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[Axanderdeath]

6 months after Wolfe got the case failing to get any new leads aside from the one that the beat cop gave him, the caption told him he was off the case. This made Wolfe angry, but before I get in to what was said at that time let me explain the relationship that Wolfe and Rex the bum had. Rex is the Name of the deceased.

Back in the late 60’s when a lot of kids just got up an went (Just Go! Or Going!), Rex did the same at this time. He just never could stop. He never had money and they did not want him in the states. He never left Canada. He’d go from east to west and then west to east always ending up in Landing City for the summer.

The thing that got Rex going was some girl name Sophia. He had loved her and she had not and he could not stick around and see his X best friend Jack kiss and kiss her.

Wolfe was not all that good with women, and Rex was good at finding people weakness and exploiting it. The result was Rex convincing that it t would not help Rex’s life if Wolfe put Rex in to the slammer over night, and really that Rex could lend Wolfe some Knowledge about women. By the end of some nights Wolfe would have bought a bottle of wine and the two of them would sit in his police car and talk and drink.

Rex left ever September or so for the west coast and warmer weather and it became a tradition for Wolfe to drive him out to a good hitch hiking place to drop him off.

But back to conversation between Wolfe and the chief, the captain about Wolfe being off the case.
-Wolfe come in the office please.--the captain said, seeing that Wolfe was using the begging of his 6th month of investigation of one bum’s death playing a video game on his cell phone.
-What is up cap.?--said Wolfe, almost too much like the okie kid in old yeller when his ‘paw’ said he had to kill ‘the best gad darn dog in the west.’ It pained the chief to do it. As much as he made fun of Wolfe he did love and respect him as a human being.
-In the office Wolfe.--he said feeling like George at the end ‘of mice and men.’ It had to be done.
-is this about the coffee’?--Wolfe had made a batch of coffee without changing the filter. And the chief had had a cup of “murky shit water and cream!” Wolfe got the hung over anger captain’s yells.
-Wolfe this has nothing to do with the Coffee. How long have you been on Rex’s case?--Wolfe looked down at his legs, and noticed his fly was undone, he zipped it up.
-I don’t know? A couple weeks?--He looked up at his boss, Wolfe did.
-Rex was killed in august Wolfe. What month is it? Wolfe?--Wolfe looked up at the calendar with the porno stars on it. The thighs read ‘March,” Wolfe made a dumb smile.
-okay so I have been on it for ^ months, so what. I have made a lot of progress.--Chief smiled.
-Wolfe you have beaten up about twelve people reading a book that is mandatory read in high school. This station has 4 lawsuits to deal with because of your hunch that the killer is a fan of the book! And what else have you done? Wolfe I know that you knew this Rex, but really, come on the guy was a bum.--Wolfe stood up tears in his eyes and tore off his badge, which was quite difficult and The chief had to fight off a smile, turned and left. Then the chief to help Wolfe’s ego yelled after him.
-your working to hard you need a couple days OFF. Your of the case Wolfe!.--Chief knew that Wolfe loved all that cliché’ shit. Wolfe, to the captain's surprise, did not come back and argue.

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Back in 65 Jack sr. started his studies at University. A BA of arts. He enjoyed classes and was a bright student. Going out to the bars and hitting on the younger hippie kids. Jack would always have a large crowd around him. Jack was a big Talker. He was slightly older than most of the other students and had read far more books and was somewhat of a free speaker. He wrote poetry and was good looking, and this is a far fucking cry from present day.

One of the younger student who made an idol of Jack was Rex Loophander, which was some kind of a weird French name slash English an abnormal blend indeed. Jack liked Rex but not for his Awish glare but his girl friend Sophia who thought not to much of Jack at first, and coincidently not at the end either. She always had a conflicting theory on what ever dazzles University kids OF THE TIME. And we all know you want what is hard to get, you want to work for it, us humans. Even fish have to work for their nookie. Rex had no Idea.

One time Sophia told Rex about the glances and hits that Jack was laying on her. Rex put it off as a kind of miss interpretation. Rex thought Jack was defiantly gay. The way he dressed screamed it. Most of the university kids at that time were wearing jeans and t-shirts but Jack walked around in shining new suits and slicked back hair. Jack was always Raving about some intellectual utterances from the gay writers in new York, about Kerouac and the Beat boys.

So as jean and t-shirted Rex sat and watched Savvy suited Jack wooed his women and swept her away from him with a smile and a poem, at some open mic coffee’ shop ditty. Smiling with a soft marbrols pack in his breast pocket and a sparkle in his smile.

Rex hit the road only top come back and finally dieing at the hand of the old fat ugly Jack. With out either of them knowing, who was who.












4.The story of a stolen love

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Sophia and Jack both dropped out of university. The house Jack got was nice out in the suburbs. Shrubs and garden that Sophia very womanly took care of. Jack working at a bar and writing for a news paper. The first couple of years were grand in the way it all clicked and just worked in the way a dreamer’s dream would be. Jack and Sophia were much to cynical to be dreamers and laughed at the perfect, the very image that they hated, that is what they were. The were the TV couple. And not the “Honey mooners.”

-fuck I hate using these provalactics!—Jack would say in the middle of sex and after the thousandth time Sophia was tired of it killing the mood. In came the fat belly. In came baby name books. In came Jack looking else where for sexual stimulus. In came coming home late to a pregnant, hungry, fat, and angry wife. In came drunkard husband. In came Jack jr.

Nights in smoky bars and café’s. Jack’s on the make. Late at night, drinking and wooing and losing his love. Ya there was a baby at home, he’d say, but that does not mean that he could not have other relationships. This was the 70’s this was the sexual revolution and Sophia was at home looking after her over libido husbands kid. The spiting image, and some times Sophia had to spit and yell just to keep from hurting his child. A provalatical mistake, a mistake, a did not want to put on, not in the mood, babies sure put you out of the mood. Sex and milk spurts out and jr. cries and god all you can think about is that little cheating bastards baby. And you don’t know him and he does not know you and you don’t know you. And the tree in the back yard and the yellow plastic rope. A noose. And Jack coming home drunk and finding a note from his wife saying:
Hanging out in the back yard, hun.
And she was. Have a whiskey and call the cops. Hold your kid. In came single parenthood.

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Rex was in town. He went to the funeral. He was on acid. He saw her, floating above the grave. Sad and tired eyed. Saying:
-Should have been there. Rex, Jack, anyone…
Rex yelled sorry, and fell to his knees and cried. Jack stood there stone faced. A hand on his shoulder. He was a man. He proved it. Jack jr. in his arms. And god damn her, selfish women, looked into jack jr. eyes.
-Some one get that bum out of here.—Rex was carried off like a junky doing the funky chicken. Tripping and falling in to a hobo depression watching trains cooking up the hobo’s grief and forlorn love of the sad and gone and never coming back. But there is something romantic, comforting in the fact that he checked out for good at that moment, he had been dead for years when he died, for real that is.