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.


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….

Friends With Shadows – Chapter 9 (Continued, I think this is the end of Chapter 9)

Writer’s Note: I keep thinking Chapter 9 is over, but then I keep going back and finding it needs more….so maybe this is the end of Chapter 9…or not. It’s all part of the process, folks. Kinda exciting, no? Anyway, happy Tuesday! Happy lunch time! Enjoy your nice cool beverage on this hot summer day and get your read on!

Some kind of explosion. Unintentional or directed, I don’t know. I wasn’t able to see anything or anyone that would be a perpetrator. Lying prone, I will my arms to go perpendicular to the floor. I look over to see an arm and a leg underneath splintered crates and pieces of cement. My throat struggles to make a sound for help while weak eyes try to stay open and focus.
I hear another voice coming from rubble, feminine, not calling for help, but is making the sound of someone not wanting to wake up to the alarm on a Monday morning. Cherie, emerges with a stumbling walk from the pile of building and crates that had covered her. Red droplets and smears move down her arm while splatters try to clot on her face. She helps me up as I embrace my torso trying to hold my body together. Some of the stitches have torn open – doctor told me not to do any physical activity. I can’t help but notice that she is an incredible amount of toughness in her, far more than I could ever hope to have. Has she done this before?

Once my senses are return, I hear her yelling at me to move while also yelling to find Big Rich. Dragging me along, I make the attempt to mimic her actions and call for Big Rich. Under the pile of crates, the hand and leg begin to move and we run over as quickly as we could. That’s when tiny clouds of dust begin jumping up from the floor around us. The shooters didn’t appear to be great shots, no better than a Stormtrooper, but still dangerous to be around. Cherie grabs hold of my elbow and pulls me in the direction of Big Rich. I cover my head and ears with my free arm and make a gazelle-like sprint with Cherie to the antique car.

A chaffeur that won’t earn a tip, Cherie opens the car door and pushes me head first into the backseat. Her voice matching the tension of the situation, “Stay there. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

Car door slams shut. Trunk pops open and closes, moving the car up and then down on the shocks. Too afraid to move. Too afraid to think. Cherie’s head goes by the passenger window with something in her hand, resting on her shoulder.

She’s gone. The silence lasts for only a moment.

Then, the gun shots start.

…TO BE CONTINUED?…Maybe Chapter 10 is next…?

Friends With Shadows – Chapter 9 (continued, yes, CONTINUED!)

Writer’s Note: You’ll have to forgive me, I’m watching the Golden State vs LeBron James game…I’m mildly distracted – Go Golden State Warriors!! But, anyway, it’s Monday!!! Yay! Putting the positive spin on Monday, that means we’re only a few days away from the WEEKEND!!!! So, to help pass the time between now and Friday, read a few chapters and enjoy the rest of the week!

As always, like, comment, and share. It helps my ego motivates me to write more. Read on, my friends.

“You’re already dead. You don’t have to work for Dean anymore. The hospital had filed the certificate of your death before you woke up. The opportunity for a new life, one free of the system you’ve been placed in, that had been predetermined,” his words resonated.

I am dead.

Big Rich told me that there is not a lot of time for my decisions. What waits for me? I’m already dead according the hospital. To the rest of the system, I’m just somebody that existed in a phone book somewhere.

I see the face of Big Rich and Cherie start to distort. Like they were punched by an Olympic boxer. Ripples flowing across what was a perfect human face, less than a moment ago. Coming towards us was some kind of bubble. A blue tinge outlined the bubble causing a disruption in visual reality – a lensing effect. Everything was slow. I realized what had happened though I hadn’t understood why. The bright white flash followed shortly after the blue distortion, then the heat. The bodies of Cherie and Big Rich soar across the warehouse, rag dolls.

That heat, singed hair, stitches straining under force of the blast, my body is being pulled apart trying to expose my organs again. My clothes smell like they were in the dryer for too long with the heat too high. Spontaneous combustion, nuclear radiation, cooked from the inside. What does it matter? I’m already dead.


Friends With Shadows – Chapter 9 (It’s Happening!)

Writer’s Note: This chapter, things are starting to pick up. I’m excited about how this chapter develops. I hope you enjoy! Read on, my friends! …and happy Friday! Booya!

Chapter 9
Cherie’s tall and refined stature had moved from the corner to whisper into the ear the large figure. He listened for a moment then held his hand up to her and motioned to to me, “I understand. We’re being rude to our guest and time is not a luxury of ours.”

I stood, knees locked. I felt free to leave but unwilling. The man with the large opal colored ring emerged from the shadows with his large hand extended, “You can call me Big Rich.”

“Big Rich. Hi. I’m – ” he interrupted. Big Rich told me he already knows who I am. My comparatively timid voice was drowned by his significantly larger voice. I have the feeling that his elementary school teachers would still get mad at him for using his “six-inch voice”.

As he steps closer to me, more into the light, his eyes become more clear a deep green color. Big Rich tells me it’s time and if I want to go with him, he will show what we can do to make this world better. I determine he must be speaking in platitudinal sincerity. Everyone wants to change something for the better even at the detriment of others. Good intentions.

“…of course, you’re free to leave. But, I do say this with deep pretension, if you come with me, it will be indeterminably difficult for you to leave. I trust that once you see your purpose, then you will want to stay.”

“Awfully confident, eh, Big Rich? What could you possibly show me that would give me a greater purpose and make me follow you?”

The thing about paradox shifts is that you usually don’t see them coming. You may get small indicators of impending change, reactions of forces interacting with your life. Ripples of these changes are noticed before the altered reality happens. Suddenly everything is going unexpectedly well in your life, or for no obvious reason problems have begun to resolve themselves giving you respite from the chaos of life. But, if you really pay close attention, these are simply precursors, ripples, to some change that has already begun to take place and will forever change your perspective or your life directly. Now, calm down, stop understanding change as something bad – change isn’t always bad, but it is change. Whatever change that is taking place is like, in physics, a wave-particle duality, and doesn’t and won’t exist until you observe it to exist. This is the human equivalent of closing your eyes, plugging your ears, and yelling childrens songs until you run out of breath or crack your eyes open to see if the boogey man is still there. Once your mind is opened to this paradox shift, you have no choice but to accept it as reality. All that you can choose to do is react or walk away knowing it will continue with or without you, but now you have the burden of knowledge.


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