Forcier is a friend of Bill and Winifred Matteson, who own and operate the Swiftwater Stage Shop just down the road, in Bath. It's a quant little convenience store that serves as a grocery to some of the people who live in the area. In the past, Winnie has been very nice. But today, Bill was working.
Bill's a medium sized guy with a mostly bald head.
"Do you know how I can reach Rick Forcier?" I asked.
"No," said Bill. "And I'm not telling you a damn thing."
Obviously, I was taken aback. "Why?" I asked.
"Because I'm tired of answering questions about that girl. And you're trying to make a buck."
"Get out of my store or I'm going to beat your head in."
It's a strange thing to actually hear said out loud. And it took me a minute to react. "Why are you so angry?" I asked.
"That's it," said Bill. He reached under the counter, grabbed a long wooden rod and came at me. I didn't budge because I didn't think he'd really do it. He grabbed me by the shirt and pushed me out of his shop. I suggested we call the cops, have them ask him why he was making such a scene. And then he swung the bat up and I really did think he was going to lay me out. He seemed to think better of it at the last second, though, as two bikers were watching us from under an umbrella in the parking lot. Bill walked back into the store.
It's a weird goddamn reaction to some simple questions about something that happened over 7 years ago. But he's not the only one I've met up here who's acting weird.