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He met Rose in the park across from the headquarters building. She brought the Walmart bag with his clothes from the previous day. ‘So do I kiss you, or pretend we didn’t have sex last night?’ he asked.
’We didn’t have sex last night,’ she said emphatically.
‘Okay, if you feel like you need to deny it, I will play along,’ he said.
’You might not want to talk like that with most people. They might have you locked away in a padded room,’ Rose said seriously.
’Ah well, no cerebral sex for you, I can tell. So did you finish at the house?’ Roger asked.
’almost, I think you are going to like what you see,’ Rose said.
‘I’m sure I will. Of course I’m going to have to assume that you are going to be monitoring my every movement and word,’ Roger said.
’Is that more of the drug induced paranoia?’ she asked.
’I don’t need the drugs for that. You do remember the smell of burned dog in the air yesterday?’ he asked.
’Not really, wood smoke yes, but burned dog no,’ She said.
’I guess if you didn’t know the smell included Wendy, then you wouldn’t know,’ he said knowing that she was way to literal thinking to understand. Hillary would have understood, or at least known he was playing at being an amateur philosopher.
They drove in silence until they reached his drive. The large SUV belonging to the professors sat in his drive.
‘Let me out here and wait for me,’ he said. He walked to where the deck had once been. It seemed to be recovery central. Both professors were loading those large black plastic bags with crockery.
’Professor, I am so sorry. I had no idea this would happen.’ Roger said. ‘I hope it wasn’t about me. It might have just been an act of senseless destruction,’ Roger said.
’Or it could have been someone with a grudge against you,’ His wife said.
’Or someone you gave a bad grade to,’ Roger said.
’To Whom,’ she answered.
’Okay someone to whom you gave a bad grade,’ Roger said.
’I don’t think so,’ her husband said. ‘There was a voice mail at work for me yesterday. It came in after the story broke. He left it in my voice mail at the University. I gave it to the Deputy working the case. The man said he was sorry and that he thought it was where you lived.’
‘I see, well I’m sorry you got caught up in my drama. If there is anything I can do please call on me,’ Roger said. The professors ignored his outstretched hand.
Roger got back into the car. ‘You will be lucky if they don’t get a lawyer and sue.’ Rose said.
’I am indemnified against any lawsuit arising from my actions as an undercover cop. First by the fact that I was acting as an agent of the federal government, and secondly by the newspaper coverage. The professors can claim they didn’t know about the risk, but they were living in town when the story broke. It ran off and on for almost a year. The newspaper even had pictures of me in uniform. So if they didn’t know who they were renting from they were idiots.
As far as the court is concerned they knew at least as much as I did. The only thing I didn’t do is have them sign a waiver.’ Roger suggested.
’Roger, you really should go into witness protections,’ Rose said.
’Ah another of Satan’s advocates heard from,’ Roger said. ‘Let’s go around the professor’s car and take a look at what you have done.’
The first level of protection was a lighted sign. It read, ‘Warning you are being recorded’. There were two cameras mounted on the sign post, which rose ten feet above the ground. ‘Those won’t last long,’ Roger commented.
Rose pointed to the pine thicket about ten yards down the drive. ‘I don’t see anything,’ Roger said.
’That’s the idea. We have the real camera there. The other two are girl friend cameras. The hard core killer cams are less visible. They are motion and sound activated. We have a camera on each side of the cabin as well. Then one inside. You can access any of them with your cell phone.’
‘I have to admit that is a cool plan. So what is the plan for when I am asleep inside. That’s when they will most likely come,’ Roger said.
’Motion detectors in the pine thicket, along with barbed wire strung six inches off the ground. That’s a little old school but it gets their minds off the real shit. A couple of sound mines with a half dozen fifty pound release triggers. A bear or dear might set them off once, but not likely. All this shit is Solar powered,’ Rose explained. There is one thing we still have to erect.
We were forced to go with a custom gate. They couldn’t have it ready until next week. I will be back with a crew to install it. To open and close it you will have to go to the INTERNET. The good news is that it can be activated with a pass code online. That is also the bad news, so don’t give it to anyone.’
‘So how about my flood lights?’ Roger asked.
’Four mounted on the cabin and they are also solar battery powered. Anyone cutting the power would have to get to the cabin and they would be on your camera files,’ she said.
’Well Miss Rose, you obviously know what you are doing,’ Roger said.
’Yes I do. So here is the number to call for service and your temporary password,’ she said.
’You have to be kidding me. My password is Donut6175?’ Roger asked.
’Donut for your cop status and 6175 for your height and weight. You will need to change it.’ Rose replied.
’No shit,’ Roger replied.
’The password has to be at least five letters and four numbers,’ she informed him.
’Right, so are you coming in?’ Roger asked.
’Why, our business is complete’ she said, then added just to be absolutely sure he would never call her again, ‘Nobody likes a snitch.’
‘Nice, I figured you were a snake,’ Roger said with a laugh as he exited the car.
