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After Hours
Lifes a Drag

Written by
Jerry Farley








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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Youre not in Kansas Anymore
Chapter 2 Galloping Insanity
Chapter 3 The Lady in Red
Chapter 4 What Once Was Lost
Chapter 5 Smoke and Mirrors
Chapter 6 Wreckless Abandon
Chapter 7 A Fox in the Hen House

Chapter 8 Date Night

Chapter 9 The Decoy

Chapter 10 Threats, Lies, and Bullets
Chapter 11 In Plain Sight
Chapter 12 History Always Repeats Itself
Chapter 13 Destiny Always Gets Her Way
Chapter 14 Send In the Clowns
Chapter 15 Goodbye Sam







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Chapter 1 Youre Not In Kansas Anymore
A cold night in Los Angeles, and Sam worried about his husband
being at the office so late. He wasnt worried about another man and he
sure as hell wasnt worried there was another woman -he just missed him.
The light rain pecked against the window echoing through the den of the
elegant rooms adding emptiness to the loneliness he was feeling. Not
being able to take the solitude anymore he reached into his pocket and
pulls out his cell. Hitting the quick dial button on his smart phone he
waits for the needed voice on the other end to pick up.

"Hey baby, whats up?" Dick asked answering his phone.

"Im lonely, when are you coming home?" Same questioned in his
fake whiney voice that he knew would rush Dick along.

"I should be out of here in about an hour. Ive almost got
everything squared away," Dick replied.

"Thats what you said an hour ago," Retorted Sam faking offense.

"This time I swear. About an hour," Dick chuckled.

"Alright, you have one hour or Im going to be forced to do
something I dont want to doIll sick Ruby on you," Sam announced.

"Oh God anything but that! I promise an houroh shitit cant
be an hour. I have some errands to run after I finish up here," Blurted out
Dick, disappointed, because he really wanted to be home with his
husband.

"Well, I tell you whatyou finish up your work, but tell me what
you have to do and Ill take care of it. We can just meet back here,
okay?" Sam asked.

"Oh that sounds great!" Dick responded and followed up with the
list of quick chores that needed to be done. They said their 'I love
you's' and hung up their phones.

An hour passed and Dick had sorted out the work hed finished
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never broke his word. He learned from his parents, or more importantly
his mother, how hard it was to deal with broken promises. He grabbed his
things and rushed out of the office. Jumping in his car he sped down the
street trying to get home. A car backs out unsuspectingly in front of him
and Dick barely sees it. He slammed on his brakes just in time to keep
from slamming into the guys bumper, "Watch what youre doing you son
of a bitch," he yells out the car window as he returns to his commute.
As Dicks patience wears thinner traffic gets slower. Finally he has to
come to a dead stop. Following along with the others stuck in this
gridlock he blares on his horn and cusses whatever it is in front of him
that is holding everything up. Finally he passes whatever the obstruction
was. Obviously it wasnt a car wreck, but the police had an entire city
block taped off. 'I hope all this drama is worth it and makes those
uniform assholes feel important' he thought to himself as he passed by.
He arrived home an hour late, but had made sure to text while he was
stopped. Dick had even taken few a pictures of the line of cars for proof
that he wasnt making up an excuse and sent them to Sam. He thought it
funny that Sam hadnt responded, but figured he was pouting or trying to
think of some way to punish Dick for being later than expected.
Dick unlocked the door, and walked in. His yells for Sam echoed through
the apartment, but he never got a response. He looked room from room
with no sign of the man he loved. He assumed the errands were taking
longer than expected or that Sam had found someone to talk to and was
just engrossed in the conversation. He poured two glasses of wine and sat
down to wait. After an hour Dick had become concerned. Two
hours now, and concern had grown into worry. Two more hours past and
worry had grown into pure unadulterated panic. Hed called Sams phone
countless times, and started calling everyone they knew. Sam was never
fully out of contact, and he was never inconsiderate to peoples
feelings. He should have been home or at least called by now Dick
thought to himself. He called Sams sister Misty and their office manager
Ruby again and again, but no one had heard from him. As the clock
ticked the hours by no contact came from Sam. After hour one Misty and
Ruby came to Dicks apartment. They camped out for the three days it
took for Dick to get the phone call he had been terrified, with all of his
being, to get.
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'Damn girl, keep it together' she said to herself as she smeared
mascara across her face after jumping from a noise outside her dressing


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room. She had been working at Misty Water Memorys Gay bar for
nearly a year, but had been their lead female impersonator for only six
months. Its funny how everyone here is she or her when every one of
them has a penis she thought to herself from time to time. There were a
lot of things shed been finding funny recently. She felt that she was
either losing her mind or taking her sense and sensibilities to a whole new
level of hysteria. She had her secrets and kept them well hidden. The less
people know you the less they can use against you. She learned that credo
from her days as a foster kid.

She had never had the opportunity to meet her birth parents. She
was born, left abandoned in a mall ladies room, and placed in the system
a few days later. At least that was the story she had been given. She had
to grow up fast being a child in the foster system. She was moved from
place to place starting at birth. She had always been different from the
other kids. She didnt identify herself like everyone else, and was isolated
early on. She had been picked on, bullied, abused in so many
unscrupulous ways by the kids, her various social workers, and the
different foster parents that she was forced to live with.

Her Psychologists all said that her difference was her way of
identifying herself with her mother and that she was merely acting out.
They tried to tell her the way she dressed, that wearing makeup, and
acting the way she did towards boys was wrong and bad. She didnt
understand what they meant, but she did know that there was something
wrong with her.

The first chance she got to get out of her last foster home she
took. She was turning 18 in two days and would be kicked out on the
streets anyway. Her foster dad came in to her bedroom the night before
her birthday reeking of Jack Daniels and cigarette smoke saying he had
her birthday present for her. Shed had that particular birthday present far
too often and never by her own choice. Finally now, she was able to fight
back. She was being kicked out regardless. She didnt have to play these
games anymore. She had slept that night with a baseball bat. It had been a
week since the pervert had been in her room to take advantage of her and
she knew it was getting time for it. She was going to protect herself this
time. She was not going to do what he made her do all those other times.
He stepped closer, she clutched her bat, and when he touched her
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knocking him off her and causing him to cry out in pain. She grabbed her
bag she had stuffed earlier with everything she cared about and ran off
into the night as fast as her legs could carry her.

