Sheriff Porter 12
“Now that you are a big boss how you liking it,” I asked her when she came on the line.
“I don’t. Especially when one of my agents fucks up as bad as Morris. There is something personal going on with her. She can hate you as much as she pleases Sylvia. What she can not do is try to bully you. I would never allow that with anyone, especially with someone who cannot be bullied. If she wants to play whose is bigger, there is no place for her in the SBI administration. She can be a Field Investigator, not a Case Manager. Now that said, I never said that. Your DA presented an alternative to getting a court order to release a suspect, which would just about guarantee he gets burned. Our man gets even more street credit, when he jumps bail and you get the star for bringing him in.”
“I know you are trying to put oil on the water. I get it Agent Mission, but that’s not why I called. I wanted to call to see if you will make a raid for me, if I give you some really good information in another county. It is a big time meth operation. I don’t exactly know the details right now, but it is supposed to be a biggie. We got it from a dealer, not some junkie. It’s gonna be out of my jurisdiction,” I said.
“You give it to me and I promise you Morris won’t go near it. If you want, I’ll credit you with the information,” she promised.
“Oh no, call it an anonymous tip,” I said. “But if you fuck it up, I will burn you.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way. You gonna call back when your man gives you the details?” she asked.
“You bet,” I said. I planned to give her the information and then hold her personally responsible for the time lag and any leaks. She should know that, I thought. It took more than two hours for the DA to set the deal and Snoz to give it up.
“Super agent Mission,” I said when she answered. “I have a street dealer who cut a deal with our DA to give up a Meth distribution point. Now what else is there he doesn’t know, but they were active last week and didn’t look like they planned to move it. He was personally there and picked up his supplies there. He would ordinarily not be that far up the loop but there was a glitch in the cutout he normally used. It a free standing building that was a restaurant before the economic downturn.”
Then I gave her the address and hung up. Just two old friends sharing information. Now she owed me personally, I figured.
The bust made the national news. Mostly because they supplied the whole southeast with meth. They had drug couriers coming and going 24/7. Why nobody reported the activity from a closed restaurant was questionable, but the SBI was Johnny on the spot to make the bust. Some because it was a feather in their cap, and some because I knew about it, so they had to do something.
Funny thing though the operation was self contained. When they hit the warehouse the owner was already on the run. At least that’s how it looked to me. He was most likely retired back to his home in South America. Nobody had to die, because they only knew the owner of the franchise, and he was in the wind. So everybody rolled on him and nobody really cared that they did.
I expected word to get out concerning who gave them up, but nobody would really care. The dope they lost was just a cost of doing business. The employees belonged to the franchisee, so they would be replaced. Well when the new franchise holder blew into town anyway. I knew how it worked. I wasn’t a virgin. I had once been in the drug business as a courier.
The truth is we just did it for the publicity. It helped us get more money for new cars and more toys. How the public saw us was really important to keep the money flowing.
I went home after we made our public statement. It was about the bust of the man who sold Rosie the drugs and how he had furnished the name of a major drug operation covering the whole area.
“So what you gonna do now that it’s all over,” Eddie asked.
“I’m going home and sleep for a month,” I said.
“Well there is one more thing you might want to take care of before you shut down for the next couple of days,” he said handing me a small DVD box.
“Anything good on it,” I asked.
“More of the same old shit. Porn from an anonymous source that could be anybody. Now if I sent it to the SBI computer service, they might could clean it up. I’m giving it to you because I didn’t want to waste the money on it,” Eddie said.
“Tell you what Eddie, you keep it. If you ever want to have it enhanced, I’ll approve it,” I said.
“I bet this would make a great target on the range, but I think I’ll do this instead,” he said breaking it in half, well almost in half. I knew that I could not go see that club owner and Kara because of my position. I sincerely doubted the Brit had those same concerns.
“Brit, I need some advice,” I said.
“Oh really, what kind of advice?” he asked.
“Well I did something stupid just before I ran for Sheriff the second time. I made five minutes of porn. It is really rough. If it hits the net nobody can tell who it is. The quality is that bad. But I wouldn’t want someone with a good computer to get hold of it,” I explained. “No telling what they could do with it.”
“And who has control of this masterpiece now?” he asked.
“Remember the manager of the strip club in Abbottsville? He and Kara have it. Who else has a copy I’m not sure. It would really look bad, if I tried to get it back now,” I said.
