Gregson watched the golfers coming-in. The girls were crying—that was to be expected—and the men looked innocent.
“Patrick—I never really liked him. He was a preppy son-of-a-bitch,” Silas said.
Gregson knew Silas had spent a career in the military, climbing the ranks, until he didn’t get promoted. He was passed-over for saying sexist comments, while under the influence of alcohol. Since that time, alcohol was Silas’s best friend, and Gregson didn’t blame him—one mistake can cost a man everything he loves, especially when it happens with a woman.
Chad was the opposite of Silas—conservative, successful, and unable to be perfect, despite trying to be, for his wife. She didn’t give him sex anymore. It is every nerd’s nightmare, when he realizes marriage doesn’t guarantee sex—bad with women before marriage—bad with women after marriage. The difference is, he has to live with her, rather than suffering her scorn at a distance.
Jackie was an emotional wreck. She hated Patrick, for what he stood for, entitlement—but she also couldn’t stand the thought, that human beings were capable of murder. Her cognitive dissonance was so great, she actually believed world peace was possible, during three separate genocides, happening on three separate continents. She also protested big corporations while working for one. She had a good heart, but her mind was lost.
Gregson ruled-out Jackie. She didn’t have the planning capability or the strength to pull-off a grisly murder with a golf club. However, he long ago learned not to underestimate a woman. Chad was at the top of his list. The man could snap any day. His wife was probably having an affair behind his back, but Chad was working too hard to notice. Where was the motive for Chad? Silas could kill without a second thought, but why would he? He didn’t care about Patrick.
Candy was too confident to care about anything Patrick said to her in high school. She was a realtor, and a go-getter. She was beautiful, in a focused, determined sort of way.
Matthew was an odd duck. In high school, he thought he was Van Helsing, and he wore a trench coat during fall, winter, spring, and summer. Zach thought Matthew would blow him away, one day, when he failed an exam. It turned-out, Matthew was homosexual, so in a way, Zach was right, but that never happened because Matthew passed every exam. He came-out in college, when he dropped-out.
Zach was the class-clown, and totally useless. He was unable to make-it to the reunion, because he didn’t have any money.
Morgan married Drew. They were both wealthy. She married him for his wealth, and he married her, because every guy wanted to. Drew built custom homes, and Morgan was a nurse.
Then there was Jacob. He was a waiter. He was waiting for his life to happen, while he waited tables. He worked in a wine bar. The man was going nowhere.
Gregson looked at his mental list—it didn’t make sense, but murder wasn’t logical. It happens because of motive, and the motive happens because of emotions—primal fear, jealousy, and hatred.
The rest of the golfers were not with the reunion, and they might’ve killed Patrick, but Gregson didn’t think so. The list of suspects would shrink with the next murder, and he would be that much closer, to catching the killer.