Undercover Rose
Chapter 95

Copyright© 2013 by carniegirl

"Yes, I have no choice. Our shipment will be smaller than usual. It might go unnoticed, but it might not. Since that business with Hannah is hot on their minds, if they suspect me of running dope out the back door, there will be hell to pay. Hell in the form of some cop or government inspector here every other day. So dear God please let's do this by the book.

Make sure that all the firearms we own are moved to one of the truck cabs and covered with a blanket. Then lock the doors. I'm also going to call Rita just in case. Get cracking because the time stamp on this tape is going to tell them how long we stalled. The camera is going to show us running all over hell. I didn't think of that, when I bought into this system. That camera is going to catch you putting the guns in the truck," I explained.

"Not really," he said taking off at a dead run.

I just have to trust him, I thought. I called the cops before I called Rita. "Hey Slut, I have a problem," I said.

"So what is it this time whore? Did your psycho Merc kill a waitress?" she asked.

"No, someone broke in while we were out and stole some of my plants. Since the Hannah thing, I'm afraid these lazy ass cops will try to drop it on her," I said.

"Record everything and call me if it goes south for either of you," Rita said. "And thanks for the heads up."

"Thanks for being around when we need you," I said feeling strange being nice to her.

"You might be a whore but you are a stand up whore," she said. "Now hang up before I get all misty."

The patrol car rolled up while Steve and I stood in the parking lot. It took ten minutes before the patrol officer fully understood what happened. When he did, he called in the detective on call.

It took the detective on duty twenty eight minutes to roll into the parking lot. By then we had the original officer, and his sergeant in the lot. I sent Steve to make sure the pot didn't keep walking out the back door.

"The woman who got out of the police car wasn't classically attractive. Unlike TV, most female cops were not beautiful. They became cops because they weren't super model material. She managed to keep her weight within the thirty pounds of perfect the cops required. Her broad butt betrayed that it was a fight.

"So you are the infamous Iris Martin/Rose Seabold, entrepreneur and shady lady," the Detective said.

"Well you know who I am, who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Detective First Grade Ellen Ames and I don't give a fuck how connected you are," she said.

"How long have you been planning that little speech?" I asked.

"All the way over. Actually ever since the Captain called to tell me how connected you are," she said.

"You are right not to care," I agreed. "That protection is all in the paper pusher's mind. Nobody protects me but me."

"Good, so tell me what happened," she demanded.

I told her everything except for the guns hidden under the blanket in my truck. "Can we search the farm for evidence," she asked.

"I'll tell you what. These guys didn't even try to destroy the CCTV, so you can search anywhere they went. If you want to go farther you are going to need a warrant. Of yeah, I am recording this conversation for my lawyer," I said.

"So much for cooperation," she said. "You will call if you find Semen soaked panties in your dresser drawer?"

"Sure, you will be the first to know, if I don't recognize the smell or taste of it," I said. I was being just as nasty as the detective had been.

"Who is the soldier?" she asked changing the subject.

"He is replacing Hannah," I said.

"And Hannah was the teenager who skimmed pot from you?" Detective Ames asked.

"I see someone briefed you. Yes she was, but it wasn't anything like this," I explained.

"No but she could have told someone else how to beat the alarms," Ames said.

"She could have since all they did was somehow avoid the pressure sensors in the road. Steve and I think they used our electric tractor to haul one bundle of plants to the gate and then hand them around it," I said.

"You base this on what," Ames asked.

"The CCTV footage," I replied. "Would you mind getting on with doing what you have to do. We would like to get some sleep so that we can get back to work tomorrow."

"Well let's see that CCTV footage," Ames said.

I ran it for her and then turned it off when I got to the long blank space until we arrived. I stopped it but Ames demanded I show her the rest of it. There was the spot where we walked around with shotgun and kicked things. Then there was a glare for just a few minutes before the cop car showed up.

The crime scene van showed up to process the shed for fingerprints, DNA and lots of crime scene photography. When they left Ames said, "I called the district commander. He said you two could pretend nothing happened and go back to work. We are going to have a talk with Hannah," she said. "Odds are we can solve this before end of shift."

"I sure hope so," I said. "I am going to need a copy of your report to use for the USDA report of crop loss. I have to explain anything out of the ordinary."

After they all left I told Steve to get some sleep. "Tomorrow is just another day in paradise," I suggested.

