Friends With Shadows – Chapter 8 (CONTINUED!)

Writers note: you’ll have to forgive any errors in this one I did it from my phone. I don’t have access to a computer at this very moment. Enjoy and read on my friends.


He raced to headquarters, briskly walking down the long corridors filled with law officers – ready to shoot him down for violating the code of ethics, waiting for him to run to give them an opportunity to use a new taser rifle.  even the colloquial of the officers he knew seem to imply their knowledge of his misconduct.

He jumped onto the elevator can enter the detectives level. He needed some people he could trust and wouldn’t ask any questions. He found a couple of the newer guys had secured into helping them resell the contraband. An evil mastermind always has black male available to him – the guilt of people is usually strong enough to keep them in line. Sweat coming off his sideburns, they got in the law vehicle, wheels screeching around every corner, he had to make sure no one else knew about this. Dean had to find his snitch.

With Dean driving to the most likely locations the new guys being brought on board, Detectives Thomas and Handel, were already using the law database to get the most current information on the whereabouts of the snitch.

Almost simultaneously, Thomas and Handel belted, “Got ‘im!”

“He’s at the Hippocratic hospital at the corner of ‘A’ and 200th, eight minutes away. Go left at the next light,” Thomas could feel the excitement building as they went after a snitch that has apparently absconded with contraband.

“Receptionist just confirmed that he has been checked out and video surveillance confirms he is sitting outside the hospital. He was in some kind of wreck.” Handel, not to be outdone, smiled with self satisfaction and turned off communication with the hospital using his ear piece.

All Dean heard was that his snitch was trying to hide from him by faking an injury. Or, maybe he was meeting his contact – the man that was in his car. That was it, they’re meeting right now, plotting devising, getting ready to extort him. Fury burned his face, wheels peeling around the corner, he sees the snitch outside.

“Get him!” Thomas and Handel jump out and sweep him into the car and drive off.

End of chapter 8


Friends With Shadows – Chapter 8

Writer’s Note: I apologize for not posting yesterday! So, to make up for it here’s Chapter 8, early! Today you can enjoy a read with your morning cup o’ joe and bagel. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Read on, my friends!

Chapter 8

Dean begins his own inquiry while he drives the man with large knuckles. He started with the most obvious questions anyone would ask when you find yourself driving a stranger unexpectedly, “Who are you? Where are we going? Why are you in my car?”

Clearly his this man’s intentions were different than Dean’s since he talked over his questions as if he didn’t even notice them, “Why did you become a person upholding the law?”

Adrenaline begins pulsing through Dean’s veins. Palms begin to sweat. Arms suddenly become made of gelatin. He knew the conflict inside from the past to the present, the contradiction he had become. “I wanted to bring justice and peace to those that had none. I wanted order for a system that was chaotic and sometimes fell apart when we needed it most. I wanted to change the system from within – make it better, the way it was intended to be.”

“And what happened instead?” As the man already knew the answer, he asked the question with purpose to wrench the hidden truth from Dean’s soul.
“I became what I fought against. I would confiscate the mail. Sell it back to the criminals through an intermediary – a snitch. It was supposed to be a legitimate operation and when the job was done, I wasn’t.” Feeling freer after confessing his sins to his make-shift priest, e Dean started to become angry at himself and at this man for exposing his lies and hypocrisy.

A steady tone, the man’s queries continued, “What fueled you to keep doing this?”
“I saw how much I could make by reselling the contraband back to the criminals – arresting them once they took possession and reselling it someone else. Greed. And I gave up – I succummbed to the system after being beaten down by it for so many years, after being surrounded by it for so many years.” Anger began taking over his eyes.

“I’m going to give you a choice – continue doing what you’ve been doing fueled by anger and greed or begin delivering for me. If you deliver for me, you won’t escape your past judgement will be in your future but you’ll be free. If you continue on your path, well, you know where that leads – you’ve arrested those that deliver contraband. How much long is the rehab? Ten? Fifteen years? I’ll give you a day to think it over.”

Dean’s vehicle pulled up to a stop sign and the man was gone.
Whatever trance Dean was under had begun to wear off when he became consumed by embarrassment and anger at himself and at whoever this guy is. He hit the accelerator once he realized there were other vehicles behind him, honking; he wasn’t aware how long he had been sitting at the stop sign – a second or minutes.

What Dean knew at this moment was that his snitch must have been talking to someone, who else knew about this? Why was he talking to someone? Money? Revenge? He had to find his snitch and get this problem fixed.