Roger went into the tiny house he had built inside the shell of his storage shed. Inside the house he fixed himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He also poured himself a glass of all chemical ice tea made from a dry mix purchased at Walmart. He bought most of his groceries there.
He rode the scooter up to the store at least three times a week, then filled the milk carton tied onto the rear with groceries. Well what passed for groceries for him.
That night he watched day old TV shows on the computer as he also checked the perimeter. It was kind of a fun thing. Of course after a couple of hours the novelty wore off. He didn’t want to use his wifi connection to check anything, since he felt sure Rose the Snake had piggy backed a signal to monitor his browsing. He could wait till the next day at work to do his research.
He slept better knowing the house was fairly secure, but he also knew he needed a shotgun. The pistol and even a rifle would be of no use at night. At leas
t they would be no use to him. Roger wasn’t an expert marksman with either. He added the purchase of a twelve gauge trench gun to his list for the next day.
Roger awoke the next morning at 6:30 am. He had a hard time believing that he missed the exercise program from the rehab facility. He felt lethargic and fat even thought everyone else thought of him as too thin. Probably because almost everyone was ten to twenty pounds over weight and those were the ones who described themselves as fit.
Roger hated to run, even though he knew it was the best form of exercise. He couldn’t even imagine running five to ten miles every morning. There was no room in his tiny house for gym equipment and the thanked god for that. He knew he had to figure something out even it if was joining a gym. Not one of those fancy things, but maybe an old style boxing gym, he thought. Then he decided it would never happen. He was too much of a loner.
Roger finally got our of bed. He showered then dressed in his jeans and bush jacket. Before leaving for work he checked the weather on his computer. He did that every morning. He did it even though he parked his scooter in an enclosed parking deck. He also stored one rain suit at the office and one at home. He didn’t care for the idea of being wet all day. He realized that the Lieutenant hadn’t had his driver’s license returned as of yet. It had only been two weeks, so maybe he shouldn’t worry so soon.
Once he made his way into the office, he found Hillary all excited. ‘What is happening Hills, did you get laid?’ he asked.
’I wish. When the detectives went to the boyfriend’s house with a search warrant, they found the thirty caliber carbine. Since he didn’t know the slug we have was broken all to hell, the detectives let him believe that it was only a matter of time till they matched it with the riffle. The little freak went belly up.’ Hillary said.
’So was it what we thought?’ Roger asked.
’It was indeed. Officer Smith knew nothing of it. The boyfriend hoped that it would scare her into running home to him with her tail between her legs. You know he must have a ten inch prick?’ Hillary said thoughtfully.
’Now that is a sexist thing to say,’ Roger replied.
’You going to report me Mr. Snitch?’ she asked.
’No, but really Ellie could easily be a fag hag,’ Roger said to get even with Hillary.
’Now that is a sexist remark,’ Hillary said with a laugh. ‘For that you can write the report. Be sure you give Internal Affairs a reasonable amount of the credit. The detective bureau will get the collar, but we should be sure our report reflects the work we have done.’
‘Of course comrade,’ Roger said. ‘You know all that vanity doesn’t help. Good work is it’s own reward.’
‘I know that you sound like an idiot, when you try to wax philosophical,’ Hillary advised him. The phone rang just then. ‘It’s for you.’
‘Hello,’ Roger said.
’Michael Peters here,’ the voice said.
’Yes Mr Peters?’ Roger asked.
’I’m a senior patrolman and training officer with D squad,’ the voice said.
’Okay, what can I do for you?’ Roger asked.
’I am also a contractor who uses off duty cops to do work. Some of these young guys need the extra money. I also have a two ton dump truck,’ Peters said.
’Is this about the fire damage,’ Roger asked.
’It is. The county will be serving you a notice soon explaining that you need to clear the lot of the damage. It’s a breeding ground for rats. I can put a crew on the ground out there and get it done in a couple of days,’ Peters said.
’Peters do you know who I am?’ Roger asked.
’I know you are going to have an insurance check, and money doesn’t have a home,’ Peters admitted. ‘I can write you a fair estimate. You can turn it in to the insurance company. After they approve it, we can do the work and get paid. No sweat off your balls.’ Peters replied.
’I’ll have to think it over. Give me your number,’ Roger demanded.
The one thing the call had done was to remind Roger that he hadn’t reported the fire to his insurance company. With that in mind he dialed his mortgage company to get the insurance company’s name. It turned out they were carrying the insurance for him as part of his mortgage payment. So he was transferred to the lady in charge, he explained it all to her.
’Get the contractor to give you an estimate for cleaning the lot and we can go from there,’ she said.
’Good plan,’ Roger agreed. After thinking it over all morning roger decided to go with Peter’s estimate.
’Good, that was quick,’ Peters said.
’Like you said, long as it is done right, I don’t care who does it, The weekend is coming, so can you get the estimate to the First Bank of Belmont’s insurance department on Monday?’ Roger asked.
’You got it Mister Everhart,’ Peters said.
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