Chapter 6
Cal walked into Terrance’s house.
Knocking was useless. Terrance
never answered the door. He also never
locked the door. When Cal walked in he
had to hold his breath while searching for Terrance. Smoke filled the home. Cal found Terrance taking a hit off a
bong. Terrance raised his hand at him in
greeting, stoned out of his mind. Cal
grabbed Terrance and drug him out the back door to fresh air. Terrance was bigger than Cal. Terrance used to be a standout middle
linebacker in high school. He used to be
6’2”
215 lbs. and could run a 4.4 forty. Terrance had joined the military out of
high school and had become a firearms and marksman expert. Cal had never gotten the full story, but
somewhere in the Middle East, Terrance was either shot or stepped on something
and severely injured his leg. He didn’t lose it or anything like that, but he could
always tell when bad weather was coming, and it did seem to legitimately hurt
on a consistent basis. Terrance now
spent his days smoking pot, and claiming it was all medicinal marijuana,
forgetting the fact that Kentucky didn’t
recognize medicinal marijuana.
“What’s eatin’
you?” Terrance asked.
“I think Hernandez killed
Chris,” Cal replied solemnly. “I
think it’s all my fault.”
“Chris? The sheriff?” Terrance asked. “Man,
either I’m more stoned than I realized, or Hernandez
just stepped up his game.” Terrance looked over at his friend who didn’t know what to do. “Chris
finally figure out you’re taking money from
Hernandez?” Cal
looked over at Terrance in shock.
“T, how did you know?” Cal asked.
“Do you think we’re all stupid?” Terrance asked in respond. “You’re rolling in money that you shouldn’t have.
You have never brought in any of his men, and every time one of them
gets popped, they suddenly get out because of mishandling of evidence. I’m
stoned, not stupid. The question is what
did Chris have that Hernandez killed him over?”
“Chris had some type of file
apparently,” Cal answered, still shocked that Terrance had
figured things out.”
“What are you going to do?” Terrance asked.
“I don’t know what I can do,” Cal admitted.
“If I take him down he turns in the file, if I
try and take it, he’ll kill me.”
“You deputies are a bunch of
wimps,” Terrance said, shaking his head in disgust.
“I’m sheriff now!” Cal spat back.
“Besides who are you to talk?”
Terrance lifted an eyebrow and looked down at his leg. Cal looked a little ashamed of himself for
blowing up at his friend like that.
Terrance sighed and crossed his arms.
He knew how to fix this mess; he didn’t
want to, but he knew how.
“How many men does Hernandez have?” Terrance asked.
“I have no idea, no more than
8 to 10 at a time are at his safe house,”
Cal replied. Terrance nodded, and walked
inside, Cal followed. Terrance walked up
to a wall, took a look at Cal, and made up his mind.
“You’ve looked the other way on the things I do for
a long time, guess I owe you,” Terrance said and began to
shove a book case. The bookcase moved
back to revel a stairway. Cal looked at
Terrance in awe.
“I may have been a slightly
bigger deal then I let one when I was in the military,” Terrance said as an explanation.
“I’ll say,”
Cal muttered. “I’ll
say.”
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