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This episode of Vice Cop does not further the plot and is instead a bit of a departure and a break from the present-time action. While the action in the beginning that triggers the flashbacks is in the present, the majority of scenes are in the past- the early 1980’s.
These are scenes of flashbacks/memories of Hudson’s training days in the New York Police Academy and his first years as uniform cop. Think of it as a TV series’ ‘clip show’ — a variety of scenes of incidents that have already occurred but were never written about before. Characters that have appeared earlier in the novel, Kyle Lennox, Sonya Romandini and Candy Spears, appear in this chapter. For those Literotica readers who enjoy the sex scenes, read SCENE SIX and SCENE ELEVEN. The next chapter, Chapter 8, will resume the action in the present.
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Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York, 5pm, 1986
Hudson Banach wore his dark police sunglasses to shield his eyes from the glare of the sunset over Brooklyn.
He had relocated from his family home in Middle Village Queens, where his mother, younger brother and sister lived, to his own apartment within Brooklyn. He had not climbed up too far socially. It was a modest apartment, in bad need of a paint job, and had only two bedrooms, a small kitchen and a decent enough living room that was nonetheless quite small. The odd thing he found about this apartment was that, for being small, it had the illusion of being slightly bigger. There was a second floor, and it was an attic room, plain and simple. He knew he could make it into another room but it was all woods and had no windows and was directly beneath the sloping roof. He didn’t think he’d need a third room so he decided at once that it would remain an attic.
He had been moving his furniture and worldly possessions — which for him included chairs, tables, desks, lamps, valises, clothes, shoes, kitchen utensils, dishes and last but not least his cop uniforms, the old one and the new one, and his men’s magazines, namely Playboy and Hustler not to mention his collection of video cassette pornography.
To keep his interest in adult films a secret from everyone, he always stripped the tapes of their covers — which depicted nude females — and labeled them as ‘documentaries’.
He had been moving all these things himself with only the help of another fellow cop from the precinct. He was not friends with the officer but he had volunteered to help a fellow cop in need. By late afternoon, he had finished.
Hudson stood by the door of his apartment, taking a good look at his new pad, eyeing everything from ceiling to floor and wondering just how long it would take for him to arrange all the furniture pieces and carpeting. The Professor had always had good tastes in home décor, so he thought he’d consult him and bring him over to help him. The Professor favored dark woods, influenced by English country manors he had visited, and very little carpeting ‘except for the bedrooms or in some cases the parlor’.
Hudson also considered trying to find a nook in which he could put up a mini-bar. That was the perfect topping in his bachelor’s apartment. He prayed that it would not be long before he would find a girlfriend and they would be able to share drinks in his place. If not a girlfriend, then male friends. He wondered if finding both was ever going to happen.
He had not made a male friend since he met Kyle Lennox. And the poor guy ended up dead. Since his death, he had not been able to befriend a single cop in the precinct. They all considered him to be smug, defiant, a renegade. In the past, he had endangered the lives of other cops when he would take up his personalized brand of police justice, catching criminals in an action-film-hero type way, forgetting the real world was nothing like that. There had been wild car chases and equally wild motorcycle chases, stunts, leaps over bridges, fast-paced pursuits by foot into dangerous areas and the like. Some of the cops he had been paired with had ended up in Intensive Care at the hospital.
Hudson took out old photographs from a box. He placed them on the nightstand, and others above the small fireplace in his living room which he absolutely loved having, feeling a lot more at the Professor’s level since he had a fireplace in his own apartment in Park Slope. The ones in the nightstand were black and white photos of Kyle Lennox and his ex girlfriend Sonya Romandini, his first love. The rest of the framed photographs on the fireplace were of his father, dashing and powerful in his Polish police uniform, and his Uncle Vitto in his own Italian cop uniform. There were also photos of his mother and brother Angelo and sister Alyssa.
Hudson found himself staring at photographs of his ex-sweetheart Sonya and his dead friend Kyle. In the photos, he was embracing Sonya tightly as they posed for a sepia photograph taken at Coney Island. He had bought her cotton candy. The photos of Kyle Lennox showed a happy-go-lucky blonde guy out of uniform wearing a Yankees baseball cap in front of Yankee Stadium.