She ran deep into the woods knowing the lazy bastard wouldnt
follow her. She had her back pack strapped to her shoulders and she
wasnt stopping till she reached freedom. Freedom turned out to be a
small wooden shelter on the outskirts of a park. She didnt care. She was
out of that house, and no one in the state was going to be looking for her.
She didnt care about emancipations or courts releasing her anymore -
she released herself. She would no longer put up with the taunts,
harassments, the lewd and lascivious actions performed on her by the
people who had promised to protect and take care of her. She may not be
normal, but she was all she had in this world so she had to protect herself.
After running away from the hell pit she had been placed in she went
from job to job looking for something, anything that would give her a
sense of what she thought home might feel like. Having no true
understanding of what that meant she fell for the first guy that didnt treat
her like a freak. It didnt matter that when he got mad he used her for a
punching bag she loved him because he accepted her for how she was.
Her short comings didnt matter until one night when hed had
too much liquor and far too many drugs. He beat her until she was
borderline unconscious in the bathroom of the gas station theyd stopped
at. He took off leaving her for dead, but she wasnt. She just learned how
to make the hitting stop for a while.

She crawled herself out into the main lobby of the store broken
and beaten. The old lady working behind the counter screamed when she
saw her and ran to her as quick as she could. Although she had begged
her not to, the old lady called 911. The police and ambulance arrived too
fast for the injured girl to be able to escape. Even though it had been two
years since she had ran away but she was afraid that they would put her
boyfriend in jail and put her back in the foster home. The boyfriend was
the lesser degree of two evils, but at least he didnt force her to have sex
when she didnt want to. She was rushed to the hospital and patched up
and after a few questions released into the world again with nothing and
nowhere to go. She returned to the gas station she where she was
beaten and applied for a job. She was only able to work there for two
weeks before she was fired. It was a stupid reason, but deep down she
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She was sitting outside of the latest fast food place she went to looking
for a job. She sat at the picnic tables contemplating her next move. The
restaurant sat across the street from a night club that had unusual activity
going on at that time of the morning. Feeling she had nothing else to lose
she walked across the street to investigate. She could hear music playing
the closer she came to the entrance and people entering dressed in
beautiful evening gowns with mile high wigs and makeup that would
make Tammy-Faye Baker do a double take.

Walking in she realized this place was unlike any other
she had ever been in. There was a stage up front with people working on
lighting, timing, and placement. They danced and swayed from one side
to the other. She heard new direction being yelled and the stage was
alight and moving to the music once again. The bartenders were setting
up their stations. She heard them placing orders for what they needed to
fully stock for the night. After a second's pause a few lanky boys began
running back and forth. Pretty bottles of every shade were delivered to
each station. Trays upon trays of clean, clinking glassware were
unceremoniously deposited upon the cherry stained bar tops. Fresh fruits
and herbs were brought out also. All of a sudden in front of her, like he
appeared out of thin air, was a man with a clipboard.

She turned to leave, certain he was going to order her out, but
instead he asked her name. She was afraid to give her real name. The
name the state had given her had always seemed to be cursed
anyway. Her eyes darted around the room looking for inspiration
anywhere. They finally fell on something completely out of place in these
surroundings. She was looking at an exquisite tear-drop crystal
chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling.

"My name? Well, my name isitsit's um Chanda. Chanda
Leare," she said with a small, wary smile.

"Good and do you have your own music or will you be
auditioning with something we have?" he asked very sweetly, while he
eyed her coyly.

"Auditioningwhat am I auditioning for?" she asked not sure
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"Why honey your auditioning to be a performer in our little
show," bellowed a loud, husky voice from across the room.

"IIm sorryI dont think this is a good idea," Chanda
stuttered out.

"Sweetheart of course its not a good idea," said the woman from
across the room, "but if we only do things that are good ideas it leads to
one boring ass life," she said with a wink as she sauntered over to Chanda
and slid her arm around the girl's shoulders. "Now Misty has her eye on
you, and I think you got something. Now lets pick you out a song so you
can blow us away," Misty finished with a big smile on her face and
leading her away from the music and down a hallway that had been
marked dressing rooms.

Misty had seen the poor girl shivering in line. It wasnt cold
outside so she knew she had to be scared out of her mind. There was
something in this persons eyessomething that plucked the strings to
Mistys heart. She could sense enough pain from this girl that her heart
melted. It was at first sight that Misty decided the girl had the job. She
couldnt turn her back out into that cruel world. She had to save her
somehow. She took her to the dressing rooms hoping they could find
something that would fit her and then they had hair and makeup to work
on before the auditions could begin. It was Mistys goal to turn this sows
ear into a silk purse so she could easily explain her position of hiring her
against all the other. Those who had obviously been rehearsing their
routines and attempting to psych out the competition.

"Alright Mr. maam. We have make you look a little less like a
little boy playing dress up and a little more like the fabulous diva I know
is buried deep inside," Misty chirped.

Chanda just agreed with whatever this person said. Misty was
nice, and talked to her like a person and not a freak of nature. She seemed
to know what she was doing, and besides she liked it there. Misty
combed through dresses for a few minutes until she squealed and pulled
out a beautiful green sequined mini dress. It had wide straps for the
shoulder, a sweetheart neckline, and fell just above Chandas knees. She
gently took this treasure and walked timidly behind a screen and changed
into it as quickly as she could. It was the most beautiful thing Chanda had


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ever worn and it made her feel wonderful. Misty found shoes that
matched and Chanda could not stop smiling. She felt like Cinderella
getting ready for the ball.

Misty sat Chanda down in one of the chairs and started working
on hair, nails, and make up. Chanda's locks were bound by Misty and
placed under a skull cap. She saw Misty turn and grab a stunning long,
auburn wig. It seemed to Chanda that she was being bathed in a mess of
red curls and waves. Misty expertly applied every cosmetic known-to-
man on Chanda's face, eyes, and lips. Before she knew it Chanda's
fingernails had been transformed from the bitten excuse they had been
into pearlesque emerald acrylics tipped in glittering sliver. As Chanda
admired her new manicure she had not noticed that misty had turned her
towards the lighted mirror. Chanda didnt recognize herself. Shed been
transformed from a girl unsure if she was even pretty into someone who
was beautiful beyond compare. She gently felt her face to make sure she
was really looking at herself. She couldnt believe it. 'Was
this mesmerizing woman really hiding inside me all this time' Chanda
thought to herself.

"Now, go out there and look for Randy. Hes the queen in the
ball-hugging jeans with the clip board. Talk to him about the song youre
going to lip sync to. Try to throw in some dance moves, and just come
right back here after you finish," Misty babbled excitedly and swayed
satisfied out of the room.

