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a pool of water. Already weak from the curious happenings of the previous days, his feet went up and his head went down. On its way down, his head connected with the edge of the toilet as his forehead made solid contact with the bowl. As blood poured from his forehead he lost consciousness.
Chapter 11
Benny placed a call to an old friend in the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, or FDLE as the locals call it.
His friend obviously had caller ID, as he answered saying, “You old son of a gun!”
“I’m going to take that as a nice hello, Ted,” Benny laughed.
“Let me, let me, let me guess whys you calling?”
“Shoot,” Benny said.
“Brother Jim case.”
“You got it, you old drunk bastard.”
“I quit drinking,” Ted said.
“Really?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Benny almost laughed out loud but held it in before demanding, “Prove it to me by saying your ABC’s without any of the vowels.”
“Easy as pie. A… darn! B, C, D, E, and sometimes Y, darn it! I wasn’t good in Language English class.”
“How do you keep your job?” Benny asked.
“Tomorrow’s my day off,” Ted answered.
“Do you mean today?”
“I hope so.”
“It’s not even noon.”
“What’s that got to do with the price of sesame chicken in China?”
“Most people wait until about five in the evening to start drinking,” Benny suggested.
“Those people are dumb, stupid, and ignorant. Those stupid dumb ignorants are going to be hung-over at work the next day. Me, I pass out by five and get thirteen or fourteen hours of sleep and I’s ready to get back at working.”
“Well, when you are ready to be back at working,” Benny mimicked, “give me a call. I could use some inside help from a guy I trust.”
“Come over,” Ted suggested.
“Now?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell you everything I know.”
“Why don’t we do this tomorrow when you’re sober and a bit more coherent?”
“Cause I won’t.”
“Why not?”
“We got a memo you were working this case and we are forbidden to talk to you.”
“But you’ll risk that and talk to me today?”
“Yeah. I’m not responsible for what I did or done or do today.”
“Do you still live at the same place?”
“Afraid so,” Ted answered.
“I can be there in less than an hour.”
“I’ll only talk if you bring me a favor.”
“OK.”
“Big titties,” Ted slurred.
“Shut the hell up, Ted.”
“Whiskey or beers and not gin or vodka. Not that I hate Russia or nothing but vodka is the devil and gin makes me smell like gin on the tomorrows.”
“I can do that,” Benny assured. “Take a shower and sober up a bit.”
“Jerry Springer’s on!”
“So?”
“I drinks when they fights!” Ted screamed as Benny heard something topple over.
Benny hung up the phone and flew out the door, hoping he would get there before it was too late for Ted to still speak English.
Benny hauled ass. The Trans Am hummed on the highway. He admired the machine under him as it propelled him down the road. His friend Ted had been an up and coming member of the FDLE. It was a foregone conclusion that he would end up eventually in the FBI, as he had been paramount in cases in which the FDLE had assisted its Federal brother. Ted had been sharp, focused, and sober.
He and Benny had worked together numerous times as Benny’s role in the FBI concentrated on problems and issues in the Southeastern United States. Ted was twelve years older than Benny and had always treated him as a father might treat a son. Ted worked a case that forever changed his life after meeting Benny. It was a case that involved drugs and smuggling, as many cases in Florida do. Benny was called in to assist on the Federal level as the drugs were believed to be coming in from Georgia and crossing state lines. Most of the drugs usually flowed from Florida up into the other states and this case was especially tricky because it went against all the norms. Drugs never trickled down
Chapter 11
Benny placed a call to an old friend in the Florida Department of Law Enforcement, or FDLE as the locals call it.
His friend obviously had caller ID, as he answered saying, “You old son of a gun!”
“I’m going to take that as a nice hello, Ted,” Benny laughed.
“Let me, let me, let me guess whys you calling?”
“Shoot,” Benny said.
“Brother Jim case.”
“You got it, you old drunk bastard.”
“I quit drinking,” Ted said.
“Really?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Benny almost laughed out loud but held it in before demanding, “Prove it to me by saying your ABC’s without any of the vowels.”
“Easy as pie. A… darn! B, C, D, E, and sometimes Y, darn it! I wasn’t good in Language English class.”
“How do you keep your job?” Benny asked.
“Tomorrow’s my day off,” Ted answered.
“Do you mean today?”
“I hope so.”
“It’s not even noon.”
“What’s that got to do with the price of sesame chicken in China?”
“Most people wait until about five in the evening to start drinking,” Benny suggested.
“Those people are dumb, stupid, and ignorant. Those stupid dumb ignorants are going to be hung-over at work the next day. Me, I pass out by five and get thirteen or fourteen hours of sleep and I’s ready to get back at working.”
“Well, when you are ready to be back at working,” Benny mimicked, “give me a call. I could use some inside help from a guy I trust.”
“Come over,” Ted suggested.
“Now?”
“Yeah, I’ll tell you everything I know.”
“Why don’t we do this tomorrow when you’re sober and a bit more coherent?”
“Cause I won’t.”
“Why not?”
“We got a memo you were working this case and we are forbidden to talk to you.”
“But you’ll risk that and talk to me today?”
“Yeah. I’m not responsible for what I did or done or do today.”
“Do you still live at the same place?”
“Afraid so,” Ted answered.
“I can be there in less than an hour.”
“I’ll only talk if you bring me a favor.”
“OK.”
“Big titties,” Ted slurred.
“Shut the hell up, Ted.”
“Whiskey or beers and not gin or vodka. Not that I hate Russia or nothing but vodka is the devil and gin makes me smell like gin on the tomorrows.”
“I can do that,” Benny assured. “Take a shower and sober up a bit.”
“Jerry Springer’s on!”
“So?”
“I drinks when they fights!” Ted screamed as Benny heard something topple over.
Benny hung up the phone and flew out the door, hoping he would get there before it was too late for Ted to still speak English.
Benny hauled ass. The Trans Am hummed on the highway. He admired the machine under him as it propelled him down the road. His friend Ted had been an up and coming member of the FDLE. It was a foregone conclusion that he would end up eventually in the FBI, as he had been paramount in cases in which the FDLE had assisted its Federal brother. Ted had been sharp, focused, and sober.
He and Benny had worked together numerous times as Benny’s role in the FBI concentrated on problems and issues in the Southeastern United States. Ted was twelve years older than Benny and had always treated him as a father might treat a son. Ted worked a case that forever changed his life after meeting Benny. It was a case that involved drugs and smuggling, as many cases in Florida do. Benny was called in to assist on the Federal level as the drugs were believed to be coming in from Georgia and crossing state lines. Most of the drugs usually flowed from Florida up into the other states and this case was especially tricky because it went against all the norms. Drugs never trickled down
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