he was questioned over and over ‘gain on the whereabouts of his girlfriend…folks said they hadn’t seen the ginger girl for some time now…said she’d disappeared overnight…they blamed him for it…

Where were ya on Friday night…,asked the detective…,Go on…tell me…tell me where ya were last Friday night…,moved in closer as he was speakin’…boy said he couldn’t remember…

Were ya drinkin’ that night…did ya have a few…,the cop asked…boy shook his head…said he didn’t drink…,So…you can’t tell me where you were last Friday…,he shook his head…told the officer nothin’ stuck out in his mind…

the policeman showed the youngster pictures…grusom pictures of a girl’s body cut up…bruised…looked like some kinda Satanic ritual…,That your girlfriend…,boy nodded yes…,And…you can’t remember where ya were…,he softly said no…

the detective told the boy of a trail back in the woods…dotted with leaves and pine needles…said the ground was real soft…asked the kid if he’d ever been back there…the teen said he had…said he and some boys used to play back there when they were youngsters…used to play war…

the salty veteran told him that…,Now days couples went down that trail at night to make out…you know…fool ’round…,he said…,You two ever fool ’round back there in the woods…,boy told him they had…,Didya fool ’round back there last Friday night by chance…,again…the boy said he couldn’t remember…

Can’t remember…,the cop said…

Nope…

At all…

uhhuh…

Well ain’t that somethin’…

Can’t remember…