Chanda did as she was told. During the audition she stumbled
over her feet a couple times, and missed a few words. She was thankful it
was a closed audition that only had Misty and some really scary looking
black guy. He would lean down and whisper into her ear on occasion.
She would nod and respond into his ear. Chanda did as she was
instructed, but wasnt going to pull that beautiful gown off until she
absolutely had to. She was certain that shed screwed up too much and
that man, who had to be her partner, wasnt impressed.
"Well honey, looks like we have our work cut out for us," Misty declared
as she rushed into the room.

"Whawhat do you mean?" Chanda asked nervously.


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"Well you are just uncoordinated honey, no offensebut Im
going to just say its nerves. Im going to need you here tomorrow so we
can start getting you trained up," Misty said laughing.

"Butyour partner didnt seem to like me that much," Chanda
babbled.

"Partneroh no honey Norman is not my partner, he is the
bouncer. We dont worry about his opinion. Just be here tomorrow about
10 and we will get to work. But, can I ask you something personal?"
Misty asked with hesitation

"Surego ahead," Chanda responded thinking that everything
was going to be over just as soon as it started.

"Do you have a place to stay?" she asked.

"Wellnonot really," Chanda replied ashamed.

"I didnt think so. You just have that look," Misty said eyeing her
up and down.

"What look?" Chanda shot back.

"The look of you dont know what the hell youre going to do,"
Misty retorted.

"Ohthat obvious huh," Chanda replied.

"Yeah baby it is. Lets get you changed and well see what we can
work out," Misty said leaving the room.

After Chandra changed from the beautiful swan back to the ugly
duckling she went out looking for Misty, but instead ran directly into
Norman.

"Ms. Misty said you just rented one of the apartments upstairs.
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"Iwhatokay sure, yeah, I rented one of the apartments,"
Chanda said in confusion and slight elation.

Norman escorted her outside through the entrance and up a side
door. They walked a flight of wooden stairs and he unlocked the door to a
furnished one bedroom apartment.

"Alright, she said you paid the deposit but the rent is going to be
taken out of your paycheck each week," he demanded.

"Thats fine," she replied a little scared.

"You better practice or some shit or you aint gonna make no tips,
ya know. The other boys down stairs make their money from tips or they
have to do other stuff... You got me?" he asked without embarrassment.

"Yeah, Ill get better. I was just nervous," Chanda said making
sure not to make eye contact.

"Alright, oh and Ms. Misty said this hundred was stuck to the rest
of ya money. She said to give it back to you," Norman said as he reached
her a hundred dollar bill.

"Umokaythank you," she said completely flabbergasted.

"Dont be late, and follow the rules and they wont be no
problems," he said as he turned and thundered down the stairs.

Chanda stood in the doorway of the apartment dumbfounded. She
stepped over just to be a little nosy and ended up with a job, and a home,
and what looks like the best friend she never, ever had. She decided that
Chanda Leare had to be luckier than who she had been and that person
was now gone forever and Chanda Leare was here to stay.

She learned the routines quickly and her performances grew
stronger every night. She went from getting a few tips here and there to
one of the highest sought out and generously tipped performers the club
had. She was building a name for herself and when she was named lead
performer she couldnt believe it. But without fail, to have the sweet you
have to taste the sour; her ex-boyfriend saw a poster of her and showed


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up at the club one night. He caused such a scene that Norman had to kick
him out. He was still waiting for her outside the doorway of her
apartment. She didnt know what she was going to do when he grabbed
her until Norman slammed his head into the brick wall, grabbed his arm
that was holding Chandas wrist, pushed him into the street nearly
missing an oncoming car and yelled, "if I ever see your sorry face here
again youll regret it".

"Who da fuck was that piece of shit low life," he demanded.

"An abusive asshole that I never want to see again," she screamed
and ran up the stairs crying. He returned many times after that night, but
made sure to steer clear of Norman. He started sending Chanda
threatening notes making sure he kept her intimidated demanding money
from her. She was getting scared and felt the anxiety rising up inside her
more and more every night.

'What if everybody finds out? How will I ever get out of this
mess' she thought to herself. She thought of all she could lose and she got
further lost in thought. Suddenly a knock came to the door, tap tap tap.

"Yeah, Ill be ready in a minute Norman. Tell them to hold their
horses", she screamed to the closed door. She never expected so many
troubles to come so quickly, and now shes working for Mr. Norris and
Misty. Plus, Mistys been talking about opening her own club and trying
to get Chanda to go with her to be the lead performer there. Chanda
doesnt think Mr. Norris would like that too well. Although she thinks of
Misty as a Fairy Godmother and loves her like family, Mr. Norris could
be scary. In fact Chanda had watched him punch another performer who
talked back to him and then kick the poor thing several times when she
was on the ground. She heard he had mob connections, and from what
she had witnessed at the club over the past year she would believe it.
"Damn it Im coming Norman," she yelled back at the door after another
barrage of loud knocks. "I dont go on for another thirty minuteswhats
the big damn rush," she said out loud to herself or just to no one in
particular. She couldnt take much more, and her trip to the doctor last
week proved she wouldnt be able to perform much more very soon. She
was about to lose her income and her hiding place in a very short time It
seemed there was nothing that was going to get her out of this much
longer. "What the hell am I going to do," she asked herself, and then


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continued the personal dialogue unaware of the doorknob twisting, and
opening quietly, "Why is life so hard for me?" lost in her own little
corner of hell.

Our lives never give us a road map or a crystal ball to see whats
coming next, and Chanda, as shes become known as, is one that never
has an idea of whats coming next. Shes found herself as a female
impersonator at a little night club, in the gay district of L.A. She came to
California in hopes of finding a better life, or at least an easier one. One
away from scandal, destruction, abuse, and harsh perverse people trying
to make her into someone she wasnt. However, all shed found had been
more hardships since shed arrived.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks as the person enters her
dressing room. "I just need a few more minutes, and I will be ready. Hey,
whawhat are you doing with that? Cant we just talk about," she
tried to beg but her pleas fell on deaf ears as the assailant raises an arm
and fires bullet after bullet into her now lifeless bleeding body lying on
the floor. More thunderous sounds from the music out front comes
pouring in, but grows quieter as the door shuts behind leaving only the
lifeless corpse of a broken person within, and the empty hollow sound of
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Chapter 2 Galloping Insanity
Across town, a week later, it was another beautiful, sunny Tuesday in Los
Angeles. The door of the elevator opens and he sees a red brick
wall with a lovely chrome lettered logo. The lettering announces 'Marlow
Investigation Services'. Peter Merchant, a beautiful but sheltered attorney,
steps out and places his briefcase on the floor. He takes in his reflection
on the closed elevator doors. Six feet tall. Trim athletic build. Freshly cut
blonde hair. Blue eyes that always get complimented. Dressed in a
tailored navy pinstripe suit, cream colored dress shirt, and matching
paisley tie. Peter is quite impressed with what he sees, and smiles.

