“Mr. Weencer please answer the question. Are you an avid baseball fan?
“Yes!” Weencer responded.
Thinking he was now home free just moments ago, his world was now about to be shattered.
“Can you tell the court how you were chosen to receive this inscribed baseball bat “From The Boston Red Sox to Doolie Weencer?”
With heart pounding he began to tremble when Butterfield produced the bat. How could anyone have retrieved the bat he thought.
“Isn’t it true Mr. Weencer that you were awarded this bat as a bonus when your admission ticket stub number was chosen at the final game of the World Series. In Boston?”
“Yes!” Weencer replied, now unmistakably shaking.
“Mr. Weencer! Can you describe the condition of the bat when it was presented to you?” Butterfield - now zeroing in for the kill.
“The Red Sox said it was only used once - to drive in the winning run - and the only visible mark was the small indentation from where it came in contact with the ball.”
“So - you received this bat in “like new” condition with the exception of the ding. For all intense and purposes the bat was never used except for the home run is that what you are telling the court?” Butterfield hammered away.
“Yes!” was Weencer’s answer again.
“Have you ever used the bat since owning it?”
“No!”
“You’re sure of that?” Butterfield asked.
“Yes!” Weencer said, now showing signs of great discomfort.
“This prized baseball bat was obtained from the dumpster at The Cadillac Motel. We also checked their pick up times and discovered that you asked for immediate service on the morning of August 5, 2010.
“So! Let me see if I have your testimony right. You received the bat as a gift from Red Sox. It was in pristine condition - and you have never used it since. Is that your testimony Mr. Weencer?”
“Yes!”
“Mr. Weencer! How do you suppose this small dime sized chunk of wood came to be missing on the bat? If you didn’t use the bat how did the piece of wood disappear? Mr. Weencer you look awfully uncomfortable with my questions. Let me help you out here! By the way, how did you injure your arm?”
“ I was scratched by a friend’s dog.”
“I’m still puzzled by that missing chunk of wood on the bat.”
Butterfield, clutched the bat and walked to the jury box producing a small fragment of blood stained wood. He turned to Weencer explaining that police found the piece of wood in the bloodied sheets in the motel room.
While explaining the scheme to Weencer, he was inserting the wood which fit perfectly into the hole on the bat. He repeated the “fitting” action twelve times - to make certain each juror witnessed the outcome.
“Now! Mr. Weencer! This is how the perfect bat became contaminated. Once Mr. Richmond Rand left your office having paid for the several more nights for the Whitmore brothers you removed the bat from beneath desk along with the room entrance cards - gained access to their room with the knowledge the Whitmore brothers were asleep. No! In fact, they were comatose because you drugged them the night before. With Mr. Rand having departed and the motel complex which would have been quiet at that early time of the morning you entered the room using the bat to bash their heads while they were in a deep sleep. You then gained access to the wall safe and helped yourself to approximately $200,000. Once the money was safely hidden you returned to your desk where you prepared breakfast for the patrons - and acted as if nothing happened.
“That injury on your arm is actually from this small piece of wood which, by the way tests positive with your DNA. The splinter entered your arm - you pulled it out assuming it was insignificant, but the forensic lab was able to match it to your saliva left behind on a Styrofoam cup to the chip of bloody wood that you carelessly dropped onto the floor.”
“Mr. Doolie Weencer! You were in debt to the mob and befriended Tavis Whitmore for the purpose of stealing his money.”
“Mr. Weencer! you killed Tavis and Curtis Whitmore.
Weencer, now dejected and pitiful was a broken man. He gambled away the $200,000 and was not ready to accept the consequence of his actions.
The judge ordered Weencer under arrest and with his admission of guilt in the murders was sentenced to two life terms without parole and is serving time in San Quentin Maximum security prison.
Richmond Rand was eventually tried and found guilty of murder in absentia.
Henry Hank Spencer Gambler, III was sent back to prison for the illegal disposal of the two dead bodies.
Officer Ryan Wagner was killed in a bank robbery on Christmas Eve in Pacific Grove in 2010.
