Chapter 35

I went home and worried. I had no way to tell who knew what, so all I could do was act like everything was normal. If I were a Los Vegas Odds maker, I would make it about 3 to 1 in my favor. I wasn't trying to be optimistic there were just so many thing that had to go wrong to get me busted.

I had the Boyle brother's phone number and I could call, but I swore I would never contact them again. So I would have to wait till tomorrow at work, when I could pin those in the raid down. My chance of being in the jackpot were directly tied to who they pick up in the raid.

So I walked through the lounge looking for Monk. I was beginning to worry he had been missing for over a week. I hadn't seen mine gone that long before. So I decided to take a look in his shop. It beat sitting at home worrying myself sick.

The Toyota warmed up about the same time I reached his shop. Since the repair shop was just a cover for the real business I didn't expect too much. I wasn't disappointed either. A glance through the door showed a nice neat shop area. Monk was a lot neater than I was, I had to admit. His place looked empty. That fancy Harley Chopper was gone too.

It wasn't my jurisdiction so there was nothing for me to do, but I was concerned. If weren't so late I would call the neighboring county's Sheriffs office and report Monk missing. What the hell I drove home, it was too cold to stand around giving a report to the Sheriffs deputy who wouldn't give a crap anyway. I drove back to the motel in a huff.

I hadn't slept much the night before so I tried to get some sleep early. I faired better that night, than the one before. Probably exhaustion is the cure for worry. I fell sound asleep, when I hit the bed. Being tired didn't stop the worry from coming back with the buzz of the alarm clock. I dressed with the damned party on my mind and I ran around the down town of Country Seat with it worrying the hall out of me. I ran by the Cafe on the Square and waved at the waitress. It was a day I really did not want to talk to any of the regulars.

I dressed in a clean uniform and made sure everything was right for what might be my last day. Then I went down to the station. Next I began to worry that asking question might alert someone to check me out. I decided to wait for Simpson to tell me what happened. I figured he would since we shared an interest in the case. If he didn't share, then maybe I had something to worry about.

I came in to check turn in a report I took for the principal of northern consolidated school. It was another spray pain incident. Most people complained that we weren't doing enough. The principal seemed to want up to do less. It was a little strange, but who was I to tell him his job. I didn't have time to do a stake out to catch someone spray painting a school.

So as I walked down the hall I looked in and say Simpson. I walked into the detectives office. I could stand not know any longer. I had to ask even if it blew my cover." "So Simpson, what happened at the party?" I asked simply.

"Sorry Sylvia I've been told not to talk about it," he said.

"Then told you not to talk to me about it why?" I asked.

"This is not about you. It's about the party last night that's all I'm saying," he said. "Probably said too much already."

Me too, I thought but I said nothing. "Well I got to go back out and keep the county safe for perverts. Later Detective," I said as I walk out the door.

When I got back in the car, I began to wonder what that had been all about. I would bet my ass the Boyle brothers were there last night. They might have been holding some pot or that drink they sold. That would have been the only thing illegal, the swinging wasn't illegal. So if he brought them in why was he not talking about the party. His back up had to be the evening deputies. I could ask them when I saw them after shift.

Of all things I ran down a purse snatcher. It was a teenager who grabbed a womans purse while I was driving by. I saw him take the purse and run for the parking lot. I followed behind with the light on. I even hit the siren a couple of chirps. He kept on running. I was right on his ass when he took to the city park. I left the car on the street and started a foot pursuit. It wasn't pretty at all but I caught him by running up behind him and pushing him on the back. He lost his balance and went down face first. On the gravel of the park trail. That had to hurt, I thought.

"You okay," I asked when I had him cuffed. "Do I need to call you an ambulance."

"I be just fine bitch," he said.

"Good that you like pain call me that again and you will feel more pain than you knew existed." I said with a smile.

"You gonna hit a brotha in cuffs," he said.

"I'm gonna Tazer a brotha in cuff who called me a bitch. If he does it again," I said quietly and of course I smiled at him.

I walked him back to my car just as Butch pulled up. "Got another small fish to fry?" He asked.