Owen Russell: Why are you smiling?
Richard Larson: Because I’m finally getting my own book. Did you see the cover? I’m the one on the horse.
Owen: We’re not here to discuss your book, though it is odd that you’re so happy considering your brother, Dave, is missing.
Richard: I’m sure he’s fine. One thing about fiction is that characters don’t get hurt. Well, not unless the author wants them to. But Ruth Ann Nordin is a romance author, and Dave is the hero in two of her books, so he’s safe. She doesn’t kill off heroes. Ever.
Owen: But still, I’d think you’d be concerned.
Richard: *shrugs* He’s an adult. He can handle himself.
Owen: Hmm… So where were you on March 9?
Richard: I was sending Ruth a proposal on why she should write my book.
Owen: And this took all day?
Richard: Yes. I was at this laptop the entire time. Well, I took breaks to eat and go to the bathroom, but does everyone really want the details on that? I don’t think so.
Owen: Maybe I do. How long did these breaks take?
Richard: Let’s see… I arrived at the library to get the wireless internet access at 8am when it opened and didn’t have anything to eat until about 11am. I ate at Taco Bell. Did you know they have volcano tacos and tacos with Dorito shells now? I’m still waiting for them to bring back those french fries covered in meat, cheese, sour cream, tomatoes–
Owen: I get the point. So you’re saying you were at the library until it closed at 8pm with the exception of a couple of trips to the bathroom and to eat?
Richard: Yep. I had to prove to Ruth that my story would be a full-length novel. She has this thing where she doesn’t do short stories or novellas anymore. Something about people not being happy if she doesn’t write a full-length novel.
Owen: Can anyone vouch for the fact that you were in the library on that day?
Richard: Well, I did talk to Amanda on Skype to brainstorm what prompted me to marry her. There has to be some reason why I took her to Nebraska when I had planned to stay in New York so I could be with someone else. We finally came to a good conclusion and I wrote it down, but I had to prove how it could work.
Owen: I find it hard to believe that took all day.
Richard: It did.
Owen: Did you know Dave was last seen going out to the barn to start the morning chores?
Richard: That’s what Mary claims.
Owen: And that was approximately around six in the morning?
Owen: You didn’t get to the library until 8am when it opened.
Richard: You’re really stretching on that one, Owen.
Owen: Am I? Or did I just prove that there are two hours where you don’t have a valid alibi?
Richard: Look, I understand you need to ask these senseless questions in order to have me as one of the suspects, but I didn’t do it.
Owen: But you’re glad that Dave isn’t around?
Richard: I never said I was glad he was kidnapped. Am I glad I don’t have to hear him yapping about stuff that doesn’t matter? Sure. Who isn’t? But I wouldn’t kidnap him to shut him up.
Owen: Would you kidnap him so you could get your own book? I notice since he went missing, Forever Yours got removed from the immediate writing list.
Richard: That’s a coincidence.
Owen: Is it also a coincidence that we’re all notified your story will be written and given a title and cover?
Richard: Yes. It is a coincidence. But it’s also proof that Ruth listens to her characters. She had no plans to write my story, but because I went through the proper channels and didn’t try to bully her on this blog like Dave did, I got results. Dave’s problem is that he tried to force the issue. You catch a lot more flies with honey than with vinegar. She’s not unreasonable if you approach her calmly and respectably.
Owen: I hear you sent Dave a letter telling him he’d better stop harassing Ruth or he was going to get what he deserved.
Richard: Yes, I did. I won’t deny it. But I never said I’d kidnap him.
Owen: Then what did you think he deserved?
Richard: Honestly? I thought she’d decide not to write Forever Yours.
Owen: Which she did.
Richard: We already discussed that earlier in this post.
Owen: And now an opening popped up for your book.
Richard: Again, we already discussed that. Do you make it a habit of going in circles with everyone you interrogate?
Owen: I’m just trying to get to the bottom of this.
Richard: If you want to get to the bottom of this, then go find Dave. Stop bugging everyone else about it. Some of us have better things to do with our time than to figure out where Dave is. Like me. I am currently working on possible scenes in my book to send to Ruth in case she wants to use them. I don’t have time to worry about Dave. Dave will be fine. He’s a hero in a book. He shows up in other books. He’ll show up again on this blog sooner or later.
Owen: Your lack of concern really does bother me.
Richard: *shrugs* I can’t control how you feel about this. Do what you need to do, but I’m working on my book. *turns away from Owen and types*
Owen: Don’t leave town, Richard.
Richard: *ignores Owen and keeps typing*
Owen Russell was born and raised in Baton Rogue, Louisiana where he became an expert fisherman. In 1876, he moved to Omaha, Nebraska, and through a series of unanticipated events he became the deputy under Sheriff Meyer. To this day, he is still a deputy, a job he not only loves but is dedicated to doing.
Sidenote: While this character lives in the 1800′s, for the sake of this blog (and the fact that I couldn’t find a picture that served as a good fit for that time period), I picked a picture of him with a laptop.