He said they didn't even use the same grocery stores."

"Your uncle talks to you about his investigations?" Sam asked.

"No, but he comes into the diner all the time with the other deputies and sometimes the sheriff." She shrugged. "It's not that big a place I hear all kinds of things working there."

"I bet you do," Sam laughed, "But, there is a pattern when you put the three men that have died together with the women."

"Really, they said those two cases aren't even connected?"

"Yeah, they are." he said smiling at her. "Well, I still have a few things to work out, but I think I for the most part I'm close to figuring this mystery out."

"So you'll be able to figure out who's killing everyone?"

"Maybe, if I can work out the kinks I've run into."

"What kinks?"

"Well, for one I can't figure out how the men are connected. I don't think they've ever met, but I know there is a connection, there's got to be."

"Well, I knew Mr. Reeves and he didn't know any of the other men that died, but he was there at the restaurant the day that the first man died."

"Wait, he was a witness to the death of Mr. Burrows?"

"Yeah, but they never even spoke to each other."

"That's it though, that's the connection. I'd be willing to bet that Mr. Henderson was a witness to the death of Mr. Reeves too."

Jennifer had watched as Sam went from sad to excited in the space of just a few minutes and she smiled. All of a sudden he was like a kid in a candy factory. And, it he was right about the pattern he may have just helped to solve the biggest problem this town has ever had. She would have to talk to Uncle Tommy about Sam's theory.

Later, after dinner Sam drove Jennifer back to the diner and walked her to the door. "I had a really good time tonight Sam."

"Yeah," he said "I know I'm a bucket of laughs."

"No, really I did, and… It would be nice if you wanted to do it again sometime."

"Look, Jennifer, my brother and I, we don't stay anywhere very long. We move around a lot."

"Well, that's nice to know Sam, but I'm not looking for a wedding ring here. I enjoy your company and would like to spend more time with you. That's all." She paused for a minute and then added, "Unless you don't want to be with me."

"No, Jennifer, it's not like that."

"Okay, then I'll be expecting your call. Have you ever been mountain biking? I can borrow a couple of bikes from my uncle. It's a lot of fun and doesn't require much talking."

Sam smiled and held up his hands, "Okay, Okay, you don't need to convince me, I'll call you."

"Good night Sam," she said then kissed him lightly on the cheek before turning and entering the diner.


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