always like this.’ She says while her brown hair bounces within timing to the train’s turns.
‘Like what? You have been nothing but nice to me’ Jason’s southern accent makes it presence felt again. Soothing, calm.
Crystal blushes and flicks her bouncing hair away from her eyes, revealing her beauty as well as her remorse. Jason reaches out to her and lays his hand on top of hers. Comforting, calculated.
‘Look Crystal, I don’t have any gripes with someone looking out for their friend. It’s natural and downright normal. I would be cautious as well if I was a beautiful girl traveling an express train with her equally beautiful friend. You can’t be too careful these days, as you said; there are a lot of creeps around . I can assure you I’m not one of them.’
She nods in agreement, her hands sweaty underneath his, not from heat but from nerves. The kind of nerves that find their way when you feel uncomfortable, not because you’re scared but because you know it feels right, but it’s so wrong.
‘I understand Jason. But I don’t know if you understand what I’m saying here. It’s not that I think you’re a creep, it’s just that maybe you have chosen the wrong girl’
‘Is that so?’ Jason says, now leaning in close enough to smell her perfume. Close enough to seal the deal.
Thirty Four
‘Still no news sir, we have an APB out on Frank but Boston PD can’t seem to put a radar on this guy’s ass. He is literally off the map. Not even a blip sir!’ The officer says, standing up straighter then most men stand, the reason being that this lowly ranked officer has been giving the opportunity to address the progress on the case to the DA. My lucky break he thinks
Eddie Smith sits in his chair contemplating whether to drink another glass. He stares deeper into his whisky bottle that’s propped up on his desk, wondering whether there is any gold at the bottom of this rainbow, or more to his circumstances, whether there is any hope at the bottom of the bottle.
‘Sir, what do you suggest we do?’ The officer’s voice penetrates Eddie’s thoughts. He finally levels his eyes up to the officer standing in his office and gives him a smile.
‘Well Officer….’ Eddie waits for the officer to state his name
‘Mullins sir, Officer Mullins’ states the officer.
‘Well officer Mullins, I suggest you keep on looking for this son of a bitch! What do you want me to do, go out there in a squad car with you and reel him in?’
‘No sir I…’
‘Don’t kid. I’m the District Attorney for Boston Massachusetts, My job is to insure the prosecution of criminals and clean these streets, ridding me of them all. You think I have the time to just dedicate my resources to one AWOL detective?’
‘No sir I don’t’
‘Well even though I can’t put all my officers into the fray, I have you! Seeing that you are so gung-ho then I’m tasking you with a special little mission’
Officer Mullins swallows hard, avoiding eye contact with the DA
‘Do you hear me?’ Asks Eddie
‘Yes sir, I here you.’
‘Aren’t you going to ask me what special assignment I have planned for you?’
There is a silence in the room that lasts only a few seconds
‘What’s my assignment sir?’
‘DO YOUR FUCKING JOB! IS THAT CLEAR OFFICER MULLINS?’ Shouts the DA.
‘Yes Sir!’ Mullins says, trying to compose himself.
‘Now get out there and search harder. Use the whole goddam Boston PD Reserves if you have to. I want Frank McKenzie In custody as soon as possible. Is that clear?’
‘Yes sir.’
‘Good now get going’
Officer Mullins leaves the room, hat in hand, and pride non-existent. He closes the door behind him leaving the DA sitting at his desk in silence, Eddie breaths in deeply, trying to gain control over the situation. He reaches into his coat jacket and pulls out a pack of twenty Lucky Strikes , brand new down to the film. He unwraps the protective packaging and rips open the top
‘Like what? You have been nothing but nice to me’ Jason’s southern accent makes it presence felt again. Soothing, calm.
Crystal blushes and flicks her bouncing hair away from her eyes, revealing her beauty as well as her remorse. Jason reaches out to her and lays his hand on top of hers. Comforting, calculated.
‘Look Crystal, I don’t have any gripes with someone looking out for their friend. It’s natural and downright normal. I would be cautious as well if I was a beautiful girl traveling an express train with her equally beautiful friend. You can’t be too careful these days, as you said; there are a lot of creeps around . I can assure you I’m not one of them.’
She nods in agreement, her hands sweaty underneath his, not from heat but from nerves. The kind of nerves that find their way when you feel uncomfortable, not because you’re scared but because you know it feels right, but it’s so wrong.
‘I understand Jason. But I don’t know if you understand what I’m saying here. It’s not that I think you’re a creep, it’s just that maybe you have chosen the wrong girl’
‘Is that so?’ Jason says, now leaning in close enough to smell her perfume. Close enough to seal the deal.
Thirty Four
‘Still no news sir, we have an APB out on Frank but Boston PD can’t seem to put a radar on this guy’s ass. He is literally off the map. Not even a blip sir!’ The officer says, standing up straighter then most men stand, the reason being that this lowly ranked officer has been giving the opportunity to address the progress on the case to the DA. My lucky break he thinks
Eddie Smith sits in his chair contemplating whether to drink another glass. He stares deeper into his whisky bottle that’s propped up on his desk, wondering whether there is any gold at the bottom of this rainbow, or more to his circumstances, whether there is any hope at the bottom of the bottle.
‘Sir, what do you suggest we do?’ The officer’s voice penetrates Eddie’s thoughts. He finally levels his eyes up to the officer standing in his office and gives him a smile.
‘Well Officer….’ Eddie waits for the officer to state his name
‘Mullins sir, Officer Mullins’ states the officer.
‘Well officer Mullins, I suggest you keep on looking for this son of a bitch! What do you want me to do, go out there in a squad car with you and reel him in?’
‘No sir I…’
‘Don’t kid. I’m the District Attorney for Boston Massachusetts, My job is to insure the prosecution of criminals and clean these streets, ridding me of them all. You think I have the time to just dedicate my resources to one AWOL detective?’
‘No sir I don’t’
‘Well even though I can’t put all my officers into the fray, I have you! Seeing that you are so gung-ho then I’m tasking you with a special little mission’
Officer Mullins swallows hard, avoiding eye contact with the DA
‘Do you hear me?’ Asks Eddie
‘Yes sir, I here you.’
‘Aren’t you going to ask me what special assignment I have planned for you?’
There is a silence in the room that lasts only a few seconds
‘What’s my assignment sir?’
‘DO YOUR FUCKING JOB! IS THAT CLEAR OFFICER MULLINS?’ Shouts the DA.
‘Yes Sir!’ Mullins says, trying to compose himself.
‘Now get out there and search harder. Use the whole goddam Boston PD Reserves if you have to. I want Frank McKenzie In custody as soon as possible. Is that clear?’
‘Yes sir.’
‘Good now get going’
Officer Mullins leaves the room, hat in hand, and pride non-existent. He closes the door behind him leaving the DA sitting at his desk in silence, Eddie breaths in deeply, trying to gain control over the situation. He reaches into his coat jacket and pulls out a pack of twenty Lucky Strikes , brand new down to the film. He unwraps the protective packaging and rips open the top
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