Murder on Dalton Road: Part 2
“Nice still exists in the world” -Victoria Glover
It was her turn to shift gears as she suggested a gun range would make a good first or second date for us.
She began to tell me her likes and dislikes and asked for mine. It felt almost like hearing an online dating profile.
I realized at that moment, hearing the manner in which she spoke, that she was as resilient as resilient gets. A marriage to an abusive man, who to that day would still threaten to take her life, hadn’t changed her outlook or optimism.
Victoria Glover was not the beaten woman she should have been.
I began to gain a great deal of respect and admiration for her. There were women I knew that were in similar positions with no children and could not muster up the strength to leave and beyond that muster up the conviction to smile.
Well, they did smile, but their smile was a shadow of what it used to be.
Hers was genuine and full of hope.
We continued with light conversation for the rest of the ride and made a tentative breakfast/lunch date tbd that night.
I pulled up to her home and made one last attempt to sell her on the idea of a gun for self-defense. I took her by the hand and chauffeured her to the trunk where I showed her mine and allowed her to hold it.
After a moment’s hesitation, she seemed to become comfortable with the idea of having one.
She asked for my phone, input her number, we hugged and then said our goodbyes.
As I drove away, I shrugged off a feeling of paranoia and texted her so she would have my number.
I began to feel immediately guilty.
I had a genuine connection with this woman. Even though my kid’s mother and I weren’t in a relationship at the time, the split was recent and we were to still be in the same house for the next week or so.
It was something to think about.
I left from there to drop my gun off for an estimate on some minor gun smith work and proceeded to the gym. I sent her a text before I began my workout.
I left the gym with a dead phone, made a pit stop or two, went home, and immediately crashed.
I woke up and ran to work. I was immediately swamped and didn’t manage to check my phone until that afternoon. I realized I had missed several texts (and possibly calls) from the night before, one being from Victoria Glover. I responded to hers and a few others.