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wanted.”
Chuck laughed at loud at that.
“And you don’t think we didn’t watch you, thinking you had everything?”
“Yeah, everything. Divorced parents battling over alimony and shuffled between houses every two weeks. Your parents are at least still married, right?”
“Yeah,” Chuck shifted. “They are.”
The reaction when Chuck walked into the police station was exactly as he predicted, until he told them why he was there. And even then, he still expected handcuffs to be slapped on him at any moment, sure that his name popped up a dozen red flags in the system.
But the more he talked, the more they relaxed. The Feds had been after Samuel Jones for awhile, and the information Chuck gave them, having run on the inside for years, combined with what Jimmy the Snitch knew, was valuable.
“And the girl, Cassiopeia? She’ll testify to these bribes?”
“As long as you can promise she’ll be safe,” Chuck replied. “Look around, man, they ran to the middle of nowhere , when they had the glamour of NYC. They were pretty damn scared.”
“We can offer her and her family security,” the police officer said. “And you, of course.”
Chuck grinned the wicked grin that they had come to know.
“Man, I don’t need you. I’ve taken care of myself my whole life.”
“Sometimes,” the officer said, slowly. “It’s nice to have someone else take care of you awhile.”
It was something that Chuck had never considered before.
There were official statement forms to fill out, and several police officers that wanted to talk to them, both on the phone and in person. It was dawn before they let them go, and this time, it was with a happy wave and there were no handcuffs involved.
“That was surreal,” Chuck said, as they got back into the car. Dave choked at the time.
“Man, my parents are going to kill me.”
“Must be nice,” Chuck said, and Dave shrugged.
“Yeah, being grounded for a decade. At least it’s worth it.”
“Yeah,” Chuck closed his eyes as the roar of the engine started. It had been a long night but before he could sleep, he had to make sure Cassie got to school alright. Missing even a day of class could make a huge difference.
He thought about his own Dave in school, about all the days he had missed. Maybe it was too late to go back to traditional school, but there were always night classes.
“Yo, man, how do you be a cop?” he asked Dave. The other boy raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, I think you need a high school diploma and then you take the police entrance exams. They have an academy and all.””
“Yeah?” Chuck considered this. “Think they’d take a GED?”
“It’s the same thing, isn’t it?” Dave gave him an encouraging smile.
“Yeah,” Chuck said. “Pretty much.”
The conversation gave him new hope as they headed back to the Criter house. Maybe everything wouldn’t be the way he planned, and the end wouldn’t come with a gunshot in the dark for him.
It was morning at the Criter house, as if it were just another day. Cassie was still sitting on the couch, under a blanket, although she looked like she had moved. Her hair was piled on top of her head and she had some makeup on. But what Chuck was most interested in was the fact that there was a plate of eggs and pancakes half eaten in front of her, and she was continuing to go at it with interest.
“Chuck!” she practically tripped over the table to throw herself into his arms. He grinned, trying not to get bowled over. Small or not, she had impressive force. “Dave! You’re back! Where did you go? Richard wouldn’t tell me where you went.”
“We went to take care of some problems,” Chuck said, as she let go of him and wrapped her arms around Dave, who kissed her. “Legally.”
She gasped, with a grin.
“You know that word?”
“Apparently,” he replied, as Shawn and Peter came into the room.
“Peter, do you remember the last time an upper classer was in our doorstep?” Shawn
Chuck laughed at loud at that.
“And you don’t think we didn’t watch you, thinking you had everything?”
“Yeah, everything. Divorced parents battling over alimony and shuffled between houses every two weeks. Your parents are at least still married, right?”
“Yeah,” Chuck shifted. “They are.”
The reaction when Chuck walked into the police station was exactly as he predicted, until he told them why he was there. And even then, he still expected handcuffs to be slapped on him at any moment, sure that his name popped up a dozen red flags in the system.
But the more he talked, the more they relaxed. The Feds had been after Samuel Jones for awhile, and the information Chuck gave them, having run on the inside for years, combined with what Jimmy the Snitch knew, was valuable.
“And the girl, Cassiopeia? She’ll testify to these bribes?”
“As long as you can promise she’ll be safe,” Chuck replied. “Look around, man, they ran to the middle of nowhere , when they had the glamour of NYC. They were pretty damn scared.”
“We can offer her and her family security,” the police officer said. “And you, of course.”
Chuck grinned the wicked grin that they had come to know.
“Man, I don’t need you. I’ve taken care of myself my whole life.”
“Sometimes,” the officer said, slowly. “It’s nice to have someone else take care of you awhile.”
It was something that Chuck had never considered before.
There were official statement forms to fill out, and several police officers that wanted to talk to them, both on the phone and in person. It was dawn before they let them go, and this time, it was with a happy wave and there were no handcuffs involved.
“That was surreal,” Chuck said, as they got back into the car. Dave choked at the time.
“Man, my parents are going to kill me.”
“Must be nice,” Chuck said, and Dave shrugged.
“Yeah, being grounded for a decade. At least it’s worth it.”
“Yeah,” Chuck closed his eyes as the roar of the engine started. It had been a long night but before he could sleep, he had to make sure Cassie got to school alright. Missing even a day of class could make a huge difference.
He thought about his own Dave in school, about all the days he had missed. Maybe it was too late to go back to traditional school, but there were always night classes.
“Yo, man, how do you be a cop?” he asked Dave. The other boy raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, I think you need a high school diploma and then you take the police entrance exams. They have an academy and all.””
“Yeah?” Chuck considered this. “Think they’d take a GED?”
“It’s the same thing, isn’t it?” Dave gave him an encouraging smile.
“Yeah,” Chuck said. “Pretty much.”
The conversation gave him new hope as they headed back to the Criter house. Maybe everything wouldn’t be the way he planned, and the end wouldn’t come with a gunshot in the dark for him.
It was morning at the Criter house, as if it were just another day. Cassie was still sitting on the couch, under a blanket, although she looked like she had moved. Her hair was piled on top of her head and she had some makeup on. But what Chuck was most interested in was the fact that there was a plate of eggs and pancakes half eaten in front of her, and she was continuing to go at it with interest.
“Chuck!” she practically tripped over the table to throw herself into his arms. He grinned, trying not to get bowled over. Small or not, she had impressive force. “Dave! You’re back! Where did you go? Richard wouldn’t tell me where you went.”
“We went to take care of some problems,” Chuck said, as she let go of him and wrapped her arms around Dave, who kissed her. “Legally.”
She gasped, with a grin.
“You know that word?”
“Apparently,” he replied, as Shawn and Peter came into the room.
“Peter, do you remember the last time an upper classer was in our doorstep?” Shawn
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