At once, his mind was flooded by memories and he mentally relived them, remembering how it all began, walking back in time, returning to his own past………………..
ONE
He was hard-bodied and yet swift. Everyone thought so. Whenever Hudson Banach was on his feet and running, it was almost like seeing an Olympic marathon runner. He passed the physical exams, operated firearms both big and small like a pro, and passed the exams which tested his endurance. He was able to successfully run with other cops and in mock pursuits on foot. He was equally skilled at climbing fences, high walls and leaping and jumping if called for. Each test was long and exhausting, and either made or broke a person.
At the dawn of the 1980’s, the Academy did not discriminate against racial background or gender. All that mattered was that they were perfectly qualified and fit enough for active duty. For some reason, the Department that Hudson had been looking into — the Manhattan Precinct — didn’t have any women who had registered for training.
This did not surprise many. The Manhattan girls were more interested in pursuing money, men and careers other than law enforcement. Hudson was a loner and even during training, he found that he was unable to properly socialize with anyone. The days turned to nights and the training was harder than he had expected it would be.
Each night, too tired to even sit down at dinner with the family, he would excuse himself and retire to bed, knowing another long, hard day of training awaited him in the morning. He was the eldest and his siblings were too small. He had turned eighteen not long before and had graduated from high school. He had no desire to join the army or go to University, since neither road was even mentioned by his deceased father.
Stefan Banak changed his name to the more English-sounding Banach (pronounced Ban-nec) after marrying an Italian-Sicilian woman and coming to New York. He had been a cop in Poland, and now a cop in New York for only a short while. He died when Hudson was still fifteen. Hudson knew that his father had meant for him to be a cop in the ‘new city’. He was tired, he was being pushed too far at the Academy but he remained strong at the core in his effort to please his father and to become a good cop.
There was another motivation — Sonya Romandini.
He recalled when he first met her in high school. She wore her hair like Marsha Brady, despite a glaring difference. The cute TV star was blonde and very Aryan whereas Sonya was distinctly Italian and a raven-haired beauty. Nevertheless, her well-groomed hair was long and cascaded down her back like a Barbie doll. Her breasts were small but lovely and her figure was like that of a slim supermodel. She was in almost every one of his classes. She was fond of him and they had become friends at first but their attraction grew stronger until it reach
ed romantic proportions.
He could think of nothing but her.
Whenever he closed his eyes, it was her beautiful face that appeared on his mind. He was determined to make her his wife and he wanted to prove himself worthy by becoming a cop like no other and to raise a family who would adore him. He thought Sonya was the perfect missing piece in his life. For her, he was bent on making it first in his class at the Police Academy, no matter how hard it would be, no matter the cost. Day after day, test after test, he felt the intense competition among his peers, all of them hoping to attain prominent status in the Department.
The physical demands of being a cop did not seem altogether heavy. Hudson’s body was sturdy but quite lean and as such was able to do a lot more than cops with a heavier build. He had begun to work out at a local gym. The ‘fitness craze’ had hit America with the success of Jane Fonda work-out videos, the sudden ‘glamour’ personal fitness trainers and health clubs frequented by young and old donning spandex and leg warmers. Because the gyms were unisex, it fast became a place for singles to meet one another other than bars. Hudson was already taken by Sonya, so he did not actively seek out a girl at the gym. He did find a friend.
His name was Kyle Lennox. Several inches shorter than Hudson, he was a stocky blonde guy who had wrestled in high school in the Nebraska and came to New Jersey to find work. Having a hard time finding work there, he came to New York City in hopes of making it as a cop.
It turned out he was also training at the Police Academy. Hudson had never noticed him before but it did not take long for them to become platonic friends.
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‘You’re being pretty tough on yourself, Hudson,’ Kyle said to him, after a work-out, drinking his Gatorade as if it had been his only source of fluid that day, ‘do you honestly think you’ll make it first in class? Graduation is almost here. Some of those guys drilling us are so cruel they make army drill sergeants look soft.’