He was east coast blue-blood, old money, with the perfect
educational background. The best European prep-schools to an Ivy
League law degree. He had the perfect job lined up a year before he
graduated law school. The best neighborhood. The biggest and best house
in the gated community fully equipped with English servants that had
only impeccable reputations and references. He was on his way to the
perfect life. In the middle of his dream everything crashed to a halt and
he was expelled unceremoniously to land on his ass in the street.

He could not believe how he had allowed himself to become so
duped by her. The second he saw her he knew he had to have her. She
was a size 2. Blonde wavy hair cascading down her back all the way to
her perfect ass. With bluish-green eyes that could ensnare any mans
senses. She was walking sex appeal and was fully aware of her arsenal. It
was the hottest time of Peters life. After the affair was discovered he
begged her to run away with him but she only laughed in his face and
said, "Junior when you can afford me we might talk about it. Until then
you will be just a lukewarm memory of mediocre sex that was
barely enough to keep me awake."

He pauses to adjust his tie before retrieving his briefcase
and marching up to the 'S' shaped counter. His meeting on this lovely
Tuesday morning was with Richard Saunders, the owner of Marlows
Investigation Services. Marlow's is a detective agency that also offers
legal counsel. Apparently, even though Mr. Saunders is an active member
of the Bar, he doesnt practice law himself. There had been an attorney
but something happened to him almost two years ago from what Peter
heard. Whatever the reason Peter is thankful because this might get him a
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six months since his unceremonious expulsion. Peter desperately needed
to make a good impression. He could not screw this up. Peter knew he
was fully out of options since he had been turned down by every other
law firm in the city, the outskirts, and even the county. Peter was about to
be forced to move back in with his mother in Boston when Mr.
Saunders called him to schedule an interview.

'Alright chief! It is either this... or McDonalds best educated Fry
Cook' he thought to psyche himself up as he walked up and stood in front
of what he could only assume was the receptionist. He looked at the
placard on the desk that read 'Ruby Schwartz' and cleared his throat.

"Excuse me," Peter said in his most professional voice.

The Goth clad girl on the other side looked up at him and rolled
her eyes. She slowly lifted her index finger signaling she would be with
him shortly, and then flashed him a wink and pointed to the telephone
receiver attached to her ear. Peter was completely taken aback! This girl
was an embarrassment to and a stain on even her lowly position. He was
used receptionists who knew their place. Women who would
recognize the fact that a person in a suit was there for professional
reasons. A girl would at least pretend to be somewhat professional. Even
with her awful behavior Peter realized that she was the one who stood
between he and the man interviewing him. He thought it wise to be on his
best behavior.

"Excuse me," Peter said after clearing his throat to gain her
attention.

"Yeah I know hes a total loser Ma. Yeah he did set the couch on
fire. Havent you ever had a bad day? At least hes better than the last
guy. MamaI gotta go. Yeah, theres someone here. Not reallyhe
kinda looks like one of those guys that was born with a stick up their ass
(No offense sweetie, she whispered to Peter), Nah, Ill call ya back later.
Love you too. Yeah, its finego ahead and wake him up. Hes gonna be
late to the parole officer if you dont. Yeah, Ill see you when I get
home," She blurts into the phone, and turns towards Peter, "May I help
you," she asks in a sweet tone.



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Peter felt like he was witnessing an emotional roller-coaster from
the apparent and sudden change in behavior, but was not going to
question this frightening looking individual. "I have an appointment with
Mr. Saunders. The name is Peter Merchant," he proclaims in the most
uptight manner he possibly could muster.

"Well, hiya, Im Ruby, its nice to meet you," she says in a
chipper tone extending her hand, apparently, so he could shake it. He just
looks at her and raises a single eyebrow. He may not want to offend, but
he certainly wasnt going to make nice with the help.

"Ahhhokay, so youre one of those, huh? Okay," the girl smiles
almost too sweetly. "Ill get him for you. You can have a seat right over
there," she says to him pointing two chairs nicely placed by the elevator.
Ruby then swivels her chair back towards the phone, no longer
smiling, and dials in an extension. Before the first signal could be
completed the call is connected.

"Yes Sexy, what can I do you for," the voice bursts out jovially.

"Youve got a Peter," she states nonchalantly into the speaker.

"Yes, and have had for quite some time. But, honey, weve been
through thisyou simply cannot sexually harass me during business
hours. It. Is. Just. Tacky. You have to wait till at least five oclock," the
voice proclaims which brings a smile to Rubys face.

"No, your one oclock is here. Peter (while snapping her fingers
towards him). Um... Hey, dude a little help here... what was your last
name again?" she yells at him showing she has no actual concern for him.
"It is Merchant. Peter Merchant," Peter proclaims very snobby and loudly
as he stands up and grabs his briefcase.

"At ease soldier, were talking," she says sarcastically and
motions for him to sit back down.

"You already dont like him," the voice from the phone asks?

"Cant really say Im a fan, no. He needs to learn some manners,"
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"Excuse me!" Peter exclaims angrily.

"Like listening in on other peoples conversations. Rude much?"
she says while eyeing him up and down.

"Come on Ruby, play nice, no biting the nice man looking for a
job," Dick says trying to sooth her ruffled feathers.

"Butbuthes a douche bagand his tie clashes with the
carpet," she whines like a petulant child.

"No Ruby. Now, let's not keep Mr. Merchant waiting. Please
bring him in," the voice says instantly.

She snaps her fingers at him again as if to say, well lets go, and
Peter follows her in through the doorway. Ruby turns letting him in front
of her and then growls and gives a quick bark making Peter jump a
bit. Side-stepping the girl he walks in to see a man who has his jacket
thrown on a horribly old and broke down sofa. He wears his dress shirt
slightly unbuttoned with a tie nowhere in sight. Peter thought to himself
that this was the most unprofessional business he had ever experienced.
The idea of being a fry cook was beginning to sound more appealing by
the second.

"Thank you Ruby, thatll be all. Oh, and one more thing, the way
your dressed," Dick said as he looks at her with furrowed eyes.
Peter thought, finally something is going to be done with
this woman who is supposed to be working as a receptionist.

