my name?” I
ask, raising my hands in the air...
“Let’s just say I’ve been
looking forward to a visit from you. I’d have come to meet you myself but you’re
always surrounded by those biker scum. But now that we have you alone I think it’s
high time we got to know each other don’t you think?”
“Thrilled.”
I start to turn around to
look at his face but he stops me.
“Don’t even think about it.
Just keep your head straight and march yourself to my back door. Oh, and I’ll
take your purse too.” He says as he grabs the strap to my purse and slips it
off my shoulder. A little heavy for a purse this size.” He comments.
I keep my mouth shut. I can
hear him rustling around in my purse for a moment before he stops. “Holy crap!
The lady’s carrying a piece. Nice one too.”
I turn around to look and
this time he doesn’t try to stop me. He racks back the slide and sniffs in the
opening. “Been fired recently too. Did you shoot someone Ms. Clarkson?”
I don’t give him the
satisfaction of an answer so he points me back towards his back door. When we
get to the patio the door opens and out walks another man. He’s clean cut,
physically fit and wears a stern expression on his face. On his right hip is
some kind of handgun and the way this guy carries himself I am pretty sure he’s
a cop as well. Judging by his age I’d say he’s still on the job unlike the
detective behind me poking me with his gun.
“Look what the cat dragged in
Jacob.”
“What do you know, it’s
another rat.” Jacob replies. “We been getting a lot of them lately haven’t we?”
The man who is Jacob holds
the door open for us. As I walk in I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out
of this scrape. I’m outnumbered two to one and they’re armed and I’m
not. What can I possibly say to these guys that will not only convince them to
give up their star witness, but to also let me live? In what world will it not
be bad for their careers to shed light on the fact that they probably coerced
the witness into picking out the wrong person? I suppose I should start
talking.
“So you’re the ones that have
been following ever since I got back into town?” I ask as they lead me into the
living room.
“That’s correct.” The
Detective replies.
“Why?” I ask.
He’s clearly the one in
charge here and the young one is just taking orders. Maybe the young guy is the
weak link.
“You been poking your nose
where it don’t belong. No amount of research, no amount of answers is ever
going to get your friend back. You do know that right?”
“The wrong guy’s in jail and
I’m not going to stop until the real killer is behind bars.”
“The guy’s behind bars are
killers Ms. Clarkson. What’d you think they are Boy Scouts?”
“Of course not but they
didn’t kill my best friend and I’m not stopping until her killer is behind
bars.”
“Well that’s where you’re
wrong.” The Detective says. “This gets dropped today. No more running around
playing at my job. You’re not even a cop for crying out loud.”
“I can’t do that Detective.”
“Do you realize the havoc
you’re going to cause if you force the DA into re-opening the case? Already
guilty people could, would end up walking free. Good cops could lose their
pensions over this.”
“That’s what you’re worried
about? Your pension and not men who are imprisoned for something they didn’t
do?”
“And you talk like we’ve got
Mother Theresa and Gandhi behind bars.” The Detective replies. “Well now that
your cards are all on the table what do you expect us to do?”
“Let me walk out of here with
the name and address of the witness. I’ll give you three days to wrap up your
affairs and get out of town. That’s my offer.”
They actually laugh at me.
“Would you care to hear my counter offer?” The Detective asks.
I nod.
“We give you ten minutes to
get your affairs in order before you meet your
ask, raising my hands in the air...
“Let’s just say I’ve been
looking forward to a visit from you. I’d have come to meet you myself but you’re
always surrounded by those biker scum. But now that we have you alone I think it’s
high time we got to know each other don’t you think?”
“Thrilled.”
I start to turn around to
look at his face but he stops me.
“Don’t even think about it.
Just keep your head straight and march yourself to my back door. Oh, and I’ll
take your purse too.” He says as he grabs the strap to my purse and slips it
off my shoulder. A little heavy for a purse this size.” He comments.
I keep my mouth shut. I can
hear him rustling around in my purse for a moment before he stops. “Holy crap!
The lady’s carrying a piece. Nice one too.”
I turn around to look and
this time he doesn’t try to stop me. He racks back the slide and sniffs in the
opening. “Been fired recently too. Did you shoot someone Ms. Clarkson?”
I don’t give him the
satisfaction of an answer so he points me back towards his back door. When we
get to the patio the door opens and out walks another man. He’s clean cut,
physically fit and wears a stern expression on his face. On his right hip is
some kind of handgun and the way this guy carries himself I am pretty sure he’s
a cop as well. Judging by his age I’d say he’s still on the job unlike the
detective behind me poking me with his gun.
“Look what the cat dragged in
Jacob.”
“What do you know, it’s
another rat.” Jacob replies. “We been getting a lot of them lately haven’t we?”
The man who is Jacob holds
the door open for us. As I walk in I wonder how the hell I’m going to get out
of this scrape. I’m outnumbered two to one and they’re armed and I’m
not. What can I possibly say to these guys that will not only convince them to
give up their star witness, but to also let me live? In what world will it not
be bad for their careers to shed light on the fact that they probably coerced
the witness into picking out the wrong person? I suppose I should start
talking.
“So you’re the ones that have
been following ever since I got back into town?” I ask as they lead me into the
living room.
“That’s correct.” The
Detective replies.
“Why?” I ask.
He’s clearly the one in
charge here and the young one is just taking orders. Maybe the young guy is the
weak link.
“You been poking your nose
where it don’t belong. No amount of research, no amount of answers is ever
going to get your friend back. You do know that right?”
“The wrong guy’s in jail and
I’m not going to stop until the real killer is behind bars.”
“The guy’s behind bars are
killers Ms. Clarkson. What’d you think they are Boy Scouts?”
“Of course not but they
didn’t kill my best friend and I’m not stopping until her killer is behind
bars.”
“Well that’s where you’re
wrong.” The Detective says. “This gets dropped today. No more running around
playing at my job. You’re not even a cop for crying out loud.”
“I can’t do that Detective.”
“Do you realize the havoc
you’re going to cause if you force the DA into re-opening the case? Already
guilty people could, would end up walking free. Good cops could lose their
pensions over this.”
“That’s what you’re worried
about? Your pension and not men who are imprisoned for something they didn’t
do?”
“And you talk like we’ve got
Mother Theresa and Gandhi behind bars.” The Detective replies. “Well now that
your cards are all on the table what do you expect us to do?”
“Let me walk out of here with
the name and address of the witness. I’ll give you three days to wrap up your
affairs and get out of town. That’s my offer.”
They actually laugh at me.
“Would you care to hear my counter offer?” The Detective asks.
I nod.
“We give you ten minutes to
get your affairs in order before you meet your
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