is she, you sanctimonious sack of shit?â
âIâll ask you once more to refrain from using foul language.â
âFine. But firstâyou tell me where the hell your mother is hiding.â
âAs I stated previously,â says Ceepak, striding forward, not at all afraid of the golf club quivering in his old manâs hand, âshe is where you will never find her.â
âShe has my fucking money! Three million dollars!â
âYou are mistaken. Aunt Jennifer willed that money, in no uncertain terms, to Mom, and Mom alone.â
âWhatâs hers is mine.â
âSo you keep saying. However, according to the divorce papersââ
âWeâre Catholic, Johnny.â
âWhile you were in prison, she had your marriage annulled by a church tribunal.â
âShe canât do that.â
âShe did.â He hands his father a piece of paper.
Mr. Ceepak takes it. âWhat the fuck is this?â
âA restraining order.â
âHuh?â
âItâs a civil order that provides protection from harm by a family member or a psycho stalker,â I chime in, because Sam chirped it to me the other night while she was cramming for her LSATs.
âYou,â Ceepak says to his father, âare not to have any further contact with me or my family, in person, by phone, at home, work or anywhere I or my wife and stepson happen to be.â
âFuck thatââ
âTrust me, sirâif you violate this order, you will be incarcerated.â
âHey, heâs violating it now!â This from Skippy. âYou want me to cuff him? I have handcuffs.â
He does? Did he save a pair as a souvenir when he was an auxiliary cop?
âMy guns are at home but I have a wood back here.â Skippy lets go of the cat, who jumps into a fuzzy doughnut-shaped bed as Skippy bends down to grab a driver with a humongous head, which, I guess is what Putt-Putt owners use for self-defense instead of the more traditional mom-and-pop grocery store baseball bat.
âStand down, Mr. OâMalley,â says Ceepak.
âTenâfour,â says Skippy who seems to be enjoying playing cop-for-a-day.
Mr. Ceepak is staring at the sheet of paper his son just handed him. Trying to focus his bleary eyes. Moving his lips as he reads what is written there.
âHow long you been planning this?â
âEver since I heard from Lisa Porter Burt, the prosecuting attorney in Ohio. She informed me that you were angling for early release under the auspices of the new state law.â
âBe prepared, huh?â
âYes, sir.â
âFucking overgrown Boy Scout. This piece of paper is bullshit.â
âI assure you, sir, it is not.â
âReally? Okay, jarhead. Howâd you find a goddamn judge on a Sunday morning?â
âThis is what is known in New Jersey as an emergency restraining order. They may be obtained at any police station in the state.â
Like the one where Ceepak and I work.
âTomorrow, Judge Mindy Rasmussen will issue a temporary restraining order that will remain in effect for ten days or until our court hearing, whichever comes first. You, of course, will be invited to attend the hearing to tell your side of the story.â
âOh, Iâll tell âem, Johnny. Iâll tell the world what a lousy excuse for a son you turned out to be. A goddamn disappointment. Iâll tell that judge how you signed up for the fucking army instead of coming to work for me. Thought you were too good to be a roofer.â
âTell Judge Rasmussen anything you like. However, right now, you are in clear violation of the restraining order. If you do not vacate these premises immediately, it will be my duty as a duly sworn law enforcement officer to arrest you.â
Ceepakâs duty, my pleasure.
Mr. Ceepak stuffs his legal documents into his back pocket. âThis ainât over, Johnny.â
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