An Unsettled Calm
Copyright© 2007 by msboy8
Chapter 19
The next morning Sarah and I were due to start our watch of Marks' hide-out. Unfortunately from what I remembered, the road did not go right past the house it had a long dirt driveway that was reached by a secluded country road. There was just no way to watch from a car without being fingered.
Sarah and I hopped into my tin can to get the low down on the area around Marks' joint. We couldn't get too close, but Sarah thought it was aces that there was a bunch of trees. I did not see why she was so happy and I asked her about it. "Don't you see, we can sneak through the woods and spy on him from there." Now I'm an apple gee. I know from nothing about country life. I know how to stretch a cup of coffee in an all night hash house, but I have no clue as to which side of a tree moss grows on.
We came ready to watch Marks' joint for a couple of days, so I drove the car as close to the back of the woods as I could and looked for a place to hide it. Once I covered the tin can with bushes I had pulled out of the ground. Sarah told me they would last for two days until they turned brown. I told her that I thought they would turn brown in the fall. She just shook her head and started walking into the woods.
Sarah had us both positioned at the edge of the woods to watch Marks' house. I was very bored and thought that I was done with bugs when I had given up life as a tramp. Sarah and I were taking turns watching every four hours, or so. I thought that I would let her sleep as much as I could. Once again I was wrong, she always took her watch when it was time. I guess chivalry had been rubbed out.
The first night and the next day we saw squat. The next night; however, we found a Chinese angle. I almost blew my wig when I saw who was visiting Mr. Marks. It was the deputy Chief of Coppers, an aide to his Honor the Mayor and the assistant District Attorney. Sarah was snapping pics of all the grease balls being met, in person, by Marks. Those pics were gonna torpedo more than one political career.
We watched all night. Those plugs left after an hour, and no one else arrived. The hoods did make several trips during the day, but Marks stayed in the house. I was getting very tired of this 'stake-out' in the woods. Just past 6 PM the Airstream and the hoods were back. Everybody, and I do mean everybody, poured out of the joint. There were Marks, Laurel, and even that old broad that had socked me with the fry pan. Marks and the old broad looked happy, but Laurel just looked lit. She was very disheveled and frumpy looking. She had obviously hitched her wagon to a wrong-gee when she chose Marks.
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