Part 3 Collab W/ Richard Pickett Samauri/ Detective Series-Check His Site
(continued) "What’s a Shogun? Funny you should ask”, Tom grinned… “because that’s the
exact same question we all asked each other when this came over on the teletype. Word is
from the boys in the twenty third that a Shogun is some kind of a Japanese warrior with a
giant filleting knife.”
“ A giant filleting knife? You mean a sword?”
“You betcha . A humungus blade according to Brick in twenty third
precinct…..and apparently razor sharp .”
“Apparently! Accordin’ to this report it sounds more like a human can opener…. Brick
sounds like he’s got his hands full all right…. I thought he was on Vice.”
“He was…or is still but he was explaining to me the other day over a beer after hours that
him and his Captain got a deal going or something . I don’t know ..you’ll have to ask him
when you see him next. He was asking about you, ya know. Was wondering if you were
going to ever stop lolly gagging around in Florida and get back to work…heh heh.”
“Yeah that sounds like Brick.”, the crows feet around Bill’s eyes deepened on his weather
beaten face when he smiled thinking about his fellow detective buddy. One of the first
people he’d met after driving up here from Texas to the last place in the world he’d ever thought he’d end up in.
“Ain't our trail boss, Captain What’s his name, put anybody on this case from our precinct
yet?” Sounds like this Shogun vigilante rustler’s jumpin’ into more than one territory.”
“No, He’s been too busy sucking up to the commissioner about everything else on his
plate, making himself look good. Probably doesn’t see any light shining on himself at the end
of this one.” No he’s got us sticking with Jay walkers, drunks, hookers and wife beatings.
Once in a while a dead Pimp shows up just to spice up his record.” I guess he figures the
final tally will show he solved all or most of his cases that way.”
Bill shook his head slowly,…still absorbed in the report. There was no love lost between
this precinct’s Captain and the men on the beat. But they stuck by him anyway. That’s just
the way it was. Police force …brothers to the end. “Hey Tom, thanks for the coffee. I got
saddle sores driving up here from Florida in that oil burning rig of mine. I’m gonna see if I
can round up some grub, a shower and shave. Haven’t even been to my bunk house yet.
Catch you later okay? You ain't seen me right?”
“Seen who?” Tom about faced and walked out of the office leaving Bill chuckling to
himself.
(cont)
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
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