Ogunquit, Maine has become the largest gaming resort in the world.
Richard Rand resumed his activities in Pacific Grove and eventually married Ryan Wagner’s widow Megan.
* * *
The trial now over, Richard was long overdue a vacation. With reputation restored, he resumed the charity of donating money to as many worthy causes as possible.
With successfully no way to make a distinction between the brothers, a remarkable change of events was about to transpire.
Contrary to Richmond convicted of a crime in absentia, who would ever be obsessive enough to manipulate and search out the offending brother.
* * *
Richard and Megan arrived in Rio De Janeiro, a playboy destination of the super rich and unrivaled as one the most beautiful places on earth - and a neighboring country to Argentina.
Blood relationships especially between twins is a bond that is profoundly perplexing. Extensive studies show that identical twins, time and again are capable of feeling the pain of the other through what is known as thought transference. Research has acknowledged at any given time one twin is capable of determining the other’s physical and emotional anguish. In rare cases they can also determine the time of death of a sibling and a multitude of unexplained paranormal activity.
Distraught at the prospect of not seeing his brother again, Richard made the trip with great pain in his heart. Aware that life for Richmond even though he could afford the finer things in life was a burden - he would always be a captive of his own disgrace.
With the conviction for murder any attempt to enter the U.S. would certainly result in apprehension.
* * *
The Villa, with a view above the magnificent skyline of Buenos Aires to the deep blue Atlantic Ocean in the distance was spectacular! Servants scampered about addressing Richmond as “Mr. Rand.” who was truly living in the lap of luxury.
Until now, Megan was unaware that Richard was one of a set of twins and was about to receive the surprise of her life! Completely stunned at the likeness she couldn’t make a distinction between them.
No one has ever committed the perfect crime - and in the end, detectives in Maine with information obtained from Alex Whitmore collected enough evidence to charge Richmond with the shootings of Summers, Ross and the murder of Richard Cooke. A court sentenced him in absentia to life in prison without parole for the murder of Cooke and (2) - fifty year sentences for the maiming of Summers and Cooke.
While the brother’s discussed the trial and death of their parents, Megan experienced pleasure in an afternoon of world class shopping.
* * *
With an excess of approximately $515,000,000 (million dollars) he was about to change the topography. Although he enjoyed the lifestyle in California, and it was a good one, he very much wanted to be back in Ogunquit
Ogunquit, Maine, 2010
Richard re-located his new family to Ogunquit. The mining company discovered the largest vein of gold in the history of California subsequently offering Mr. Rand an additional $1,000,000,000 (billion dollars). Richard updated the farm adding 20 adjoining acres to his original 10 acres and today his impressive home has been re-designed by a leading “Down East” living style magazine.
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nbsp; Megan Wagner-Rand was no stranger to New England, she was raised in Gloucester, Massachusetts the fishing community on the North Shore 35 miles from Boston. There is something about the smell of the salt air and the charm of the sea which is forever the composition of one’s DNA. She was fond of Maine and settled especially well in her new home with her two children and new husband.
In a surprise move Mr. Rand valued at more than one and a half billion dollars - never forgetting his roots, gifted the town of Ogunquit a trust fund in the amount of $100,000,000 (one hundred million dollars).
* * *
It was a warm spring afternoon when Megan’s husband missed a rung while stepping on a ladder seven feet above the ground landing on the back of his head. It wasn’t a significant injury but one his wife thought should be checked. As expected, the emergency room doctor released him with a clean bill of health.
That night, conversation developed concerning a trip back to Argentina in six months to visit his twin. The authorities were aware of Richmond’s location, but due to the no extradition clause between Argentina and the U.S. they could not hold Richard accountable or prevent him from visiting his brother in exile. Megan was spared the details of the identity switch and the tattoo behind the left ear of the problem brother.
While examining her husband’s head and as she pulled his left ear forward to determine if there was any pain, lumps, or discomfort that is when she noticed the two strange pin sized markings…
To Be Continued?
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