Sheriff Porter 71 (edited)

Tales from the ‘Blue Note’

Sheriff Porter 71

I got the deal with the wrecker set up.  I also had it handled so that I would be notified, if EZ missed a payment on the lease.  It was everything I had promised him and nothing more.  It still needed to be purchased, but I had managed a pro to go out to inspect it.

While that deal was stewing, I went to work on the land for my airstrip.  I really didn’t have much of a desire to negotiate.  My main interest was that it be close and suitable for the take off and landing of ultralight aircraft.  I mostly wanted information at that moment.

Since it was almost three, I had to leave the wrecker and the airstrip till another day.  I drove the candy cane red pickup to the headquarters of the Jefferson Island Security Force.  I saw two men come out, then get into the patrol car which pulled in front of the office.  Two men got out at the same time.  That was not good for me.

Lamont had to be the black officer.  I know it was stereotyping, but there is a reason a stereotype is a stereotype.  I didn’t have to be politically correct.  I just had to figure a way to separate the two of them.  It would have to be just to make contact.  The real pitch would have to wait.

“Wilson, he is riding with a partner.  I need to wait till these two are separated.  If I follow along behind, they will make me for sure.  Sooner or later they are going to stop for dinner or to check a building and I can get him alone.

“Do you have that scanner,” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Get it and do just what I say,” he demanded.

“Okay, I have it,” I said.  I made it clear I didn’t approve of his attitude with the sigh.

“Are you where you can see the screen well?” he asked.

“Yes what do you want me to do?” I asked shortly.

“Hold on I have the directions.  Push the button marked menu,” he said.

I did it then said, “Okay.”  I followed his steps till I got a note on screen that read push F1 to acquire.  “It says just what you said it would, now what?”

“Now you pull up behind them and push F1.  Then you transmit the code to me,” Wilson said.

Fortunately it was a small island and they were easy to find.  They stayed on the main drag.  Five minutes later I said, “It’s on the way Wilson.”

“Good now find a spot in the center of the island and wait,” he suggested.

“They just turned the engine off at the Pier,” Wilson said.

“Now how did you do that?” I asked.

GPS against a map of the island with coordinates.  Really, the things you can do with computers these days, if you have no shame,” he suggested.

“And of course you have no shame,” I said.  “I’m on the move.”

“None whatsoever.  Be careful they may just be looking around,” he suggested.

I found them leaning against the rail drinking coffee.  I slipped a note to Lamont.  “Call me honey.  I just love a man in uniform.”  I said that as I walked away.

The note gave my phone number and the promise that he wouldn’t be sorry.  I planned to make it worth his while to tell me the truth about the incident from the year before.

“Wilson tell me something.  Why didn’t you come up with his partner’s name from that report.”

“Because there was no partner mentioned.  I don’t know how they write the reports here, but it gave only Lamont’s name,” Wilson said.

“Right I’m going to have to talk to him to find out what’s going on,” I said.  I had to keep reminding myself to have patience.  I had to give him time to answer the note.

“So what you want lady,” the black man asked on the phone.  “I know who you are.”

“I should hope so.  I didn’t try to hide it.  I drove my own car for god’s sake.  I knew you followed me off the pier and wrote the plate down.”  That was total bullshit, but I figured it was the only way he could know who I was.”

“So Sheriff Porter what you want so far from home?” he asked.

“I want ten minutes of your time.  I will buy you a cup of coffee when your shift is over,” I suggested.

“Make it a beer and you got a deal,” he said.  “Somewhere nice and loud so recordings and bugs are useless.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said.  “Name it.”

“The ‘Blue Note’ after shift.  I should be there by 11:30, he said.

“I’ll wait in the parking lot for you.  Just in case you have to work over,” I said.

“Nothing ever happens here, but sure wait in the parking lot.  So you know where it is?” he asked.

“No, but I expect I can find it,” I suggested.

“It’s out on the waterway about two miles from town.  The road leading up there is called Williams Dairy Road.  You find Williams Dairy Rd and you can miss it,” he said.

There was a cool wind blowing.  I almost decided to wear my .22mag revolver.  In the end I decided to just trust the derringer.  It was a hard decision to make because I had no idea what kind of place this ‘Blue Note’ was.  I could be walking into some kind of trap, since he knew who I was.  I made damn sure Wilson knew where I was headed and who I was going to be with.  Then I just had to trust my luck.

He knew the type truck I drove, so he found me in the parking lot right on time.  He slid into the front seat beside me.  Like any old cop knew, the bulb had been removed from my interior light.  There was just enough light for me to recognize him.  He still looked different without the uniform but recognizable.

“You wearing a wire?” he asked.

“No are you?” I asked.

“You wearing a bra?” he asked.

“I’m wearing a bikini top,” I said quietly.

“Take off the tee shirt and the bikini top.  You can but the tee shirt back on,” he said quietly.  I didn’t think he had a gun on me, but it didn’t matter I had no problem doing as he asked.

