Jack and Lee 6

I screwed up.

I must be a man and admit my weaknesses.

I involved too many people in killing Lee.

Humans are your biggest assets and your biggest variables.

You need people, but, man, they don’t always get the big picture.  Nor can they.  If they did, they’d know too much.

I needed George to be Jack’s alibi.  George had to be there at the apartment when Jack left.

My goal was to create the act of spontaneity.

Jack wakes up like any other morning, reads about JFKs funeral, becomes mildly upset, eats breakfast, gets the call from Little Lynn, grabs his cash and gun, heads down to Western Union, sends the money order to Little Lynn, walks down Main Street to the police station ramp.

And, well, you know the rest.

Too bad it didn’t happen that way.

Of course Jack was already in the garage before 10 AM.  Isn’t that obvious?

We didn’t know when Lee was coming down from the third floor.  Do you think we’re mind readers?

For the effect to work a) Jack has to be in the garage and b) the assistants, George and Little  Lynn, have to say their lines.

Yes, of course, I used assistants to pull the trick off.

Do you think Harry Houdini did every trick by himself?

No way.

For the uninitiated, George is George Senator, Jack’s roommate. He was in the apartment when Jack woke up and when Jack got the call from Little Lynn.

Little Lynn is Karen Bennett – a stripper at Jack’s club.  She was over in Fort Worth that morning.  She had called Jack the night before to tell him that he needed him to send her money.  She called again on Sunday, the day Lee was transported, to tell him again.

I only needed them to lie a little and be vague.

Technically they didn’t lie.  Read their testimony a little more closely.

On the whole I thought they both did their jobs well enough.  That wasn’t the problem.

The problem is that I can’t tell them the whole caper; I can’t even tell Jack the whole caper.

So if I can’t tell Jack, then Jack can’t tell George or Little Lynn.

That presents a problem when someone unexpected pops into the caper.

Unexpected people are unpleasant variables.

The variables in this equation were Bill Hunter and Jim Koethe – two investigative reporters who managed to find their way into Jack’s apartment the night Jack killed Lee.

I’m still not precisely sure what they found that night. I think it was more what they suspected that wasn’t right.  After all, these guys were experienced reporters.

I think they became suspicious of George.

George must have conveyed complicity in his body language.

The body doesn’t lie.

They knew George was lying about Jack’s whereabouts that day.

Or maybe they asked why Jack would have a copy of that morning’s Dallas Times Herald under his bed when George testified that they didn’t get a paper delivered? Hell, maybe Jack was out late and picked up an early edition at 3 AM. Jack was not exactly Ben Franklin’s role model for success. He was late to bed, late to rise.

At any rate, they were reporters, and good ones too. I couldn’t have them writing articles and books this early into the assassination.

So I took care of them.

Okay, upon looking at things now, years later, maybe I was a little hasty.

 

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This is a work of fiction based upon real events.