The Heart of Christmas... chapter 6
Sam sat at his desk stunned at what he saw on his computer. According to what he saw there, Tarzan had done the world a huge favor and taken out a sick son-of-a bitch that preyed on women. Tom Wilkens, alias " Corkscrew" was wanted in 3 states on counts of murder , rape and robbery. He was suspected of raping and mutilating women all across the midwest. Sam glanced at Jane, who sat at her desk, completing the final report on the incident at the liquor store. He almost puked with he though of what that nutcase might have done to Jane. Sam slowly stood
" I need a smoke" Sam tossed over his shoulder as he passed Jane's desk " be right back"
Jane stared at Sam's back as he made his way through the rush of officers that were just coming in to start a new day.
' what was up with Sam?' Jane wondered, he only smoked if he was upset. Then Jane remembered how Sam's face had looked after he viewed Corkscrew's body...
.'that is it" Jane thought as she turned back to her work, she knew Sam would be OK, he just needed some time to adjust. Jane paused for a minute and laid her pen on the desk.
' what kind of strength and determination had it taken for Tarzan to do what he had done ?"
Even now she had trouble letting her mind think of corkscrew and what she knew he had planned for her, but his death had been very violent. Violent like the jungle and the man that ruled it. But there was also love, compassion and even empathy in Tarzan. He had developed a supreme will that allowed him to do what had to be done.
He had saved her life without a gun or a knife...he had protected her with nothing more than his bare hands. Jane laid her head on the desk next to her pen, her heart full of so much love for him, it was hard to breathe. On the face of this earth, there was only one Tarzan... and he was hers. She felt eternally grateful.
Sam stepped outside, but stuffed the cigarettes back into his pocket. He saw what he wanted across the street.
Tarzan stood there, leaning one shoulder against the corner of a building. Sam started towards him. There was something he wanted to tell this man, but for the first time in his life Sam had no words. He just stood in front of Tarzan saying nothing, so Tarzan did it for him
" he was a bad man, and needed to die, he was going to hurt my Jane "
Tarzan offered no apology for his actions, to him it was simple, and Sam could not agree with him more.
" YEAH , Tarz, he was a bad man and he needed to die... he was a very bad man." Sam stopped and swallowed , fear again assailing him at the thought of Corkscrew hurting Jane.
" Jane is my mate Sam, I will never let anything happen to her"
" you know Tarz, I think you are just the man to keep that promise. But next time could you be a little more neat. My shoes will never be the same" Sam tried to tease and looked up to see Tarzan smiling
" who needs shoes " Tarzan quipped
" YOU MADE A JOKE" Sam threw his hands up in the air " this has been a hell of a day", Sam stated as he started back to the station " first I have to clean up the bloodiest mess since world war II then Tarz cracks a joke."
Halfway across the street...Sam stopped talking, turned and looked back at Tarzan and simply said " Thank you"
Tarzan crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. He understood how Sam felt...