Hudson wiped some sweat off his big brow with a towel. It was seven in the evening and some folks were coming into the gym to begin their workout while others were finished and heading home. Hudson and Kyle were among those that had just wrapped up their work-out which had consisted of weight-lifting and running on the treadmill.
‘Sure I’ll make it first in class,’ Hudson replied, confidently.
‘What makes you think someone else won’t beat you to it?’ Kyle said, as he finished his drink and wiped out some sweat of his own.
‘Trust me on this,’ Hudson continued, ‘I can foresee that I’m going to be quite the force on the force.’
Kyle grinned at him and looked at him as if he had just uttered famous last words. They walked out of the gym and to the parking lot where Hudson had parked his Camaro.
‘Yeah, well you can be a force all you want, Hudson, but remember one thing,’ Kyle said to him, ‘never disobey orders from the head honchos in the Department.’
‘I don’t think I’ll give them too much trouble. So, where are you parked?’
‘I had to take the bus tonight.’
‘What’s the matter with your car?’
‘I fell behind on payments and it was repossessed. I was hoping that being a cop would take care of this little matter but it will be a while before both of us are in uniform.’
‘I can drive you home. Where do you live?’
‘Brooklyn.’
‘Let’s roll.’
TWO
Driving through Brooklyn at night, Hudson was quick to notice that here things were a tad different from where he grew up in Queens. He knew that his own neighborhood in Middle Village, a very Italian part of Queens, had its own sordid underbelly, particularly when rumors that the Mafia had been operating there for years. To outsiders, New York City looked about the same no matter where you went. The movies, TV shows, magazines and the best-selling novels depicted and glorified Manhattan so much that an ignorant newcomer could truly believe that was all there was to New York City. They didn’t know about the hard-knock life in each borough, of the vast urban jungle spreading across the famed Brooklyn Bridge. Here was the typical urban madness.
Too many apartments crowded together like sardine cans, too many alleys, too many trashcans, too many stray cats and from the looks of it stray youth. Some buildings and apartments had graffiti smeared over them. Street gangs roamed here and there and thieves lurked in the shadows.
This was a tough neighborhood, and it seemed every Joe here did the same kind of job — they worked at the cannery, at the where house, in the liquor stores, in the barber shop, in the pawn shop and in the grocery store. Each borough seemed to have its own signature people — Italians, Jews, blacks, Irish and Puerto Rican. The Bronx was probably worse than Brooklyn, Hudson thought, but Kyle sure did not live in the best of areas. He kind of felt sorry for him, living alone in this area, and for him it couldn’t have been that much of a change from living in ugly old New Jersey.
As they approached Kyle’s apartment complex, Hudson spotted a purse snatcher doing his thing much to the astonishment of a poor lady coming home from the store. A few blocks after seeing this little crime in progress, he noticed a young girl, dressed in a provocative, tight and short black leather skirt and wearing a wig being photographed by a creepy older man. The more he stared at the young girl, the more she looked familiar. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Something about the girl was ringing a familiar bell.
And then it hit him. She looked like the spitting image of his girlfriend.
‘My God, doesn’t that look like Sonya?’ he asked Kyle in the car.
‘What? That’s crazy. What would she be doing way out here? Isn’t she from your neck of the woods?’
‘It sure looks like her though. It’s the weirdest thing.’
‘Hudson, you’re so in love with her that you’re seeing her everywhere. That girl there is obviously a tramp trying to make easy money by posing for a pervert’s camera. Sonya would never do that.’
‘No, she’d never. But it’s so disturbing. She looks so much like her.’
They came to a stop in front of Kyle’s apartment building. It was almost too typically New York City — a red-brick building with various fire escapes, ladders, small balconies, windows that didn’t seem to open and a rooftop deck with multiple antennas where the tenants could climb up to.
‘This your place?’
‘Yeah. You want to come in for a drink? I have some vodka.’
‘No thanks, I need to be heading home. Mamma Banach won’t be too pleased if I’m late for dinner.’
‘You live with your ‘mamma ‘?
‘She is a widow. My father died when I was just fifteen. She expects a lot from me. Really nice Italian lady, you’d like her. She can sure cook something wonderful. I ought to invite you over for dinner sometime.’
