“No, they haven’t caught anyone. Rumor has it he owed a lot of money to some loan sharks for gambling debts.”
“I used to see him down in Atlantic City at the municipal clerks’ conferences, playing a lot of poker, so I guess that could be true.”
The waitress came over and took my drink order.
“I’ll have what she is having,” I said, motioning toward Kathy’s drink. “I feel so terrible. When did it happen? Did he live in Coral Beach?”
“It happened about a week ago. It was very devastating. He was divorced. I don’t know where he lived, but I remember him telling me once that it took him an hour or so to get to work, so my guess is he lived somewhere not far from Bordentown, given that’s where his body was found. I know; it’s a sad situation, but it seems they have a job opening if you are interested.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I said.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back to work just yet. A little over a year ago, I had a terrorizing experience working in the Town of Sunshine. I was held hostage by an irate resident and I wasn’t really sure I was ready to return to the daily grind. The situation lasted until a SWAT team put the resident to rest…forever. I sued the town for their failure to provide a safe working environment, won a half-million dollar settlement, and resigned. I loved having the time off to spend watching my little girl grow up, but it took me a full year to pick up the pieces of my broken former self. It was only recently that the glue I used was holding.
“You should think about it. I’m sure they took a lot out of your settlement for taxes. Plus, health care is likely costing you a pretty penny. Your money won’t last forever and jobs as a municipal clerk are few and far between,” Kathy, the voice of reason, said.