They never felt any need to mix with other people., and time went by well. Ben got what social life he needed by going around town to drum up business. He wanted to get the name of the City
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Center Motel well known, so he worked out special arrangements with a few of the larger motels. He had an understanding where the clerk would receive a dollar for each overflow guest sent Ben’s way. City Center was always the first small motel to put out a NO VACANCY.
Nor were they ever afraid of being robbed. Once in a great while, they talked about what they would do if they had to face a gun, and Ben would shrug. He said that a little bit of money wasn’t worth, you know, risking your life for. He would do what the robber asked.
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took the opportunity to remind him that he had to get the money for the truck.
Gary went by Vern and Ida’s to ask if he could take a shower. Ida and Vern, however, were just leaving the house, and Ida wanted to be able to lock up. It got complicated. Gary had a funny wild-eyed look, and so Vern suggested they lock the house and let Gary take his shower in the basement, which had a separate exit. Gary agreed but looked a little hurt that they were shutting doors on him.
Soon after lunch, Val Conlin got a call. Gary had lost the keys to the truck. He was down at the University Mall, and needed some body to come over and take his stuff, since he couldn’t lock the cab.
Val sent Rusty Christiansen. When she pulled up in the parking” lot, Gary was sitting there grinning. “Got the boss’s car?” he asked.
Craig Taylor heard about the service station murder on the radio morning while driving to work. His first thought was that Gary done it. Then he thought he heard the announcer say Jensen been killed with a .32. That gave him hope. The Browning was a .22.
At work, Gary seemed normal. It wasn’t that he was relaxed, he had been on edge since the day he broke up with Nicole. morning he was just normally on edge.
Later that morning, Spencer McGrath got a call from a lady said she had an apartment in Provo for Gilmore. If he was going take the place, he had better come by around noon and give a posit. Spencer felt that if there was any chance left for the guy, it to get out of Spanish Fork and learn to live by himself. So he Gary to take the afternoon off. It was the sad truth, Spencer that he was happier when Gary wasn’t around.
Rusty didn’t like Gilmore’s assumptions. She was driving her own blue Thunderbird and it wasn’t all that new. Still Gilmore tried to make up for the bad start. He got almost too gallant opening car doors for her.
He had a great big pair of rainbow-colored slalom water skis sticking out of the window of his truck with a price tag from Grand Central still on them. Now he explained he wanted to lock the skis in the trunk of her car.
Next, they went looking for the keys. He retraced his steps through various stores and in the health-food shop he found them — a great big bunch.
Craig didn’t have a chance to talk about anything until before the lunch break. But as they were slowing down quarter to twelve, Gary said, “Want to pitch pennies?” With pulled out a handful of change. It sat there in his palm, a of change. After Gary left, Craig couldn’t help but wonder if that money from the service station murder.
Going back through the Mall, Rusty stopped in front of Kiddy Ville. Her little girl collected Madam Alexander International Dolls and she could see they had a new one in from Spain. So Rusty said, “Have you got a minute?” and he said, “Hey, you know, sure.”
Two old salesladies were clear down the other end. Rusty waited and waited-must have been five minutes. Nobody acknowledged they were in the place, and Gilmore was getting nervous.
Gary stopped at Val Conlin’s to thank Rusty Christiansen. had pretended to be the landlady with an apartment for Gary.
She could feel how painful it was for him to wait. Finally, he said, “Which one do you want?” She told him. He said, “Don’t worry
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about it,” and opened the case, took the doll, took her elbow, and before she could protest, he had her out of the store. There was a bright red satin dress on the doll and Gary was saying, “Well, you know, it’s really cute.”
Rusty didn’t know ff he was showing off, but at this life, nothing was going to shock her. She just wanted to Mall.
As they went around the long way in the parking lot, Gary “You know, you’re a pretty cool lady. You handle e.verything good. You don’t fall apart.” When she nodded, he said, “I’ve looking for someone to work with.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” Rusty said. She was in one hurry to get to car. She’d already decided he was unbalanced, so she certainly want to insult him. “I’m glad you think I can handle things,” she
“You’re not bad looking,” he said, “but you’re too old for
Looked at her critically. “How old are you?” he asked. “Twenty-seven,” Rusty said.
