The Last Police Chief
Chapter 16

Copyright© 2018 by MysteryWriter

“We have so many loose ends,” Tonya said over dinner. “What are we going to do first tomorrow?”

“Hike a couple of miles, then run down anyone with a story to tell us,” I said. “I have the geek looking for any links we can follow.”

“I can’t get over how easy this whole thing has been.” Tonya said.

“It was just a pimple ready to pop,” I explained. “Put a little pressure on it from different directions and it will empty itself.”

“What a gross image,” she said.

“Yeah that’s me, no polite dinner conversation from me,” I suggested laughing.

“Why don’t you take the night off and take me out for a drink,” Tonya asked.

“Actually I wanted to make some plans for tomorrow. You really shouldn’t be going out alone. Not even down to the hotel beer and wine bar in the parking lot. If you need a drink bad enough, we can stop and buy a bottle of wine in a grocery store,” I suggested.

“All right,” she said. “But something from a good grocery store,” she demanded.

“My how the mighty have fallen. Grocery store wine how gauche,” I suggested with a laugh. She parked near the door and we got out of the car.

“Give me your wallet,” a large black man with a pistol demanded,

With my left hand I fumbled for the wallet, which had twenty odd dollars in it. It had no credit cards or Id of any kind. While his attention was on me going for the wallet in my pants, my right hand moved nearer my fishing vest. I dropped the wallet on the ground, and he dropped his eyes to the ground. His pistol moved away as he reached down. It was then that I zapped him with a fifty dollar stun gun. It was one of the better zappers. I kicked his pistol away.

“Pick up that gun,” I said to Tonya as I opened the folding baton, which had also been hiding in what I called my Captain Kangaroo vest.

The thug was coming around. “I ought to kill you,” I said to him quietly, “but I’m curious. What was your message for me?”

He looked up at me and even at Tonya holding his gun and said, “Go home cracker,” he said.

“Just those quiet words,” I suggested.

“Rough you up a little maybe,” he said.

“You mean like this,” I said striking a quick blow to his face. I was pretty sure there was the sounds of bones crunching. To make sure he remember me, I hit him one more time to his right clavicle. In other words he was going to be in some pain for a while.

The worst thing was I had an audience for the whole thing. While he sat on the ground leaning on the car parked a space away, I broke his gun apart, wiped the pieces with one of Tonya Sanitary wipes then threw the pieces in different directions.

“Now get up and get out of here,” I said. That is exactly what he did. A car with two other black men pulled up and loaded him. They hadn’t bother to try to rescue him. They had obviously sent someone who was expendable to take care of what they perceived was their light work.

We skipped the wine, got immediately into the suburban to drive away home, well at least to the motel. I could see the wheels moving in her head when we got to the rooms and turned on the TV. With every minute of the local new she was getting more into it.

“Tear yourself away from the TV and get us a lawyer. Remember say nothing until the lawyer arrives. I mean absolutely nothing. The cops will have this video, which is enough to arrest me at least, so do not let them bully you. You have nothing to worry about.” I did hope that what I said was true. I got to see the parking lot surveillance tape on TV before the blue lights flashed in the motel parking lot.

Thank god it was the Richmond City Police who came for us, not the sheriff. When they knocked on the door, I pulled it completely open and showed them my hands. “What took you so long?” I asked. I had the digital recorder in my vest pocket and it was running. As I expected they took the vest and all my toys. The stun gun was brand new, and now it looked as though it was lost. I knew for sure that I would buy the same brand next time. It had worked brilliantly.

“You do know that the tape they have on TV shows it was a robbery gone wrong?” Tonya stated. She didn’t react to the look that I gave her. The strange thing was that all I heard was absolute silence at the store, but on TV there were cheers as we drove away.

I could see this turning into a political shit storm. Of course there was the required black woman saying, “The white thug hit him with that pipe while he was helpless on the ground. He wouldn’t have done that, if the man had been white.” She saw the world in black and white, so it was to be expected.

We rode down to the police station where they allowed Tonya to call her attorney in North Carolina. He told her to keep her mouth shut until he could get to us. That meant a night in a holding cell. Well it should have, but somebody on our side had some pull. The cops released us after a few minutes of me saying that I wanted to see my attorney. Tonya obviously listened to the law dog more than me. I went back to the motel in an Uber that Tonya called for us both.

We were in the car when she said, “We need to talk,”

“When we are back in the motel,” I said. She had the driver stop along the way at a liquor store. She bought a fifty of Vodka, a brand I had never heard of, naturally. She stopped in the lobby to buy three cans of sprite. While she did that I filled a large Styrofoam cup with day old coffee.

 
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