Remember The Time

Lilly furrowed her brows as she listened to Lorelai's story. "Do you know who these friends of Ava's were?"

Lorelai shook her head. "All that I know is that one of the girl's names was Kendra and that she dropped out of high school. She was about two years older than Ava."

"I found her," Stillman announced two days after Lorelai had come to visit Lilly. "Kendra Davidson, dropped out of Middleton High School in 1989. She's a parolee that lives about twenty miles outside the city."

"What was she arrested for?"

"Selling cocaine out of her garage."

"What a dump," Scotty commented as soon as he and Lilly had reached Kendra Davidson's place of residence.

She lived in a trailer, and not even a nice one at that. There were dozens of cats that were sitting on the steps leading up to the front door, and Lilly had to step over quite a few to reach the door.

A woman, who they assumed to be Kendra, opened the door. She had faded blonde hair as if she had spent too much time out in the sun and her eyes were red from tiredness.

"Philly Homicide; do you mind if we talk with you a moment?"

Kendra moved aside so Lilly and Scotty could enter her humble abode. Sitting down on the couch, Lilly was the first to speak.

"We're reinvestigating Ava Campbell's murder."

"Who," Kendra asked dumbly.

"Mavis Campbell," Scotty sternly answered.

"Oh, yeah. Why didn't you say that?"

"We did," Lilly replied..

"No, no, no. Mavis hated bein' called Ava," Kendra said.

"We were under the impression that she liked it," Scotty replied tersely..

"Well you were misinformed. She hated it. She told me so," Kendra mused. "Why are you looking into all that again? That guy already got his sentence."

"We recently received more information," Lilly told.

"Well, since you're here I might as well pop all your theories that you have," Kendra said as she lighted a cigarette.

"What do you mean?"

"Mavis wasn't the little princess that everyone thought she was. Oh no, she was a little spitfire, she was."

"Beg pardon?"

"Mavis was a druggie. Bet you didn't see that coming," Kendra inhaled her cigarette. "But she did say something strange a few days before she went missing, like so strange that it wasn't the drugs making her say that shit."

5 March 1993

Kendra was sitting on the couch of her apartment with her latest boyfriend when she heard someone knock on the door. Kendra figured that it was Mavis; she always came over for beer and to snort cocaine. But when Kendra opened the door, a surprise waited for her.

It was Mavis at the door but she was already drunk. "Hi Kendra! How are you?" Mavis's words were slurred, so Kendra was sure that Mavis was wasted.

Mavis came in and sat down on the couch; Kendra's boyfriend, seeing the young girl drunk, decided to leave. He didn't bother to say goodbye but Kendra didn't care.

"Oh my god," Mavis exclaimed and she ran into the bathroom down the hall. Kendra followed her and saw Mavis throwing up. If she threw up anymore, Kendra was sure that Mavis's small intestines would come out.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Kendra cooed as she sat down beside Mavis and gently rubbed her back as more of her stomach contents came up.

"He's going to kill me," Mavis said after she had finished. She was now wiping the inside of her mouth in an attempt to rid of the aftertaste.

"Who's going to kill you?"

"I just never thought that he was capable until the other day. Ken, I'm so afraid."

Kendra kept asking who it was that Mavis was afraid of, but no answer was to come. Eventually, Mavis passed out on the bathroom floor.

"Do you have any idea who Mavis was talking about," Lilly asked intrigued.

"Not a clue," Kendra admitted. "She may have told Jack, though."

"Who is Jack?"

"Jack Lindsay. He and Mavis had a fling. He was about 24 back then; he's the one who bought the alcohol for me."