Friends With Shadows – Chapter 10 (Continued!)

Writer’s Note: Wrapping up Chapter 10 today! Happy Friday readers! Enjoy! I’m going to be out of town this weekend, but I’ll be working on Chapter 11 while I’m gone and trying to make some thing flow better. Tomorrow’s post might come a little late but it will be here! If Gandalf were telling me how far I had to travel to destroy the ring, I’d be like, “I’m gonna borrow your eagle friend and get a non-stop flight to Mordor!” So, basically, yes, Chapter 11 is coming. 🙂

“Detective, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your mail operation. How’s that coming along? Last I heard, you located a reliable informant and was of great use in the investigation. How has that developed? Are we going to have enough to take to the Regional Prosecutor? This could be a huge boost for the department.”

Dean tried to act like he wasn’t trying to act business casual. He sold the lieutenant a decent line of junk, “Th-Th-Th-The informant is working out well but his use has been exhausted and I’ll need to cultivate another to finish the investigation. The snitch has become too high profile, too well known in the circles as being loosely associated with the d-d-d-department.” Four syllables.

“Well, I remember working investigations and trying to protect your snitch. At some point you do need to find a new one. Usually, you want your investigation to come to a conclusion before you burn the informant, Detective. Let’s try and wrap this investigation soon. I’ll need a full summary with expected completion date. I want this ready for prosecution, soon. It looks like you’ve got plenty of help,” Dorsey points to the two detectives behind Dean.

The lieutenant could tell something was going on, or could he? Dean was struggling to read the facial expressions. He could feel moisture pushing itself out through a pore on the top of his head, he couldn’t hear anything farther than a foot away, his mind was trying to put together a more elaborate story to convince the lieutenant. Except, Dorsey was in investigations for many years and knows how to interrogate and can read the signs of contradictory body language. Dean tells himself to wrap this conversation up and move along.

Dean snaps a lazy salute and a half smile, “You got it, sir. I’ll get this investigation ready to move.”

“Fantastic, Detective. Carry on.” Dorsey reciprocated the partial salute and smile, “Gentlemen,” he nods to the Thomas and Handel and moves on down the hallway.

The three continue down the hallway in the opposite direction down towards the armory.

One last look before they turn the corner to the armory door. All clear.

Dean punches in the code and scans his thumbprint. The satisfying click of the lock and slide of the steel bars retracting, and Dean breathes out the air he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Inside the threshhold, the promised land. Now, Dean can fix the problem. Ammunition and weapons and flash bangs. The three packed up some gear and donned the tactical vest with ballistic panels. Perhaps it was overkill but, Dean didn’t want to take any chances. And, if a civilian saw them, at least it might look like a legitimate operation.

Dean took one more deep breath, he could feel his vest was a little tight, “Let’s find these guys.”

Friends With Shadows – Chapter 10 (Continued)

Writer’s Note: Happy Thursday! Happy almost Friday! Enjoy the continuance of Chapter 10! Enjoy the read! If you like the book so far, be sure to share it on your favorite social media platform, tell your friends and family and that guy sitting next to you right now! Well, even if you don’t like it, do those things anyway. 🙂 Peace out!

Chapter 10 (continued)

Dean explained they have two targets, and described the primary being, the man with the opal colored ring. The second target is the snitch but, he should’t be an issue if they can get to him fast enough to give the location of the primary target.

The backseat twins nodded affirmations but Thomas had a follow-up question, “Why?”

Dean took a breath, “Because where do you think your bonuses have come from? Do you like getting your little bonuses? To buy the toys you want, to go to dinner when you want? These guys know what we’re doing, in fact they know way too much. If we want to at least preserve what we have, then we need to find a way to silence these guys. Otherwise, you and you, are going to spend the next 25 years in rehabilitation – minimum. That’s not something I want. And I know that’s not what you want.”

Hesitation and fear took hold of the facial expressions of the twins. Thomas began to say something but caught his words before they had opportunity to materialize into regret.

Dean followed up with an ultimatum knowing that he barely had their attention, “If you don’t go with me on this, then I’ll be certain that you both take the fall. Who are they going to believe? A couple of rookie detectives or a seasoned veteran with multiple commendations? Plus, you’ve benefited from our little operation as much as I have. We’re in this together. ”
Both let out a sigh of relief, because they knew they no longer had to make a decision, the decision was made on their behalf. They knew they would follow Dean until this mission was complete. That’s how they had to view this, an operation that would require their full attention and seen through until it was over. All in.

The first directive Dean gave them, “Let’s get to the armory.”

The reluctant trio made their way to headquarters after hours. No one would suspect the three of these Law Officers of doing anything under the table – not with a skeleton crew working in the building.

Easy.

Until Lieutenant Dorsey stops them in the hallway. There is a downside to speaking prematurely.

…To Be Continued, Tomorrow! Bum-bum-buuuuuum!!!!

Friends With Shadows – Chapter 10

Writer’s Note: So, I think Chapter 9 is over, for now. On to Chapter 10! Moving into a perspective change as we observer what Dean is doing. Hump day! Let’s get through this week, folks, with some good reading! Enjoy! Smile! Read!

Chapter 10

Dean pulled into an open parking lot. Shaking the steering wheel as if he were trying to wake the dead. He could come clean to his superiors. That’s always the hardest part, telling the truth. His conscience would be clear, but he wouldn’t be free, he wouldn’t have his job. He’d be sent to rehab, a perpetual nightmare filled with all those criminals, many he put there personally. Criminals, because he decided they were societal rejects, for doing the very thing he has done so many times. His greed fueled the unapproved extracurricular activities.

Thomas and Handel sat in the back, looking at each other, wondering what to do next. Shoulder shrugs are exchanged between the two. A struggling non verbal discussion commenced until one of them acquiesced to saying the first words to Dean of what the next move was to be – not the typical “rocks, paper, scissor” game.

A nervous child, Handel said the first words, asking his mother for a cookie, “Sooo…,” he chose his words unwisely.

Just like a mother, his head turned slightly toward the backseat, Dean snapped back, “I’m thinking!”

Thomas and Handel could only see the corner of Dean’s eye and it gave them chills when spoke so abruptly.

He mumbled some more words, incoherent to the detectives in the back seat. In his mind, the words were clear, “Gotta find him. That’s the only option. If I can eliminate him, then this will all go away. Gotta find the snitch, he’ll tell me where the guy with the ring is. Gotta find the guy with the ring. If he knows, then he’ll tell. If he tells, then I’m screwed.”

The detectives resumed their non verbal discussion, trying to figure out if this was the time they needed to leave, if their services were still required, if the perceived superior in the front seat was starting to lose his mind and needed to be alone, if they were starting to reach a point that may involve some moral reasoning; maybe it was just time for their union mandated coffee break. To be certain, they knew they were at some kind of crossroads; unsure of the type of junction the detectives had reached – moral, professional, redeeming, coffee, or otherwise. Of course, only so much information could be conveyed from the communications as their eyes flexed in all directions and hands minimally flailed.

Before Thomas and Handel could come to an understanding of what the next move should be, Dean turned and looked at the two, “You guys are in this with me, right?”
“Of course, yeah,” the twins responding, synchronized, “What are we doing?”

…to be continued….