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Dallas Riordan sat beside Molly Von Richtofen in her car as they waited at the lights. Dallas sniggered at the man dressed like an Al Capone gangster with an odd shaped head as he crossed the road in front of them.
“Get a load of fancy pants” chuckled Dallas.
“Oh don’t laugh,” said Molly “There’s nothing funny about him”
“Asides from the clothes and the bulbous fat head”
“Well okay, he does have a giant fat head” laughed Molly “He’s a mob guy”
“Fat head the mob guy”
“Not quite, Hammerhead”
“He’s a shark?”
“No, he’s got a metal skull which caused his head to look that silly shape. The Organised Crime Unit has a file on him as thick as a phonebook but nothing we’ve been able to stick to him. Witnesses recant, evidence goes missing, you know the usual. Plus he’s allied with Fisk, of which trying to prove THAT bit of common knowledge...” Molly tapped the steering wheel in frustration.
“How about you hit the accelerator, and just mash him with the car?” said Dallas “I’ll say you sneezed, he spends a few weeks in hospital, sends a message”
“Beginning to see why you go suspended” said Molly as he safely got to the other side of the street. “I’ll get him the old fashioned way thanks”
“So nothing and just pray that Frank eventually punches his ticket?”
“Pretty much” said Molly as the lights changed.
I have been watching the bar at night. They come and go as they please, acting like regular people! Scum! Justice will be served; they will all pay the heaviest price! I have selected one of the regulars who will be my disguise into the bar; Manuel Elongato aka The Matador, as he is around my build and easy to follow. I could of killed him many times last week, but he is useful alive…for now!
“Where’s DePaul?” asked Dallas.
Captain Burdick held up a piece of paper “Reassigned to something called SWORD, oh and anything you saw in the park the other day, technically DIDN’T happen according to them and the Patriotic Act”
“So I didn’t go to a funeral for three dead cops because nothing killed them?” asked Dallas “Does that mean I got suspended for, technically, nothing?”
Captain Burdick shot her a look; Dallas shrugged and took a seat. “Tucker and Jenkins contacted me and your hunch about Judge Chalmers may be right. But they want to be sure, as do I. You’re going down to the court house to spend the day there. Dallas, you are to be on your best behaviour. Do you understand me?”
“I’m serious!” snapped Burdick.
Dallas and Molly stood on the steps watching the people come and go from court. Dallas tapped Molly on the shoulder and pointed to the handsome man with red glasses and white stick talking to a lawyer. “Dated that guy”
“The blind guy or the lawyer?”
“The blind guy IS a lawyer!”
“You dated a blind lawyer” scoffed Molly.
“For about a week” replied Dallas “I was young, he was pretty; it was mad, passionate and doomed. He was nice, odd but nice”
“You want to go say hello?” Molly suggested.
“God no!” replied Dallas “Do you?”
“No, I’m a lesbian”
“What? Lesbians don’t say hello?” quipped Dallas as she headed into the main foyer of the court.
My time may be up. The police officer from the airport is here!
She stands next to me…and looks right through me as if I was invisible. I silently swallow as she inadvertently bumps me as she heads inside. I must tread carefully today. I may even go home “sick” just in case.
To be continued...