A Secret Grave 45: Victor and the Cops

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“What about Victor?” I asked Betsy as she sat at my kitchen table, drinking wine. “Do you think he was a hoax?”

“Not really, though in many ways he seemed like one. I mean it’s clear he had the power to heal. People were always after him for his remedies.”

“Did you ever see his herb garden?”

She took a sip of wine, rolling it on her tongue before answering me. “Yeah, it was beautiful, zillions of tiny plants he tended to as if they were his babies. He had some green thumb, that guy. I used to worry that he grew illegal substances. Who would have known among all those plants?”

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herb garden

Herb garden, Linda Buckley, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

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“You mean like pot?”

“That and other stuff. Remember the tea ceremony? I don’t know about you, but I certainly went into an altered state when I drank it.”

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marijuana plants

IMG_3093, MarihuanayMedicina, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/

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“Did anyone ever come onto the property, trying to steal plants?”

She looked at me as if I was an idiot. “Why do you think Victor had a guard dog like Ranger?  He kept guns, too.”

So why, I wondered, was she charging him such a low rent? It should have been the other way around. I poured her another glass of wine. “Did the police ever come?” I asked, placing the bottle on the table.

“Yeah, but Victor had good relationships with them.  He knew how to handle people. He cured this one cop, a big, burly, kind of mean-looking guy, of sciatica. After that, I don’t think there was a single cop who gave him trouble.”

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mean cop

24.NSM.PoliceAssemblance.USCapitol.WDC.19apr08, Elvert Barnes, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/

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“You were one of his clients, too,” I said, wondering if she’d had a barter thing going with Victor regarding rent. I didn’t want her to think I was interrogating her, so I busied myself putting plates and dishes on the table. We were having grilled salmon with a rice and veggie medley and salad. From George’s man cave I heard sounds of the TV and then a big guffaw – Clark, I’d forgotten about him..

“No,” Betsy said firmly. “I wasn’t a client. I didn’t want that kind of relationship with him. I like to keep things with tenants pretty formal.”

“But you seem to know a lot about him. And according to what I’ve heard, you charged him a very low rent. How come?”

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To be continued…

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Cover photo ~ Curiosity, Patrik Theander, https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/

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