‘I think I’d like that Hudson. Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow at the Academy.’
THREE
The training of the cadets at the Academy was supervised by Captain Barry Hiller. A long-time cop of New York, he had risen to the position of captain after years of public service as an officer. However, as he was too occupied with other affairs that involved his service, he would only make come to the Academy grounds to inspect that the procedure was going smoothly. He was a rotund man, bald, and with a cheery face, despite the fact he had seen much action and much crime in the city. Whenever he came to the training grounds, Hudson felt he looked like Alfred Hitchcock coming to make a movie.
The drill instructor was Lieutenant Isaiah Dante, an African-American who had also risen to his status in the Police Department after years as an officer. He kept mostly to himself and there was a sense of mystery surrounding him. No girlfriend or wife, no family, nothing but the Police Department that he had always c
alled home. The Department believed his tough, unemotional attitude was perfect for the job of training new recruits.
He instructed the cadets in all the necessary training. True to his image as a silent, strong type, all he did was teach them. Never was he cruel, like a drill sergeant. He was fair and did his job without pushing the recruits too much. He taught them everything they would need to know once they put on their uniforms for the first time and performed their police duties. Many of the cadets would be content to remain uniform police officers for years.
Isaiah Dante came from a time in the 1970’s when blacks became more involved in positions of authority such as police lieutenant, and he had, in his youth, once been a member of the Black Panthers. But he repented having done that as soon as the inevitable violence ensued. He then joined the Police Department and remained a loyal member and did his job well.
But he had always kept his distance, and at times resembled a sad man with a guilty or shameful secret.
The training seemed as if it would never end. Hudson endured everything without making a single face that showed discomfort or pain. Kyle Lennox proved to be a competent cadent and his newfound friendship with a strong and confident Hudson helped to boast his own confidence. The only difference was the fact that Hudson’s confidence bordered and eventually became pure bravado.
One afternoon, as the sun was setting, and the cadets were doing their running exercises, Lieutenant Isaiah Dante approached one of the few black cadets the Academy had. Hudson was with him but he was at a distance on the track as they ran. His ears were quite good so he was able to overhear what they were saying.
‘Mr. Lennox, a word with you,’ Lt. Dante said to him.
‘Yes, Lieutenant?’ the cadet said, getting closer to him.
Dante was a tall man and the cadet had to look up to speak to him.
‘Tell me, how many black cadets have we? Do you suppose you know?’
‘Oh, there’s only about four I would think. Besides me, there’s Cadet Marcus, Cadet Julius and Cadet Parker.’
The cadet did not dare to ask why the Lieutenant wanted to know this. He looked at him in silence, with that cold, expressionless face and then he told him to resume his running exercise. Hudson thought the Lieutenant had asked a question that seemed a bit odd. It was true that the Department had mostly white officers, but it as if it wasn’t the
Department’s fault there wasn’t an equal number of blacks and white officers, or ethnic officers. The reasons appeared to be something else. Hudson had not grown up watching too many black officers in films or TV series. He knew it was a time of political correctness and a time where great changes were being made. But why did the Lieutenant ask such a question that appeared to be of personal significance to him? It was something Hudson would wonder for a long time, always in the back doors of his memories.
* * * * *
The day of graduation arrived. The cadets had all day to prepare for the ceremony and Hudson was beyond himself with pride. He had passed each test with flying colors and would graduate first in his class. Captain Barry Hiller, whom everyone called ‘Chief’ personally congratulated him and said he would be glad to have him work on his force.
Lieutenant Dante was his usual quite, uninvolved self, and did not seem as excited about the ceremony, not even for the fact that he had been personally responsible for the training of many cadets. All the cadets would be sent to work as officers in various precincts and boroughs of New York — Queens, Brooklyn, the Bronx and the most coveted ‘assignment’ area of them all Manhattan.
Hudson invited his entire family to attend the graduation ceremony. The Mayor of New York City was there, and he shook the hands of each new police officer. He made an eloquent speech, speaking of reforming and improving New York City socially and despite the political touches of his speech, reflecting some personal agenda of political social climbing, he reached to his audience and they loved him.
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