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Authors: David Reuben Aslin
his Jeep. Ian heard Parker start his car. He turned around briefly and watched for a moment as Parker backed his car out of its parking spot, then turned and began driving off, exiting the parking lot in the only direction there was to go. Ian thought to himself, One way up … one way down.
Scout had been waiting patiently for about twenty minutes. Ian reached into his denim work-style jacket pocket and retrieved the filled-to-obesity business-sized white envelope. Leaning up against the side of his Jeep, Ian looked with astonishment at the contents, all one hundred dollar bills. He then unlocked his Jeep, climbed into the driver’s seat, and began counting his cash as he spoke out loud to Scout. “Holy cow-pie. How much did Charlie tell these guys is my going rate? There must be … twenty-eight … twenty-nine … thirty. There’s three thousand bucks here. I tell ya boy, nowadays, it’s not so much what you know, it’s who you know. That, and whatever you’ve done lately. That’s what makes or breaks ya.” Ian looked upwards like he was talking to the heavens themselves and exclaimed, almost shouting, “THANK YOU, CHARLIE!”
CHAPTER 4
Once Bitten
Not five minutes had gone by since Officer Ned Parker’s return to the station. He was just leaving the chief’s office, having given Chief Mooney an update on his and Ian’s intended future black-op investigatory activities, when all at once a heavy-set upper-middle-aged black woman came bursting into the front door of the police station. She was in near hysterics as she stood wildly wide-eyed just inside the threshold of the foyer, desperately attempting to catch her breath.
The woman was soaked and soiled from head to foot. To even the most amateur eyes, she looked to be a battle-torn casualty of some small war.
She was dressed in a tattered, dark purple, white polka-dotted semi-muumuu and once white, seamless, diabetic-approved stockings. No shoes. Her hair was as rain-soaked and dirty as her clothing. She looked completely disheveled, like she’d been a front row spectator of a hurricane. The woman had thick tears and mascara tracks running from the corners of her eyes down her cheeks. It appeared to everyone in the room, officers and citizens alike, that the woman was desperately trying to speak but nothing was coming out. After a few of what appeared to be painful attempts to speak, she feverishly began swallowing, gulping, and gasping as if attempting to swallow something the size of a jaw-breaker. A female plainclothes officer rapidly approached the woman and tried to grab and steady her since the woman looked like she might be having a seizure or perhaps some sort of cardiac event. But the woman pushed the officer away with all her might as she made one more painful effort to speak. This time, she managed to muster up an audible voice that, after a few seconds, manifested itself as a blood-curdling scream. “MA! MA! MURDER!!!”
Having heard all of the commotion, Officer Ned Parker ran into the front room of the police station. He then ran over to the woman, who was barely being held upright by the female officer. Ned Parker blurted out, “Okay, okay. Officer … Maggie … I’ve got her too.” Ned wrapped his left arm around the large woman’s underarm and back. “Maggie, let’s get her over to that chair.” Ned gave a slight nod of his chin and pointed with his eyes over at the nearest interrogation desk and chairs.
The large woman was shaking profusely as she stumbled, barely managing with the two officers’ assistance to make it over to the chair. Once the officers had the woman seated, Ned nodded and winked at the female officer, indicating that, being the senior officer, he would take the lead. The female officer frowned but quickly acquiesced to Ned pulling rank on her.
Ned spoke slowly and clearly while looking directly into the woman’s blank-looking, blood-shot eyes. “Uh, ma’am, are you having any sort of
Scout had been waiting patiently for about twenty minutes. Ian reached into his denim work-style jacket pocket and retrieved the filled-to-obesity business-sized white envelope. Leaning up against the side of his Jeep, Ian looked with astonishment at the contents, all one hundred dollar bills. He then unlocked his Jeep, climbed into the driver’s seat, and began counting his cash as he spoke out loud to Scout. “Holy cow-pie. How much did Charlie tell these guys is my going rate? There must be … twenty-eight … twenty-nine … thirty. There’s three thousand bucks here. I tell ya boy, nowadays, it’s not so much what you know, it’s who you know. That, and whatever you’ve done lately. That’s what makes or breaks ya.” Ian looked upwards like he was talking to the heavens themselves and exclaimed, almost shouting, “THANK YOU, CHARLIE!”
CHAPTER 4
Once Bitten
Not five minutes had gone by since Officer Ned Parker’s return to the station. He was just leaving the chief’s office, having given Chief Mooney an update on his and Ian’s intended future black-op investigatory activities, when all at once a heavy-set upper-middle-aged black woman came bursting into the front door of the police station. She was in near hysterics as she stood wildly wide-eyed just inside the threshold of the foyer, desperately attempting to catch her breath.
The woman was soaked and soiled from head to foot. To even the most amateur eyes, she looked to be a battle-torn casualty of some small war.
She was dressed in a tattered, dark purple, white polka-dotted semi-muumuu and once white, seamless, diabetic-approved stockings. No shoes. Her hair was as rain-soaked and dirty as her clothing. She looked completely disheveled, like she’d been a front row spectator of a hurricane. The woman had thick tears and mascara tracks running from the corners of her eyes down her cheeks. It appeared to everyone in the room, officers and citizens alike, that the woman was desperately trying to speak but nothing was coming out. After a few of what appeared to be painful attempts to speak, she feverishly began swallowing, gulping, and gasping as if attempting to swallow something the size of a jaw-breaker. A female plainclothes officer rapidly approached the woman and tried to grab and steady her since the woman looked like she might be having a seizure or perhaps some sort of cardiac event. But the woman pushed the officer away with all her might as she made one more painful effort to speak. This time, she managed to muster up an audible voice that, after a few seconds, manifested itself as a blood-curdling scream. “MA! MA! MURDER!!!”
Having heard all of the commotion, Officer Ned Parker ran into the front room of the police station. He then ran over to the woman, who was barely being held upright by the female officer. Ned Parker blurted out, “Okay, okay. Officer … Maggie … I’ve got her too.” Ned wrapped his left arm around the large woman’s underarm and back. “Maggie, let’s get her over to that chair.” Ned gave a slight nod of his chin and pointed with his eyes over at the nearest interrogation desk and chairs.
The large woman was shaking profusely as she stumbled, barely managing with the two officers’ assistance to make it over to the chair. Once the officers had the woman seated, Ned nodded and winked at the female officer, indicating that, being the senior officer, he would take the lead. The female officer frowned but quickly acquiesced to Ned pulling rank on her.
Ned spoke slowly and clearly while looking directly into the woman’s blank-looking, blood-shot eyes. “Uh, ma’am, are you having any sort of
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