"Its for an audition. We talked about it yesterdaythe great role!
Dead Goth Girl Number 3 on one of those crime shows. You remember,
right?" Ruby scoffs as she turns to display her entire ensemble to Dick.
"Yeah, I remember, but are you sure thats how you want to look," Dick
continues.

'What the hell is he doing?' Peter thought to himself 'Hes not
supposed to be helping her, hes supposed to be yelling at her for coming
to work dressed like shes about to be crowned queen of the mosh pit?'
"Yeah, I figure Im perfect for it," she defends.


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"Even in those shoes? What happened to those thigh high stiletto-
heeled boots I gave you for Christmas? Dick questions. "I think that
would go better than those chunky, stubby models from two seasons
ago."
"Yeah, they would... if youd ever get your buddy to bring them
back," Ruby claims with great agitation as she storms out shutting the
door behind her.

"Is she alright?" Peter asks slowly - as not to offend but to imply
that she is just nuts.

"Its just a little werewolf on her mothers side," Dick
says dryly as he closes out some windows on his computer.

"Ohhuh?" Peter stutters out.

"Yeah, its okay. Shes had all her shots. Now would you like to
get down to the business at hand or discuss the unstable receptionist some
more?" Dick asks with a serious tone.

"Oh, Im sorry. Please, the business at hand, sir," Peter bumbles
out nervously.

"Richard Saunders, but everyone just calls me Dick," he claims
extending his hand towards Peter. "Please, have a seat. Do you have a
copy of your resume handy?"

"Oh, yes sir and Id like to say I appreciate you taking time out of
your busy," Peter begins his best interview protocols as he pulls a chair
closer to the desk, but is interrupted.

"Please, no formalities. Were pretty laid back here. I appreciate
the pretense, but theres really no need in all of it. I know you want a job,
and Im looking for a lawyer. Dude, just be yourself," Dick states in a
very monotone and almost detached voice while reading over Peters
resume.

"Alright, well Mr. Saunuh, I mean Dick. I graduated top of my
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then head hunted by a very prestigious law firm here in Los Angeles and
was employed there from graduation ten years ago. Since then I have
decided to change career directions and would like to be with a company
as it grows. I would hopefully be a part of that great climb. You know, be
part of something larger than myself," Peter proclaims with pride, and
assurance knowing hed given a great response.

"Well, thats an, uh, amazing account and if you were running for
Mr. Congeniality Id say you just got my vote! Since you are here asking
me to give you a chance in my already successful business... I think I
would really appreciate a little more honesty," Dick states in a tone that
denotes his unimpressed take on the presentation.

"Uhwhat do you mean? That was the truth," Peter chocks out
reeling from the blunt comment.

"Well, lets see. You were head hunted by Prescott, Albertson,
Thrift, and Schwhitesman ten years ago by Victor Prescott. You were
promoted to associate four years ago placing yourself on the fast track to
partner. Which would have happenedhad you not met Victor Prescotts
wife and started screwing her on the side," he says flatly.

"Well, its a little more complicated than that," Peter stutters out
in embarrassment.

"And then, as if that wasnt enough, dear old Victor has you
blackballed from all prestigious law firms in the city. He went around
telling everyone who would listen that the reason that you were being
fired is that you were embezzling funds from your clients and padding
your billable hours because thats just how those snobby bastards
operate," Dick blurts out in one breath.

"I can see this is a waste of time!" Peter says not masking his
disgust.

"So unless I hire you, you will have to move to another city, open
up your own practice - that you cant afford, or be kicked out on the
street? How my doing so far?," Dick questions.



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"IIwellyou see.IHow the hell did you know all that?"
Peter stutters out in amazement.

"Question, off topic, did you see that big sign behind Rubys desk
when you got off the elevator?," Dick asks flatly.

"Yeah, the one that says Marlow Investigation Services," Peter
answers with caution not knowing where Dick was going with this
particular line.

"Yeah, that one, it basically means we are a detective agency. We
find stuff out about people they try to hide. So, when I ask you for an
honest answer its usually a good idea to assume that I already know
what that answer is and just tell it like it is," Dick says allowing his snide
attitude to show through.

Peter grew tired of this assault and assumed hed already lost all
possible hope of gaining this job. He was broken-hearted and lost. Not
exactly sure what to do, but he knew he had to salvage what was left of
his dignity. He picks up his briefcase from the floor and stands up
heading towards the door to escape this latest embarrassment.

"Oh sit down, and dont be so damn sensitive," Dick demands.
Peter drops his head and returns to his previous seat hoping from Dick
wanting him to sit again that not all was lost yet. Dignity was one thing,
but poverty was strictly another. He grew up without a father, but his
mother was independently wealthy. She provided him with everything
anyone could possibly want including a spectacular string of
independently wealthy step-fathers after his real father disappeared
leaving only a Dear John letter behind.

"The way I figure it is youve been out of a job for a little while
so Im betting you wont mind starting today," Dick asks.

"Wait, youre going to hire me?" Peter asks in shock.

"Yeah, of course Im going to hire you. I mean youre a lawyer, I
need a lawyer, and Im sure this will piss off old Victor Prescott. There
aint nothing I love more than pissing off that old wind bag," Dick
proclaims.


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"You know Mr. Prescottand youre still going to hire me. He
intimidates most people," Peter said still reeling from being hired.

"Know him? Hell, he cheated off of me in Torts class in law
school. Plus it is hard to be intimidated by a man you can remember
being passed out drunk in his own vomit at a frat party with a penis
drawn on his forehead. He was a jackass then, and nothing more than
better dressed now. You seriously need to learn to pick better heroes,"
Dick states with laughter in his voice.

"Thank you SO much for this opportunity Mr. Saunders, I
promise I wont let you down!" Peter proclaims relieved and excited.

"Wait just a second. We have some stuff to discuss, first please
tell me that affair is done with? Its one thing to piss him off, but its a
complete other to rub his nose in it," Dick asks.

Peter just drops his head, and the regret of the affair writes itself
across his face and he replies, "Yeah, its over. Shes not even talked to
me since Mr. Prescott, uh, found out".

"Youre going to realize sooner or later thats for the best. Besides
the last thing I want in this office is a bunch of drama. Listen, how you
live your life is your business, but Ive worked too long and too hard to
build this agency up. I protect it and everyone in it with fierce vigilance.
You understand?" Dick asks as he stares up at Peter.

"I assure you, I will not let my personal life interfere with
anything here, sir," Peter proclaims as if he were being scolded by his
headmaster.

