I arrived at the apartment to grab my bike keys. Taking public transportation is nice and everything, but it’s a nice enough day that my Honda Rebel can get me out to Hillsboro. As I drove to the Hampshire Down apartments in Hillsboro my mind kept wandering to the kiss. I've had been kissed before but not like that. My body still felt like it was on fire as I remembered it. Lost in thought I almost missed the exit from the highway. I found her apartment and knocked. I heard footsteps and a little voice called out from behind the door “who is it?”
“I’m a private investigator, I am looking for a Mrs. Heather Larkwood. Is she home?” I asked. “Mama!” the little voice shouted “Some lady is at the door looking for you.”
After a few minutes the chain unlocked and the door opened. A beautiful woman stood in the door. She had short auburn hair and nice clothes. She screamed money.
“Can I help you?” she asked politely.
“Sorry to bother you, but are you Heather Larkwood? Previously known as Heather Jones?” I asked.
“Yes, that is me. What is this concerning?” she asked.
“No ma’am, I’m a Private Investigator. I’m looking into a missing person’s case for a client and all my leads lead me to you. Can you tell me about the night 1112 years ago when you were...” I let my sentence trail off because a little face no more than 8 years old popped around his mother’s legs.
I fished out a business card from my wallet and handed it to her “I’m sorry ma’am for the inconvenience. Is there another time that would be better for you? I don’t want to upset you or the kid, but I do need to talk to you” I said.
Her smile dropped “please come in and have a seat in the kitchen. I’ll get little Tommy here set up with a snack and a movie. I can answer any questions you have once I’m done.” She said.
“Thank you Ma’am."
“Please call me Heather. You're about to know the most horrible thing that has ever happened to me, you might as well call me by my first name.”
I extended my hand “I’m Katsia Winters, it’s nice to meet you Heather. Thank you for seeing and talking to me.” I let go of her hand and followed her into the kitchen.
Ten minutes later I found myself sitting across from Mrs. Larkwood sipping tea.
“Heather, can you tell me what happened all those years ago? Anything you can tell me about Adam Holcomb would be helpful” I said.
She looked into her tea as she spoke “It happened on Prom night. I knew Adam from school, he wasn’t my friend but I always said hi to him. He kept mainly to himself. I was focused on school my senior year rather than events that the school had, I never even thought I would get asked or go. I had played around too much junior year and I almost screwed up my future. I distanced myself away from the popular crowd, they get into more trouble but they all had mommies and daddies to bail them out. Once I distanced myself I became “uncool” and my status in school dropped. My boyfriend at the time dumped me. That is why I focused on school my senior year. I knew Adam had a thing for me, the girls I was hanging around with junior year use to tease me about it. I always felt kind of bad for him. So when he approached me and asked me to senior prom I said yes. I mean why the hell not. I’ve worked hard, I got my grades back up and I even got accepted into Portland State. I figured I could do prom. He picked me up and things went smoothly at first. He was surprisingly a nice guy. We hit it off. Throughout the night I asked questions about him. I found out that he mostly looked after his mother. He had been doing it all his life. He said he never had time for a girlfriend and that he was hoping to find the right girl and experience what that feels like. It wasn’t like I was a virgin and had my virtue to protect. So I asked him if he wanted to get a hotel room and I would show him what it would be like to be with a girl. It seemed like a fun thing at the time. I mean it was just sex. So we rented the hotel room and we were making out on the bed, we started getting into it and then he called me by his mother’s name. Now that I am older, I realize I should have probably handled it differently, but I didn’t. I pushed him off of me and called him a freak. I don’t know if it was the rejection or the freak part but he just snapped. He came at me and slammed me into the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of me. He then grabbed me by the throat and started to squeeze. I clawed at his arms and tried to fight back but he was too strong. I felt my vision narrowing and blackness was starting to creep into my vision. I must have been to heavy for him to hold up because I felt my feet touch the ground. Once I did, I kneed him right in the crotch. He dropped me and I landed hard gasping for breath. Once I could breath I got up, kicked him hard while
he was down and ran. The next day I pressed assault charges against him. While he was in juvie he would write me all these apology letters and told me when he got out he’d make amends. I got scared and put out a restraining order on him. I graduated and went on to college. It’s where I met my husband Thomas” She said.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it was tough and I have one more question for you” I said.
“Ok, what is it?” she asked
“Do you know if he tried to write you at all after he got out? I’m trying to find an address on him. His work had an old address and didn’t have a forwarding one. I am hoping if he did, he left his address on the envelope” I said.
I watched her face as she thought about it then she smiled “actually yes, he sent me a letter about a month after he got out. He apologized for the night once again and said he was aware of the restraining order and wouldn’t bother me again. He told me to have a good and full life.” She got up and disappeared down the hall. I patiently waited and she came back with a shoe box.
“I keep all of his letters in case he figures out who I am and breaks the restraining order. I want to be prepared if I need to make a case against him” she said as she pulled out a letter and handed it to me.
I looked at the address and smiled. Standing up I shook her hand and she escorted me to the door.
“Thank you so much for talking with me Heather. I am sorry I made you relive a horrible night.” I said sincerely as I left the apartment.
I pulled out my phone and called Shane. “You’ve reached Shane Vincent, I can’t come to the phone right now so if you’ll please leave your name and number, I’ll call you back. Bye.”
I waited for the beep and then I left my message
“Hey Shane, it’s Kat. I found the address I was looking for from Heather Larkwood. The assault victim I was telling you about. If you could meet me at 10550 N.W. Glencoe Road in North Plains that would be great. Bye!”