Saturday, April 12, 2008
I let him get away
There was this one time in Banff that a RCMP officer called me asking if he could speak to me in regards to my name coming up as an alibi, I said sure. I had been working with Banff Taxi for a little while, like three months but I already had a great reputation. So the RCMP officer comes over to the house that I lived in Banff 329 muskrat Rd. He parked outside and asked me to come down into the cruiser for the questioning. He asked if I had worked a specific Saturday, I told him "no that's not my shift, I work the mon-friday graveyard." I asked who he was looking for, he said a rapist. I remembered hearing the story, Banff is a small town if anything crazy happens people hear about it. The girl was brutally raped inside her own house by a vicious animal. The only suspect in the case used me as an alibi and then fled. His name was Mat Gar%^. I remember the first time I drove him, it was to the Hostel. He was drunk and arrogant, no money either. He started working at a restaurant where a friend of mine worked, my friend used to special order me every night for a ride home. One night his co worker jumped in too. I remembered him he did not remember me. I got to talking to him that night he jumped in with my buddy. The kid told me he grew up in St Albert, I grew up in St. Albert. He knew many of the people I attended elementary school with. I forgot about my first encounter with him and ended up driving him many more times, he was a coke head and he was always accompanied by a lady. He lied to the RCMP about getting a ride with me on that Saturday night. In Banff the Taxi was a shift work job, 50 hours a week, Saturday was a big money night and I was still a Rookie hence no Saturdays. I couldn't help the cop with his suspects whereabouts so he left. A few months later my girl friend got pregnant and I moved to Edmonton. I started to drive a Taxi here in the city. Something all the cabbies in Banff were scared to try. I remember about two months into it, I was going back to the West end to park my taxi when at 107 ave and like 113st I saw a flag. I had just started driving Edmonton streets and I knew about 107 ave but I took a risk and pulled over. The couple got in, a John and his whore. Except the John was the rapist kid from Banff. I got scared and just sat there looking at him. It was him, he shaved his head and lost weight but it was him. "Do I know you?" he asked. "You're in big trouble dude" I said to him. He realized who I was. The whore started telling me where to go. She probably knew that she was siting in a car with a rapist fuck but she probably just didn't care. I started to move forward not sure what to do. The hooker who was beyond cracked out started screaming that I was going the wrong way, then I told her that I hadn't turned on the meter yet, and I told her the guy she is with was bad fucking news. She told me to stop the car. They both got out. I never told the cops I saw him, I lost the RCMP officers number, I regret it every day. That guy was a monster in sheep clothing.