"Lets go over this again, its Dick not sir or Mr. Saunders. Next,
if you think youre personal life wont be drug out here your just fooling
yourself. Hell, Ruby has probably already been through your car," Dick
laughed.

"Well, I locked it in the parking garage so I doubt that," Peter
stated attempting to joke.



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"No, I was serious. She keeps a slim jim at her desk. Shes
probably already been through your car. I would go double check," Dick
says as he motions for him to exit his office.

"Whayoure not serious?she really wouldnt haveOH
COME ON REALLY?" he yells as hes half running and half walking
into the lobby and sees his wallet on the counter.

"Shouldnt leave things like that out to where just anybody can
see them. Youd be surprised what kind of freaks there are out there,"
Ruby says as she looks into a mirror drawing some Vampire bites onto
her neck.

"Yeah, I think Im learning! I would ask you not to go through my
car again, thank you," Peter barks.

"Ill take that into consideration," Ruby says as she picks up his
wallet and begins thumbing through it, "Oh yeah, pay attention to
expiration dates dude. I mean hell, have you been carrying this same
condom since college? I dont even think they make this brand
anymore.."

"Give me that," Peter huffs as he snatches the condom package
from her hands!

"Wow, touchy touchy. So, you work here or not?" she asked.

"Yeah, Dick said I could start today," Peter says trying to calm
down.

"Alright, your office is over here," she says not really concerned
as she walks him around the opposite side of her desk. "Its been pretty
well closed off sincewell, since the last lawyer left. We throw stuff in
every now and then so youve got a lot to catch up on. Happy hunting
new guy," Ruby says as she pushes Peter into the darkened office.

Peter groped around the darkened office until he found a light
switch, but as soon as he illuminated the paper jungle in front of him, he
flipped it back off and yelled, "RUBY."



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Ruby opens up the door startled, gasping, "Whatwhat,
everything okay? What the hell could have happened? I just barely shut
the door. Did something bite you?"

"How long has this office been used as a dumpster?" Peter asked
in an enraged tone.

"Good questionhmmlets seeId say about a year and a
half," she quipped while picking at her black fingernails.

"Is any of this part of the legal department or did you just collect
everybodys garbage from the building?" Peter demands.

"No, its all the legal departments," Ruby told him ever so sweetly
and flashed him a huge smile. Rolling her eyes and smile gone she
continues. "We just dont like paperwork." Ruby seemingly grows tired
of talking to Peter. She flips the light back on, and walks out leaving
Peter there to make some form of order out of the disaster that is his new
office.

After a few hours had passed, and Peter explored the room and
made some headway in organization he discovered a desk. He sorted and
stacked the papers but found a picture folded down and buried under a
stack of stuffed manila envelopes of Dick and a guy smiling hugged up to
one another. He takes the picture out and to the front desk where Ruby
sat applying the hundredth layer of black finger nail polish to her, clearly
un-manicured, fingers. As she looks at him he felt her icy glare. The
womans view could pierce through you, leaving nothing but cold and
despair in its wake. There was something about her that drew Peter to
her, and he knew he wanted to get to know her better but the wall she had
around herself made it crystal clear that he was not going to get that
opportunity easily.

"Um, whos this?" Peter asks as he shows her the photograph. Her
eyes soften and a smile creeps across her face.

"Where did you get that?" she asked, in a voice that was
reminiscent to a child as whom had been handed a hidden or lost treasure.
"Dick and Sam," she replies as she grabs the picture frame and hugs it
closely to her. It was as if the mysteriously missing Sam was hugging her


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back. She wouldnt let go, and a tear managed to form in her eyes as she
squeezed them tightly lost in memory of the apparent lost love.

"Who is Sam?" Peter continues becoming uncomfortable at this
display of kindness from Ruby.

"Was, you mean?" she whispers.

"Huh".

"Who was Sam is what you mean?" Ruby says mournfully.

"Okay, who was Sam?" Peter retorted callously.

"He was the last attorney," Ruby says absently as she strokes the
picture.

"He and Dick seem close in the picture. Im guessing you were
too. Were they related or something?" he asks trying not to pry, but
curiosity was growing about this stranger that was making him feel like
the one being left out.

"They were partners for ten years," she responds.

"Well if they were just in business together I really dont
understand why every time the name is mentioned everybody gets weepy
eyed and cant talk," Peter asked with a confused and stupefied look
frozen on his face.

"Excuse me!?" Ruby asked as her loving face instantly
transformed into a demonic stare. Peter knew in that heartbeat he had
crossed a line, and one that he knew he had to back away slowly from.
"But exactly who in the hell do you think you are you son-of-a-bitch?
This is a family here! We love each other, and dammit we look out for
each other. Right now youre just that weird cousin that we only invite
over because we have to. Youve not been here long enough. Youre sure
as hell not in good enough favor that you can say anything about
anybody," she continued.



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"Whoa I didnt mean to say anything offensive, but I mean
seriously this is just a business," Peter retorted in defense.

"You just dont get it do you? I dont know exactly what youre
used to in that office you worked in, but this is NOT just a business, and
you know what I am not getting another assault charge today! Not
over you. Get back in your office, and do something useful. Oh, and I
would suggest not coming back out here until Im not mad at you
anymore," she hissed.

Peter just stood there dumbfounded for a second until she cocked
her left eyebrow, and started looking through one of her desk drawers.
She had gone from irrational and emotional to cool and calculated
motions as she plundered through her hidden treasure trove within her
desk. Peter couldnt help but attempt to peer into this small but
apparently well stocked torture chamber and noticed spikes, and
electrodes, and he had seen enough.

Peter basically ran back to his office unsure of what was about to
happen, but he was fully aware that he wanted no part of it in the least.
He slammed the oak door shut and sat in the chair behind the desk. He sat
at attention for what seemed like a long time. Finally he confined himself
to the four walls of his office - as if they had created some sense of
protection between him and the wrath of the unstable receptionist out
front. After two hours of steady working he had hoped that Ruby had
been given enough time to simmer down. He had mounted a large
amount of documents that needed to be filed, and some papers that
needed to be sent to the court house, and a pile to be sent out to former
clients. He was certain this office was like no other in the world. He was
outside his element, and was not sure how long he was going to survive;
or if he was going to at all. He took the stacks of papers outside his office
door and looked around hoping nothing would be thrown at him.