“You don’t have a little sister, do you?” Gilmore asked. Rusty thought, Lord, if I did, she’d be locked in the
Gary said, “It’s really too bad but you’re just a little too old. younger gifts.”
“Well,” Rusty said, “that’s my loss.”,
Gilmore stopped to pick up a couple of six-packs so she got to V.J. Motors before him. “Hey,” she said, as she came in, this to me anymore, Conlin. You go next time.” And told about water skis.
Gary came in with the loot. “I don’t want those slats,” Val said. “They’re worth,” Gary told him, “$I5o.”
“Hey, Gary, I don’t have a goddamn boat. What do I want skis for?” When Gilmore set them down in a corner, Val said, are you going to take your personal shit out of the Mustang so I sell it?”
“Take a look at these water skis,” Gary said.
“Hot?” Val asked.
Gary said, “What difference does it make?”
Val said, “I’m not a hock shop. I don’t want hot
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“Well,” said Gary, “it’s a good buy.”
“Not a worth a turd without a boat,” said Val. “Where’s the boat?
Just remember you owe me $4oo as of tomorrow.”
“I’ll have it.”
“Gary, you son of a bitch,” said Val, “you better understand this and understand this good. If I don’t have the goddamn money, you walk. You won’t even know you had wheels.”
“Val, you’ve been good to me, and don’t worry. I’ll have it.” “Okay,” said Val. “Fine.”
In the silence, Val picked up a newspaper and began reading. After a bit, he put the paper down and exploded. “Judas Priest, can you believe this murder?” he asked. “What kind of idiot would do it? Guy gotta be nuts, just shooting a guy in a gas station. For nothing.” It really upset him. He slammed the paper on his desk. “You know, I can understand a son of a bitch shooting somebody if you can’t get the money. But anybody that would take the cash, and then put the kid in the back room and lay him on the floor and shoot him in the head twice, has got to be a psychomaniac son of a bitch! They ought to string up that bastard.” Conlin heard himself raving even as he was saying it, and Gilmore looked him back in the eye and said, “Well, maybe he deserved to be killed.”
The expression on his face was so blank that Rusty decided Gary knew something about the killing. Had he sold a hot gun?
Val was yelling, “Oh, Gary, come on, for Christ’s sakes, to shoot a kid in the head? You got to be crazy, man. Nuts!” Gary just said, “Well…” He got up and asked if Val wanted another beer. Val said, “No, we got some. Take it with you, Gary.” Maybe it was drinking all that beer so early, but there was definitely a pall on the afternoon.
On Tuesday afternoons Gary had his weekly session with’ Mont Court. Their meetings, since Gary had stolen the tape deck at Grand Central, took longer now, but on this hot Tuesday in July, it lasted for Over an hour. Gilmore had finally begun to confide, and the parole
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officer saw it as his opportunity to reach him. In a few days, Court would have to make a recommendation on the presentence investigation, and he had about decided to propose a week of jail. It would give Gary a taste,
Court didn’t look forward to that, however. Gilmore was usin every opportunity to manipulate his environment but still it was not to feel sorry for him, particularly on a day like this.
Gilmore was talking about drinking, and how much he wanted cut it out. As he saw it, that was the only way to get back with He had to get back.
They talked, and Court found out that Nicole had left becau she was frightened. That disturbed Gilmore. He didn’t want her think he was a violent person. Court listened politely, but he thou Gary was being unrealistic. You couldn’t turn somebody’s by your desire that they not be afraid. Court did think, however, Gilmore was being realistic in understanding how much he Nicole, and that his chances of getting her back might be better cut out drinking.
Of course, he hardly looked like a teetotaler now. His goatee on the way to becoming a beard and his clothing looked sloppy.