“Do I need to take my water board along?” he asked. He was smiling but there was no humor in it.
“Probably won’t be needed, but it might not hurt to let him know how far you will go,” I said smiling.
“Fair enough,” I said.
“He probably won’t call a cop,” I said. Just in case explain you aren’t my only friend and you also have friends,” I said.
“I’m glad you asked me instead of Liam,” he said.
“Me too,” I said and kissed him. He didn’t let it get passionate. I surely would have.
I knew I could forget about the DVD unless I heard something from The Brit. So I went home and slept for a whole day. They had my number at the office but nothing happened in Warren County. As a matter of fact nothing happened for several days.
The Brit never mentioned the DVD and I didn’t either. I just figured the word went out and there was nothing left to say. Of course I had no idea what I would do, if I got a warrant to serve on them. It would not be a good thing for sure. However if worse came to worse, I would get Liam to do a little witness tampering.
Fortunately nothing ever came of it. I didn’t even get a call from Miami about it. What I did get was a call from the Weather Man, as I began to think of him. “Sunshine and 80 degrees at 11 AM. It is going to be hot here today.”
“Well there is a bit of a chill in the air here,” I said.
“I just wanted to call to tell you that you have made your press. Now would be a good time to play nice,” he said.
“I never played well with others. But sometimes others played well with me,” I said.
“I’ll bet. Well you told me that if I stayed out of your backyard you wouldn’t sick the dogs on me.” He sounded a little miffed.
“You know why guys like you come to this country?” I asked.
“The money of course,” he said.
“That and the law. If there were gang wars like there are where you are from, everybody loses. It’s the rule of law that says men with AK-47s don’t put up road blocks and demand tolls. The point is if that the law protects you. It also protects kids at a high school basketball game,” I said. “So if you sell product in my county, I’m going to do what I can to enforce that law and I’m going to follow the trail wherever it goes, even to the ends of the earth. If you don’t want me on your ass, don’t sell product to people who sell it in my backyard,” I said.
“That is impractical,” he replied.
“Then you do what you have to do,” I said. “Because you can bet your ass, I am going to do what I have to. If you think you can blackmail me with crappy videos don’t even waste your time. I’ll cop to it and tell the asshole politicians to have a recall election, if that is what they want.”
“Never entered my mind,” he said and he sounded like he meant it.
“Up to you,” I replied.
Time really became my enemy over the next few weeks. For one thing I hate being bored. I rode along with officers and did the hand shaking necessary to keep our funding. Osborn was becoming a hell of a detective in training. She had all the desire, but she lacked experience. So we kept her busy being a cop when she wasn’t needed to carry Simpson’s clipboard.
None of what I did prepared me for what happened in June. In June there was no school so the kids were on the streets of the small towns. The excitement was kids breaking windows in shut down factories. Sometimes they went into the factories and looked around. A couple of guys who were older than teenagers went in to steal machinery and then sold it for scrap.
Like I said it was June and hot as hell for the mountain community. I spent a lot of time with the fatigue knock off top on the coat tree. I sat around my office in the pants and a tee without a bra. Not the best look for a real grownup, but I didn’t really care all that much. The top was close at hand if I needed to be an adult.
When the call came in that a body had been found in the deserted broom factory, I figured it was time to be an adult. Even though I was soaked with sweat in two minutes I put on the lightweight fatigue top. At least it was short sleeve, I thought during the drive out to the plant which stood on the same road as the dog food plant. The dog food plant managed to stay in business because people still loved their pets, but not housework so much it seemed. There were two sheriff cruisers at the plant as well as the detective car. I wasn’t surprised since Eddie was in the detective car, Osborn would be in one of the cruisers, and the deputy who worked patrol would be on scene as well.
Wilson our resident Geek pulled up behind me. Dead bodies sure did seem to attract a lot of the living, I thought.
“Well Wilson, let’s go in and see who did what to who. I sure hope it doesn’t turn into a whodunit,” I said.
“Bullshit, you have been complaining about being bored, here is your chance to prove you are smarter than Simpson. It doesn’t seem quite fair showing him up for an ass all the time,” Wilson said.
“Shush, he doesn’t know it,” I said.
“I know that is the real shame of it,” Wilson the geek said.
Edited by Walt