Peter was not struck by any flying debris so he made a cautionary
trip to the desk and laid the stacks on top of the counter. Giving specific
instructions to the material and how they were to be handled. He was
then directed to the corner where the temporary file clerks desk sat and
that was where all filings went. He figured since he survived that trip that
others would be safe as long as he followed the rules and did not engage
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A few days past and things did not go any smoother for Peter.
Every time he would try to charm his way past Rubys prickly and fickle
personality he was shot down and then insulted. He grew tired of being
disrespected by an underling. He knew he could not fire her because she,
like himself, was Dicks employee. He knew that a confrontation was
coming and the next snide remark she gave him he was going to have it
out with her lower class ass.

Dick had noticed the growing hostility between the two, and
decided to try to cut it off at the pass.

"Hey Peter, can you step over here for a second?" Dick asked
over Peters extension phone.

"Sure, whats up?"

"Oh nothing, just need to discuss some things with you," he
replied.

"Do I need a legal pad?" Peter asked.

"Oh no, nothing like that. Just come here," Dick said and ended
the transmission.

As Peter crossed the lobby to go into Dicks office, Ruby growled
and barked at him as she had been doing on occasion. Had he not been in
a hurry to speak with the boss he would have put her in her place right
there, but instead decided that Dick was far more important than their
little war.

"Hey Dick, everything okay?" he asked with hesitation.

"Yeah, everythings fine, Ive just noticed you and Ruby dont
seem to be getting along very well and, honestly, that concerns me," Dick
said calmly.

"Well, shes insufferable. Shes not professional in the least. She
is rude. She undermines me at every turn. Quite frankly I just dont see
how in the hell it is that she is working here at all," Peter said flatly.


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"Well, Ruby being here is kind of a funny story really. You just have to
keep in mind that shes highly territorial. You rubbed her the wrong way
the first day and it takes her a while to cozy back up to a person like that.
But, when she does, and she will, she will have your back no matter
what," Dick said trying to reassure Peter.

Look, I know you think youve got some kind of family thing
going on here, but Im going to speak frankly, Peter said defiantly.
Oh please, by all means. Dont let me stand in your way. Whats
on your mind, Dick said.
Well, I just think she tarnishes this office almost like that ugly
ass sofa over there, Peter said pointing at Dicks worn out old couch
against the wall of his office.
The child came into the world quietly on that early October night.
She was so quiet in fact that they were afraid she was dead. She moved
her chubby little cherub hands and feet, but still only barely gave her
young mother a whimper to hold onto. Her fingers and toes were
counted, and the child was hastily wrapped in a blanket by her
grandmother. No hospital for this little bundle of joy. Her mother was
way to paranoid to have her daughter be 'a part of the system.' As she is
given to her mother she opens her already inquisitive eyes, and begins her
exploration of the world around her.

After the sudden death of her grandmother the child's mother
changed drastically. She went from extremely paranoid to full blown,
untreated, schizophrenia. The child was kept inside because of the fear
her mother had about the government taking her away. Though with no
record of birth and no social security number the world didnt know she
existed, and proved it time and time again. She was never allowed to go
to school. The girl learned to read and write from her overly intelligent
mother. The child had a genius level I.Q. by the age of nine-years-old.

she ate whatever her mom brought in the house (uncooked ramen
noodles, cold soup, cereal out of box, crackers, etc), and at 10 years old
was the first time she had to find some kind of shelter to protect herself
from the outside elements. Her mother had caught her playing with her
imaginary friends and in her psychosis addled mind believed she was


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communicating with the government giving out their location and kicked
her out of the house.

Alone and scared she had no idea what she was going to do. She
thought her mom didnt love her, she was cold, hungry, and barely strong
enough to walk. She found a card board box in the neighbors garbage
and pulled it over to her porch along with some scraps she found in the
bags. She ate what she could stomach, and curled into the box to sleep.
The next morning her mother in a moment of lucidness went looking for
her and called her a liar and slapped her across the face when she tried to
explain why she was asleep outside.

The neighbor noticed her sleeping in the box the next morning,
and called social services. It took some convincing and some brute force
from the police officers to get into the house, but finally they were there.
The mother was taken to the nearest treatment facility, and the girl
thrown into a foster home.

The first night was extraordinary. The girl had never had so much
to eat, or slept in such a soft bed but the next day things changed. The
foster mom started her day off drunk, and the foster dad just laid in front
of the television screaming at the top of his lungs for everybody to shut
the fuck up!Dinner was some things thrown together, but it was
nourishing, and certainly more than what she was used to so she ate it
with gusto, and never complained. In facts she never said a word to
anyone. She could speak, but just never really did because she hadnt
been listed to for so long.

There were three other kids inside the house, 2 were fosters, and 1
was the couples biological son. He was the worst. He would tell stories
all the time about how if he told his parents of the kids misbehavior
theyd be beat with a big belt, and thrown into the punishment closet for
three whole days. The girl was terrified and rightly so because she got to
see the kids threat put into action on one of the foster children that had
offended their son two weeks later. The foster kid, a little boy named
Mikey, refused to give the biological kid, Jeff, his favorite toy. Jeff told
his parents that Mikey had kicked him and the foster dad beat Mikey with
an old rugged leather strap until you could see spots of blood on the back
of his shirt then yanked the screaming body up by one arm and threw him
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She complained to the social worker, but was called a liar by all
adults because Mikey was so scared of it happening again that he even
lied for them. She was removed and placed in a group home facility, but
was so quiet that no one noticed her running away until a few days later.

Age 10 came and went, she didnt remember turning 11, and by
age 12 she had forgotten her birthday altogether. She was a child without
a home, without a name, and without anyone giving a damn about her
one way or the other. Her brilliance was unmistakable and she applied it
to her benefit by learning how to adapt to all situations quickly. She
moved from pillar to post like a shadow, and learned how to avoid cops,
theyd only take me back she thought. When she could manage it she
would write letters to her mom in the hospital, but had no way of
knowing if she had gotten them. There were few people along the journey
that she had gotten to know, other runaway kids like herself. They taught
her who would be good to ask for money from, where to look for wallets,
and how to get them without being noticed. She had become quite a
skilled pick pocket but would only use that education when she
absolutely had to. She hated stealing, and only did when she didnt have
any other choice.

Then one day rain seemed as if was never going to stop. It had
been forecasted for days that it wasnt going to let up. You would have
thought this city was Seattle and not L.A. Days like that you simply
didnt want to leave your home, just sit inside and hope that the falling
cascade of the torrential downpours would grow tired of flooding the
streets. She stood in the doorway of an older brick building beside a diner
trying to gain some kind of protection from the ledge above while
clutching onto a cup of something that had long since lost its heat. Brown
hair matted down with a toboggan that had holes all through it, and two
mismatched mittens wrapped up in a ratty blanket all soaked clean
through.