It was the nearest they had ever come to a real talk. Gilmore there forlornly, saying in a flat sad voice that he thought he problems as a lover. That carried their relationship a step Court thought.
Gary spent the next few hours looking for Nicole around and Provo, then in Springville and Spanish Fork. While he ing on one road, Nicole and Roger Eaton were moving along
Nicole was in a state. Before long, Roger Eaton was in the state. The Tuesday afternoon he had been looking forward to turning out well.
First, she told him about seeing Gary on Sunday in Spanish Fork. Showed Roger the little Derringer. Seeing the way Nicole pulled it out of her pocketbook, Roger was pretty sure she could use it. He said, “Put that away.” He never knew anybody who began to live the way Nicole had to live.
While driving around, Roger told her about the murder last night at the gas station. That was the first she had heard of it. If she had known, she wouldn’t have left her house, she told him. “I’m scared,” said Nicole.
After a little while, she murmured, “I think Gary did that murder.” “Are you kidding me?” he asked. “No, I think so,” she repeated. “But you don’t know for sure?” Roger asked. She wouldn’t answer.
He took her to the Utah Valley Mall and bought her a pair of jeans that ran around $25 and a shirt that cost $35. Then he took her back to her apartment in Springville quickly as he could and let her off about a block away. Before she got out of the car, she warned Roger that Gary had seen the letter he sent.
Roger began to think that Gary might find Nicole, and beat her up until she gave away his name. Then Gary would come over to the Mall to look for him. When that thought went through Roger’s mind, he said to himself, “My ass is grass.”
As they were saying goodbye, Roger couldn’t help himself. He said, “Nicole, I’m afraid Gary might find me.” She said, “He’ll kill you if he does.”
“What did you do to him?” Roger asked.
She said, “Nothing. He just wants me.”
Roger said, “He must want you a lot worse than I do, because I don’t want to get killed over you.”
She said, “I can understand that.”
He said, “I want this thing to end if it’s going to mean my damned life or yours. Let’s just forget this crap.”
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That evening over the newspaper, Johnny said to Brenda, “Hey, they had a shooting over here.” He waited for her to read the account, and then said, “It has all the earmarks of Gary Gilmore.”
Brenda said, “I know he’s an asshole, Johnny, but he’s not killer,”
Johnny said, “I’m afraid he is.”
named Martin Ontiveros who worked there, and in fact, had put in some time that week painting Martin’s car. Now he stopped off to ask Ontiveros if he could borrow $4oo, but was told by Martin’s stepfather, Norman Fulmer, who ran the gas station, that they’d just bought 6,ooo gallons that day, and didn’t have a dime to their name. Nothing in the station but credit-card slips. Very little cash. Gary, drove off to Orem.
All day at the motel, Debbie Bushnell had been nervous. All noon, she kept calling her friend Chris Caffee. That was most usual. She and Chris usually talked to each other about once two weeks, and Chris would drop in at the motel now and Chris had used to work for her at the Busy Bee, and they got well, but they weren’t exactly close friends. Debbie was so this Tuesday afternoon, however, that she kept calling. Chris said, “Debbie, I have five hundred things to do. I don’t have more to say.” Debbie couldn’t help herself; she phoned two later. “What are you doing?” she asked. Chris said, “Nothing. are you calling?”
Debbie had been having a strange feeling from Sunday on. continued all day Monday and was worse on Tuesday Same with Ben. They had gone to visit his best friend, Porter son, up in Wyoming on Sunday, a rare Sunday off from the motel Ben couldn’t sit still all day. Rushed poor Porter and his wife, through the meal and everything. Now, he was over whatever bothering him. He had spent part of Tuesday afternoon working his weights and then he took a nap. It was Debbie at this point didn’t know what to do with herself.
When Ben got up, she fixed him a steak and a salad
down to dinner. Benjamin was already bathed and asleep and it got dark. People started coming in for rooms and Ben turned on TV in the office and began to watch the Olympics. After a while bie left him alone to handle incoming guests and went back to ing the house. But this stupid fear just kept crawling in her