I really figured it was going to be the doctor, thought Logan. I guess it’s this Taylor creep he’s blaming, but Taylor didn’t kill her. The woman killed herself. How do I tell this guy?
“Mr. Lacy, I’m sorry for your loss, but, from what you tell me, it was your wife’s decision to stop taking her treatments, not this preacher’s. I wish there was something. . .”
“You’re not going to help me?”
“There’s really nothing I can do. In order to have murder, you have to have malice. I can see no malice here. I really wish there was something I could do.”
Lacy stood and walked out the door. He had told Logan nothing he could use. He felt for the man, but what could he do?”
That night, Logan grabbed supper from Taco Mex. He loved their hot burritos, but they never failed to give him indigestion. Tonight was no different. At two in the morning he moved from the bed to a recliner in front of the television. A handful of Tums should do the trick. It always did. As he flipped through the channels he saw the normal selection of infomercials but paused at one, Reverend Billy Taylor. He had seen Taylor’s program time after time, but never spent more than a second or two, just enough time to see what it was, think some obscenity, then move to the next channel. For some reason he couldn’t explain, he felt he owed Mr. Lacy something, if it was no more than watching the con man peddle his wares.
The program was just as Lacy had said. Well orchestrated lights, synchronized music and just enough crying to make it emotional. What a scam, he thought.
Just as Logan was ready to change the channel, he noticed the line of walkers and wheelchairs on the front of the stage. One item especially caught his attention. One wheelchair had one light blue handgrip on the chair. It was obviously a replacement because all the other handgrips on the other wheelchairs were cream colored. Even then, the only reason he noticed the blue handgrip was that he had a light blue handgrip on his bike when he was a kid. At first he had hated that handgrip, until he realized he could spot his bike in the rack quicker because of that silly blue handgrip. From then on, he kind of liked it. Without thinking about it anymore, he changed the channel. Some blender infomercial, why should he pay a hundred and fifty bucks for something he can buy at Wal-Mart for twenty?
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