Chapter 215: Rookie in Need

I took her copies of the official police reports. I planned to do my own background check on the two officers with Jamie on the raid. Okay I called Lucus to ask for the favor.

"Lucas, a young female cop in Tryon needs a favor," I said it when I had him on the phone.

"Oh really?" he asked.

"Yes really. I went on to explain the circumstances of Jamie's predicament. I gave him all the details I then put him to work on the hacking of the two officers finances. I expected it to take somewhere around a day to crack the codes.

While I waited for it, I had to go back to some kind of normal life. I wanted to keep my involvement in the affair quiet, if possible. I didn't need any cops pissed at me. I figured that I would try to pull the strings from behind the scenes.

"Hey slut," Jen said. "Did you know your show is on tonight?"

"I knew it was running this season, but not what night and time," I said

"Well it's on tonight do you want to come over to watch?" Jen asked.

"No thanks hon, I think I'm going to go somewhere for a drink," I suggested.

"You will be sorry, this is the third week so they are working on the first real homicide you broke." Jennifer announced.

"Jen the problem is there were a dozen cops who rushed in to save my ass," I explained.

"And I'm sure Mike will tell it that way," she said.

"He is interested in TV not the truth. I would like to believe that what I did was enough to entertain people, but I know that it isn't. It needs everyone's effort. But still it was his show.

I found Mike's phone number in New York. I called him during the show. "Mike what the hell are you doing cowboy?" I asked.

"Watching the show, are you watching it as well?" he asked.

"You know I am. I just have one question. Who is that woman and what is she doing in my body?" I asked.

"Don't worry we can pull it off. We can fool them all, I have faith in us," he said still laughing. "This is the just the third episode and it's already a hit. Give it a few more weeks and it will be the number one show on TV."

"Well, I'm going to give you all the rope you need to hang yourself." I said.

"Well we shall see, so what are you up to tonight?" he asked me.

"Me, I'm hanging out here alone. Jennifer told me to watch the show tonight, so I caught my first one. I was in transit when the first two aired. This one looks pretty awful." I broke into a laugh to show him that I wasn't upset.

"So what did you think?" he asked,

"I look a little like a super hero, but not too bad." I said.

"Bullshit I can document that you did all that stuff. I have witnesses," he replied.

"Winos who will say anything for a drink," I suggested.

"I am truly hurt," Mike said, Then he laughed erasing all his hard work at trying to appear serious. Is it really that hard to watch the truth. Remember we only have the stuff from the last year or so. All those things done before we started to film are lost forever," he informed me.

"Good riddance, I said.

"No matter what either of us think, it is out there now and is going to be whatever it becomes. there is nothing we can do to change it now." he said.

When Mike rang off, I decided to see if I had any friends left at the Cop Out Club. I lived close enough to walk to it, so I did. It was after 10 pm, so the place had about half a crowd. Even with the crowd I hardly recognized anyone. I knew them all to speak to, but none well enough to ask a favor.

Finally one of the old patrol Sergeants came into the bar. I had worked on a few things with him, so he knew who I was at least. He was a bantam rooster type. He was all of five and a half feet tall and his weight might be 150 pounds. The story was that he had always been fast with a night stick and now he was fast with a tazer or pepper spray. I suppose if you were his size you couldn't afford to get behind, and more than I could.

"Hey Sergeant Wilson how you doing," I asked.

"I'm doing just fine but Max I know when you start a conversation it's to ask a favor, so what is it I can do for you?" he asked.

"I've got some notes from a drug raid and I need someone familiar with procedure to take a look. Read them and let me know who I should look at." I said.

"Was it here?" he asked.

"No Tryon, Just trying to get a thread started, so that I can unravel the mess." I said.

"Why you interested?" he asked.

"Well they are about to hang out a rookie who swears she is innocent. If she is, then the other two with her probably aren't." I said.

"That would sound reasonable, if the money was really there in the first place. Dope dealers are pretty damn slimy Max." he said.

"They are the absolute worst," I agreed. "If you would just read over the notes to see if anything jumps out at you, I would appreciate it."

"Oh all right bring the notes to my house tomorrow about four. I will arrange what you need." He said. I had no idea what he meant, but I made a note to do it.

The next morning I checked with Lucas. He had heard nothing about the incident which told me the cops were playing it low key. Cops don't like to broadcast their family squabbles. A pile of missing cash is more than a family squabble though. I would have thought so at least but maybe not in their opinion.