Chapter 8
As they came up the stairs, Cal put his hand
down to his service weapon. He heard
rustling upstairs, and was afraid Hernandez had sent one of his boys to take
Cal out. When he came out of the
stairwell, there stood Carol.
“Did you play basketball this
week?” Carol was asking Terrance. “It smells like it.”
“I have a prescription,” Terrance replied. Carol rolled her eyes and looked at her
brother and then back at Terrance and the ordnance they were carrying.
“Going hunting boys?” Carol asked.
“For Hernandez’s men,”
Terrance answered. Carol looked
surprised. She turned toward Cal for
verification, and Cal nodded. Carol
nodded slowly, shrugged and headed down the stairwell without a word.
“Did she know what was down
there?” Cal asked.
Terrance nodded. “How does she know what’s going on down there and I didn’t?”
“You’re the fuzz,”
Terrance answered simply.
“I’m your friend and knew you were smoking pot and
didn’t say anything!” Cal exclaimed.
Terrance turned around and looked Cal straight in the eye.
“You’re a dirty cop,” Terrance explained. “I
didn’t know if you’d try to blackmail me, turn me in, or just let
it ride.” Cal’s mouth was open in shock. It remained open as he saw Carol bring up two
bullet-proof vest and a rifle with a scope on it. Terrance started to stay something but Carol
cut him off.
“You can’t lay cover fire and help him take the place,” Carol said.
Terrance thought, nodded, and turned toward Cal.
“How long will it take you to
deputize her?” Terrance asked. Cal shook his head.
“Nope, no way!” he exclaimed.
Carol gave Cal the don’t be an idiot look.
“You know Dad taught me how to
shoot,” Carol said.
“If you get shot, or worse,
Dad will kill me,” Cal replied.
“I’m simply laying down cover fire,” Carol said.
Cal couldn’t believe the mess he had
gotten himself in. “Besides,”
she continued. “Someone’s
got to help you two. You can’t shoot and he’s half-baked.”
Terrance looked up from what he was doing, started to argue, realized
Carol was right, shrugged and continued to load his weapon.
“What are you even doing here?” Cal asked, trying to get some control of this
situation. Carol looked at Cal, very
angrily.
“I came to tell you that Becky
that you went to high school with, she’s
dead. Heroin.” Cal
didn’t say anything, he just looked down at the
floor. When he looked up, Terrance and
Carol was staring at him, not sure whether to be mad at Cal or not.
“Come on,” he said quietly. “Let’s go to my office so I can figure out how to
deputize you two.” Cal turned and left the house without another
word.
“Try not to let him get
killed,” Carol said quietly to Terrance.
“I know, he’s your brother,” Terrance responded. Carol shook her head.
“That’s not why,”
Carol replied, grabbing the rifle and heading out of the house. “I’m still not sure I don’t want to kill him.”
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