"No problem. I am dead tired and want to be ready for anything that comes tomorrow," he replied.

"Steve we are going to breakfast, then we are going to finish pulling the plants. After all that, if we have any time we are going to groom the plants and package the leaves. We are going to sort the leaves into one bin, the seeds in another, and finally the stems and stalks into a third bin. It is unlikely we can finish all that in one day so we will have to complete it then get everything packaged and ready to sell later," I explained.

"I've been thinking Rose, what you really need here is a junkyard dog," Steve said.

"Or a hundred junkyard Chihuahuas," I said with a laugh.

"Well if we were always here the Chihuahuas would work. I don't think they would scare anybody off though," Steve said.

"Okay we will run it around at breakfast," I suggested. "For now let's get to sleep."

I hadn't seen much of Dark Daddy since I bought the farm, but I didn't mind. I had lots of casual friends on the adult sites. Of course none of them knew who I really was. I also didn't know who they were. Sometimes someone let something slip. Like the hard core bad guy who turned out to be a tax preparer. Or the bad ass thug who I found out was a dentist. After those two revelations I gave up judging them by anything other than who I wanted them to be.

I began to talk to a fellow name Joshua. He claimed to be an immigrant Israeli. I guess that he might be Venezuelan instead, but I didn't pursue it. I chatted with him that night until I had a gently orgasm, then went to bed.

Five AM came early the next day. I really wanted to move past the missing pot so I didn't bring it up. I managed to get as far as the Dairy Queen and even to the table where Bart waited before it entered the conversation.

"So, do you know who got the pot?" Bart asked.

"My bet is one of Hannah's so called friends. Some one pumped her for information and I mean that literally," I said.

"Yeah sex can make you talk in your sleep," Bart said. "So what are we going to do?"

"We are going to leave it up to the cops," I said.

"Sure you are," Bart said.

"I am serious. If we go running around like some avenging angel, someone is going to wind up calling the cops on us. I need to keep a low profile," I explained. "Steve and I are thinking a little more low tech security system."

"Oh yeah what is that?" Bart asked Steve.

"Junkyard dog," he said.

"I like it," Bart replied.

"More just noise and a bit of protection," I suggested. "We are not going to have some killer dog running around there. We just want something noisy."

"Don't worry we will find just the right dog," Steve said.

"First things first, we need to finish the harvest," I suggested.

"First we have to fuel up, then we can begin our day," Steve said.

"That's my thinking too," Bart agreed.

"Let's get started then," I said as I finished my coffee. Then I stood and left the two of them sitting there.

"Sorry Bart old man, I need to go look after Rose," Steve said standing to leave. He didn't even hear what Bart's answer was.

While Steve pulled the plants I loaded and tied them into bundles. I then used the electric tow motor to drive the bundles to the shed. Once I had them in the shed, I unloaded the trailer then returned for more.

"You hungry?" I asked Steve.

"Not at all, I want to get this house empty before we stop to eat," Steve said as if it were his plan we would follow. Since it was what I wanted as well, we worked on till the house was empty.

"Okay it's 4 PM and the house is empty. Let's get the last of it unloaded then go eat. I think it needs to be something good for everyone," I said.

"It's just me and you right?" he asked.

"Let's invite Hannah, we need to chat," I suggested.

"Suits me, how about we go for pizza in that case?" Steve asked. It was the first time he had stated a preference.

"Sure pizza is fine," I suggested. "Any place in particular? There are a couple in Williamston."

"Any of the places in Williamston have a buffet?" he asked.

"Pizza Village," I said. "So let me call Hannah."

"Hey Iris, they got me waiting to talk to a detective about your missing weed. I promise I had nothing to do with it," she said in a rush.

"I know honey, I called to invite you out for pizza. Is the detective available," I asked.

"Ames," the very cold voice came over the phone."

"So Ames, you going to water board her or starve her?" I asked.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ames asked.

"I called to invite her for pizza at the Village. You want to spring her or come with her?" I asked.

"I've got some questions for you. If you are buying, it might be a good time to ask you," she said.

"I'm buying, if you wait till after the pizza to ask your questions, then you are invited," I said.

Thirty minutes later found me pulling the truck into the parking lot of the Pizza Village. It must have begun life as some kind of seafood restaurant. It was nothing I could put my finger on. It just had a coastal feel about its design.

 
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