Sam Bennett’s Case Files: Big Eddie.

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This story pre-dates THE LONG WEEKEND. Sam has not yet met Scarlett and Scarlett has yet to meet ‘her man’. Their romance is still to come and so are the adventures that they will share together.

They buried Big Eddie on a Friday afternoon.

It didn’t rain and no one cried.

Sam was present, and when it was all over he toasted the man he had never met with a glass of the finest whisky that the pub across the road had to offer.

It wasn’t very fine, but then again, neither was Eddie.

It may have seemed unusual to attend the burial service for someone you had never met, but that wasn’t exactly true in this case. Sam had met Eddie; it was Sam who found his body.

Big Eddie had three teeth.

As a boy, he had a full set but one by one, and year by year, he lost them till only three remained.

Each lost tooth had a story attached.

Big Eddie was running out of teeth and running out of time.

He made a bad choice and he knew it as soon as he made it, but now it was too late to take it back.

He’d never done it before; never even considered it. He was happy in his work and his place in the world. Even thinking about it now, Eddie was not sure why he did it.

He didn’t need the money.

It was just sitting there and he picked it up and slipped it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

He loved that jacket.

It fit him perfectly even though it came ‘off the rack’.

The other blokes in the gang dressed in jeans and dirty jumpers but Eddie had pride in his appearance, despite his lack of teeth.

By a strange coincidence, the money he slipped into his pocket was almost the same shade of green as the jacket’s lining; a delicious dark green.

Sam caught the case because Bill Williams broke his leg.

He tripped over his dog.

It wasn’t the dog’s fault, but it got the blame nonetheless.

Bill Williams was a mate of Sam’s mentor; the bloke who taught Sam the detective business.

Sam was waiting for a suspect to come back from Sydney, so he had a few days spare. This job was straight forward enough.

An insurance company wanted to be known the whereabouts of one Edward Burns, aka Big Eddie.

Going from pub to pub for a morning, and most of a lunchtime told Sam that big Eddie was in his fifties, balding, the owner of a brown dog, well dressed and not very bright.

When Sam asked who he worked for, people suddenly lost their memories.

A bit more digging and the occasional ‘twenty’ revealed that Eddie was mixed up with Joe Emery, and that certainly wasn’t good.

The hair stood up on the back of Sam’s neck and he knew that he was no longer looking for a person, he was looking for a body, and knowing the gang in question, he knew that there was little chance of the body showing up.

As it turned out, Sam got lucky.

Early afternoon saw Sam visiting the Bayswater Hotel.

The pub had a certain reputation and the occasional body turned up in the expansive car park.

But this was early afternoon and bodies rarely appeared at that hour. At this hour of the day, the pub was usually full of ‘Tradies’ downing a liquid lunch.

Panel beaters, in particular, did most of their business in pubs and the Bayswater was no exception. The ‘no working clothes’ rule was rarely enforced because the publican liked being in business.

Sam’s questions made a scruffy pair of blokes nervous, and as they beat a hasty retreat to the car park, Sam followed.

They looked like they were going to get into a late 90s Holden when they saw Sam and quickly walked away; a bit like a mother bird trying to lure the predator away from her nest. It didn’t work and Sam stayed with the car until the police arrived.

Big Eddie had to be folded in order to fit him in the boot of the Commodore.

The gang must have been worried about his semi-final resting place and decided to move him.

He was still wearing his favourite jacket.

He loved that jacket.

What was left of his family decided to bury him in it.

Sam was at a loose end that day so he went along to see Big Eddie finally laid to rest.

It wasn’t a large attendance.

It didn’t rain and no one cried.

Even though he had never met Big Eddie while he was alive, Sam had grown to like him.

He hoped that someone would look after his dog.

Sam walked across the road to the old brick pub.

It was time to toast Big Eddie and his nicely fitting jacket.

It still wasn’t raining, and it didn’t rain again for five days.

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5 thoughts on “Sam Bennett’s Case Files: Big Eddie.

    • Thank you for saying so.
      Some stories have a flow, and some have a rhythm, as you said. I felt the it when I read it back to myself.
      I agree about the sadness. I often worry about Sam. His world, especially the early stuff before he met Scarlett must have been a drain on his emotions. He isn’t as tough as he thinks he is either. Some of this stuff gets to him.
      Thanks for taking the time.
      Terry

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