I took care of as much as I could that day. I did get my license and my registration. I was thankful that the Department of Transportation folks took pity on me. They got me everything that I needed and I was done in 30 minutes. I stopped by my insurance broker and we looked at a number of rentals that were available. I would have to talk to Margaret about where we could live. Jonathan had to be in the same school district. That limited our choices. I called Margaret and had the broker send her pictures of the rentals, mostly furnished homes, for her to look at. Fortunately, she had her Iphone and was able to see them.
I also went to Burlington Coat Factory and bought some clothes. It was weird to know that I did not have one stich of clothes to my name other than the ones that Steve lent me. I even didn’t have underwear. It was a burden just to walk through the store and see things that I did not have anymore.
As I was driving from place to place, I really started to get annoyed by the two detectives who had interviewed me. As I thought about it, I realized that they did not treat me very well, most unprofessional. As I thought about dressing them down somehow, I realized that I did not have a cell phone. I hustled over to Costco to the Verizon kiosk and encountered the woman who always seemed to be there when I was in trouble with my phone. She had heard about my problem and was able, with little fanfare to get me a new phone. Since I did not have any money or even a credit card (I did call the company from Steve’s house), she said that she would have the company bill me. I gave her Steve’s address.
I went back out to my car, called information and got the number of the township building, which housed the police station. I dialed the number and was transferred to a desk sergeant. I introduced myself and the sergeant immediately knew who I was. He said that Chief Banion had wanted to speak to me, as soon as possible. Since we had no phone number for you, or knew where you were, we had to wait for you to call us.
That was strange. How did the two plainclothesmen find me then? I guess someone must have told them. Chief Banion was a neighbor and asked me how I was doing. I told him that all of the things that I had to do just to continue living kept my mind off the tragedy. He said that he understood. I told him about the two plainclothes detectives who came to Steve McElroy’s home to question me. I explained that they were not very professional, nor were they helpful. There was a long pause. I could tell something was wrong. “Chet, we didn’t even know where you were. How could we have sent anyone out to Steve McElroy’s house to interview you? These were not members of our police force.”