I took off the offending garment quickly so I could get back into the tee shirt before anyone noticed.

“You wearing panties?” he asked

“The bottoms to the bikini but no one is going to know,” I said.

“You and me we gonna know.  Take them off,” he demanded.

Again it was no big deal to me.  I had done a lot more for a lot worse reason.  I took off the bikini bottom then asked, “Satisfied?”

“More than you know lets go inside,” he said.

From the people coming and going I thought it was an all black night club and it looked like it inside as well.  There might have been a few white women, but they could also have been light skinned black women.  “You like?” he asked.

“Well the music is loud like you promised,” I replied.

“Now you want to dance with anyone who asks you understand,” he said.  I had been in the situation before, so I wasn’t shocked or especially concerned.

“Of course, if that is what you want,” I replied.

He had friends come by and greet him with some elaborate handshake type gestures.  It was obviously a local greeting since I had never seen it before.  They talked to him as if I weren’t present.

“Your ho is skinny as a stick Lamont,” the first one said. “I bet she loves suckin’ black dick.  She the kind that can’t get enough if you get her started?  Men don’t pay her a lot of attention she will do anything for your approval.  Won’t you whore?”

“Yes,” I said sounding very submissive.  How much of it was an act I really couldn’t say.

“Show us,” Lamont said.  “Kiss Alvin’s cock.”  He wasn’t smiling.  He was very serious.

I knew what I had to do.  I dropped to my knees and kissed the head of his dick.  I resisted when he tried to slip it into my mouth.  “You said kiss it,” I said to Lamont, “and I did.”

“Alvin some other time,” he said.  “So you willing to do anything to talk to me huh.  So what you want?”

“I want to give you this,” I said removing the envelope from my utility pockets.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s five Benjamins,” I said.  “All you have to do to get it is tell me about a report you took last summer.”

“I wrote a bunch of reports last summer,” he said putting his hand over my right breast.

“The one I’m thinking about was a girl who had been with a man against her will.  The one you wrote up as a simple assault.  I’m surprised you took it at all,” I said.

“I had to.  She had reported it to the people at the hotel first.  They called us.  I had to have some kind of report.  She said he assaulted her, but it happened in her room.  She invited him in and then changed her mind.  He didn’t take no for an answer, I guess.  She couldn’t remember exactly what happened, but she didn’t have any marks and her vaginal area wasn’t torn or bleeding.”

“You looked at it,” I asked.

“Yeah we ain’t cops so they say we can look, if they give us permission.  Me and my partner Donovan looked.”

“Why is his name not on the report?” I asked.

“He refused to sign it.  He said the supervisor was wrong to make us rewrite it.  The supervisor said he would fire us, if we didn’t.  I said I would sign it and tell anyone who asked Donovan wasn’t working that night.”

“Who all knows about this kind of thing.  Where a report full of lies gets written?” I asked.

“They don’t change too many.  They really don’t have to change them.  Not much ever happens on Jefferson island.  Everybody knows the tourist are all the income on Jefferson Island.  Bad PR and they might go somewhere else.  Jefferson advertises they are a family beach.  Rape would hurt them big time.”

“I see, so how many of these have you covered up?” I asked.

First of all let me tell you, I would never cover up a real rape.  You know one where the girl was beat or really hurt.  These rapes at best are ones where the girls changed their mind, but most are just girls too drunk to realize they said yes,” Lamont said.

“So how many?” I asked.

“Two or three a season,” he said.

“Jesus man that’s a lot of rapes to cover up.  How does Jefferson shut the girls up?” I asked.

“I don’t know.  The girl never talk to me about it again, once the reports are doctored to suit the boss,” Lamont said.  “You ain’t going to tell them I talked to you, are you?”

“No Lamont I’m not.  Here you go. I might call on you again, but it won’t get you in any trouble.”  I stood up.

“Where you going?” he asked.

“I got to pee,” I walked right past the bathroom and out to my truck.

I drove home with the proof that they were knowingly covering up date rapes.  My guess was for five years there had been a serial rapist on the island every summer.  That pointed to a local.  It might not hold up in court, but I might not need that.  It just depended on how I felt when I nailed the bastard.  He could go to jail, or to a spot with a perpetual care garden.

Edited by Walt

About cindypress

sorry it is a mystery.
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4 Responses to Sheriff Porter 71 (edited)

  1. Walt says:

    Oops, forgot to upload the latest chapter 71 and Cast. It’s there now.
    Added Donovan (partner to Lamont) and The Blue Note bar to cast.
    pinchem.net/stories/carniegirl.htm

  2. cindypress says:

    thank you I do appreciate your efforts

  3. jackballs57 says:

    Sounds like a major cover up going on. Business owners and security dept. talk about a hornets nest. Thanks

  4. cindypress says:

    I promised that it was worse than it looked.

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