Tom Wallace - Gnosis

“Thomas.”

Hearing his name, Tommy ran to his father, knelt in front of him, wrapped his arms around his father’s emaciated body, and buried his head into the old man’s chest. Eli folded his arms around the son he had not seen in twenty-nine years, leaned forward, and kissed Tommy on the cheek.

Tommy, weeping uncontrollably, kept repeating, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry for what I’ve done. Can you ever forgive me?”

Eli lifted his son’s head, looked him in the eye, and said, “You have no reason to ask for forgiveness. You did nothing wrong, nothing that requires forgiveness, from me or anyone else.”

“I’m so sorry,” Tommy said. “I’m sorry for failing you. It was me… I took the gun from the safe.”

“I know,” Eli said. “But you only did it because you had no other choice. It was the same with me. I had to stay silent, remain in prison, because the alternative meant death to our loved ones. Neither of us could allow such a terrible thing to happen.”

Rachel, confused by what she was hearing, knelt next to Tommy, putting her arm on his shoulder. Kirk moved next to Rachel and held her hand. Isaac, his facial expression unchanged, remained seated on the couch.

“Hold you head high, Thomas,” Eli ordered. “You are my son, in whom I am well pleased.”

A few minutes later, the nurse ordered Eli to get some rest. He agreed, telling his children he was tired and needed to lie down for a while. The nurse, with Rachel’s help, lifted Eli into his wheelchair. After another check on the tubes and connections, with the nurse following close on their heels, Tommy rolled his father into a side bedroom.

While Tommy remained at his father’s side, Dantzler, Rachel, Kirk, and Isaac sat at a long oak table in the dining room. Judging by the food remaining on the table, this was where the homecoming celebration had been held. There were finger sandwiches, a vegetable tray, several different kinds of fruit, and the remains of a cake with “Welcome Home, Eli” on it.

Rachel requested the sit-down, saying she wanted to know exactly what had happened twenty-nine years ago. “Did Tommy really take the gun from the safe?” she asked Dantzler.

“Yes.”

“But… why?”

Dantzler paused for a few seconds, assessing how he should lay out the full story to the Whitehouse family. The best way, the only way, was to start from the beginning and give the details in narrative form. Otherwise, he would be bombarded with a multitude of questions. That would only serve to bounce the story from place to place, making it all the more confusing.

“Let me go back to the beginning and take you through the entire story,” he said.

And that’s what he did, starting with a detailed biographical sketch of Johnny Richards. Who he was and how he made his living as a Mob hit man. He told them how it all began when Tommy inadvertently overheard the conversation between Johnny Richards and the other man in the YMCA locker room. How Richards then confronted Tommy, ordering him to get the gun out of the safe. How Richards promised Tommy that if he talked, everyone in the family would be tortured and killed. How Richards sent Colt Rogers to Eli with the same promise of death if Eli fought the charges. How Richards killed Rogers and Devon Fraley, and attempted to set up Rocky Stone as the murderer. How Eli’s clues, difficult as they were to figure out, eventually led the authorities to Richards.

Dantzler ended his tale by informing them that Richards was dead.

“So, Eli was right,” Rachel pointed out. “Tommy had no other choice.”

“If Tommy or Eli had spoken up, none of you would be sitting at this table right now,” Dantzler said. “You would all be dead. Johnny Richards would have done exactly what he said he would do.”

“And the two kids Richards killed in the barn? How did they fit in to all of this?” Kirk asked.

“They were unlucky victims,” Dantzler answered. “Richards needed to ensure Tommy’s silence. He did so by killing those two boys and then framing Eli for the murders. Where Richards found the two kids is anyone’s guess. All we know is he did find them. He lured them into his car-maybe with the promise of drugs-drove them to the barn, tied them up, and executed them. Then he left the gun at the scene. And, of course, the gun had Eli’s fingerprints on it. Those prints, along with Eli’s refusal to defend himself at his trial, led to the inevitable guilty verdict.”

“Diabolical,” Rachel said, more to herself than to the others. “And to think what all this did to poor Tommy.”

Later, the nurse and Tommy came out of Eli’s bedroom. Tommy walked into the dining room and told Dantzler that Eli would like to speak with him. Dantzler excused himself and went in to see the old man.

“Thomas will be all right now, won’t he, Detective?” Eli said, his voice still strong and clear.

“I don’t know, Eli. He has a serious alcohol problem. That’s not easy to overcome. His road to recovery, provided it’s what he truly wants, will be difficult and painful. But… after seeing you again, after unloading such a heavy burden, maybe the road will be a little easier.”

“The suffering that child experienced all these years,” Eli said, shaking his head. “Only Job suffered more.”

“Were you aware that Tommy took the gun from the safe?”

“Not at first. But it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Not after Tommy fell like beautiful Lucifer from heaven. It could only have been Tommy.”

“What did Colt Rogers say when he came to visit you the first time?”

“He said if I chose to fight the charges against me every member of my family would be murdered. So you see, Detective. Like Tommy, I had no choice but to remain silent and endure as best I could.”

“Why did you wait all these years before revealing the truth? You could have done it ten, twenty years ago. Why didn’t you?”

“I was a coward. And I feared for my family.”

“That’s a terrible punishment you put on yourself. On your family. Was it worth the price you paid?”

Eli shrugged.

“Why now, Eli?” Dantzler asked. “You could have let this thing play out and no one would be the wiser.”

“I figured I would be dead by the time you uncovered the truth. Coward or not, I wasn’t about to go to my grave without freeing Thomas from the terrible hell he was living in. He had suffered enough for the sins of others.”

“Johnny Richards is dead.”

“Forgive me if I refrain from saying a prayer on his behalf.”

“Jesus’s empty tomb, Mary Magdalene-excellent clues,” Dantzler said. “But why so cryptic? So evasive? You could have made it a lot easier by simply giving me a name.”

“I had faith you would figure it out.”

“Why were you so certain I would take the case?”

“Because you’re a Gnostic.”

“What does being a Gnostic have to do with anything?”

“Gnosis, as we both know, means knowledge. And knowledge leads to the truth.”

“I still don’t follow.”

“What was your answer when I asked if you possess gnosis?”

“I chase it but I don’t always catch up to it.”

“You’re a seeker, Detective Dantzler. You seek knowledge, truth… God. I knew the truth-that I was innocent-and I had confidence you would uncover it.”

“Your faith is admirable, Eli. Misplaced, perhaps, but admirable.”

“Is my faith in Tommy’s recovery misplaced?”

“Only time will tell. But I’ll keep my fingers crossed that your faith will be rewarded.”

“Are you familiar with the concept of tikkun ?”

Dantzler was startled by the old man’s question. “I’m surprised you know Kabbalah.”