"Gotta a dollar mister?" she asked as Dick tried to get past her so
he could enter the building.

"No money today, sorry," he said trying to brush past. She
bumped into him and they had a slight scuffle trying to maintain balance.
When they finally got past their interaction Dick felt odd. It dawned on


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him that he could no longer feel his wallet in his jacket pocket bouncing
against his chest. 'That little thief,' he thought to himself. He saw her still
in the throng of people trying to scurry away, and ran after her yelling,
THIEF. She tried to run at the sight of him coming after her, but ran
into a light post knocking her down.

"Dont worry little miss, Ill get you a nice dry place to stay for a
while in the county jail," Dick said to her as he hoisted her up over his
broad shoulders and carried her inside.

Once the elevator dinged open Sam came around the corner
carrying a box of Christmas decorations. He came in early to give the
office some holiday cheer since the holidays were approaching. "I figured
since we still didnt have an Office Manager that I would be this years
Christmas elf. Oh wow, whos this?" he asked taking his tinsel 'scarf'
from around his neck.

"A lousy pick pocket that tried to take my wallet downstairs,"
Dick said with all the venom of a pit viper.

"Dick, the poor baby is soaked to the skin and looks absolutely
starved. Honey, whats your name?" Sam asked.

"Dont honey her! She just tried to rob me!" Dick demanded!

"I wouldnt of robbed you if youd have just gave me a dollar!"
The child blurted out.

"See, at least she admits it!" Dick defended.

"What she admitted was she asked you for help, that you could
have provided, and didnt. What kind of man does that?" Sam asked
looking disgustedly at Dick.

"Youre forgetting SHE ROBBED ME!" Dick pointed out -
again - to no avail.

"Do you have your wallet now?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I took it back from her."


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"Well then Ill be willing to state on the record that you dropped
your wallet, and she picked it up and gave it back to you," Sam said
defiantly.

"Wait just one God damn minute," Dick started bellow, but was
interrupted by Sam smacking his hand, and saying, "Dont use language
like that around the baby. Come on honey, come with uncle Sammie and
let the bad man stop being a jackass!" Sam said as he slowly walked to
her and he wrapped his arm around her and lead her to the lobby chairs.

"Oh you can say jackass and I cant say," Dick started but was
interrupted again when Sam looked up from the girl and said, "dont say
that word again in front of her or Ill be forced to slap something far more
sensitive than your hand a lot harder!" Sam warned.

"I dont believe this," Dick said dumbfounded.

"Come on baby, whats your name? Tell Uncle Sammie," Sam
said to her. The girl just shook her head no as tears formed in her eyes.
The child just stared at Sam like he was going to attack her and
waited for the first hit that never came. He just said, "Well honey, if you
don't give me your name... then I will have to give you one myself!" Sam
exclaimed with an almost childlike joy. A smile spread across his face
and he told her, "I believe all children are precious, and youyou remind
me of a very precious gem like a ruby. RUBY! Thats it, Ill call you
Ruby; bold, bright, and true while stubborn and unyielding. Do you like
that? Can I call you Ruby? He squealed.

She just slightly nodded and bowed her head to mask a smile.

Alright Ruby, honey, are you hungry?"

She didnt speak just nodded her head slowly and looked onward
towards Dick.

Oh dont worry about him; youre going to have to learn how to
stand up to him or hes going to bully you all around here, Sam said
pulling her into a sideways hug then looked a Dick and said, Dick go


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downstairs and get her something to eat. Just something to fill her up and
help make her warm." then took out his wallet and tried to hand Dick the
money.

"Im not going to do one damn thing for this little thief," Dick
said stubbornly.

Sam stood up and walked over to where Dick stood stupefied and
swatted him in the balls. "I told you to watch your language in front of
the baby. Now go get her something to eat. I swear! You try to say you
uphold certain standards, and are a gentleman, but youll let a little girl
starve. You should be damned ashamed of yourself," Sam yelled!
"Hey, you just said damned in front of her," he said defensively
while cupping his aching crotch.

"Do you want another bag check or do you want to go get her
something to eat?" hissed Sam losing his cool demeanor with Dick.

"Fine, food it is," taking money and hitting the down button on
the elevator looking over at the girl cuddled up to Sam. When he came
back up carrying a very large bag. The smell hit Ruby like a ton of bricks,
and all she could think was to grab it and devour but she just clutched
tighter to Sam, shivering and still huddled within herself, in fear Dick
would assault her. Sam, held her tightly with one arm and held his cell
phone to his ear with the other.

"Yeah sis, shes like sixteen or something. Real petite. I dont
think she gets to eat much. You got anything at allOkay, yeah just
bring it overJust something dry and warm. Ill get her more later," Sam
said as he hung up the phone.

"Whats all that mister?" Sam questioned Dick.

"I figured I was in a no win situation so I might as well at least be
nice...or Im afraid youll kick my ass. Dick said with a snide grin. He
looked over at Ruby and saw her as a girl and not the pick pocket who
just tried to rob him and he felt a pang of guilt, I got a couple meals.
Thought maybe we could eat with her. Look, Ruby, Im sorry about
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again I dont see any reason we cant be friends." Dick said while
extended his hand to shake hers.

"Thats grown up speak Dick, and Im very proud of you," Sam
said as he watched Ruby sheepishly extend her hand to take Dicks.

That day Sam took Ruby in, and found out that she was actually
eight teen just very malnourished. She had no real education except what
she could learn on the streets. He made sure she was fed, clothed, and
even helped her get her G.E.D. He and Dick in all senses made Ruby as if
she were their daughter so it came to no surprise to either one of them
when she came to Sam and asked if she could change her name and take
his. Sam was elated and agreed with no hesitation although he and Dick
were both concerned that neither of them knew what her real identity was
to them, she was Ruby Schwartz.

One day Victor Prescott decided to pay Dick a visit, and rub in
that hed been forced out of their law firm. One that Dick had built into a
success through the clout of his parents and their friends.

"Excuse me miss, Id like to speak with a Mr. Richard Saunders,"
he said to Ruby.

"Just one minute please," She said and dialed Dicks extension.
"Excuse me but a proper secretary gets the name of whom is trying to see
her boss before she disturbs him," Victor said smugly.

"Yes, Im sorry sir, your name please," she asked politely.

"Victor Prescott. Im sure hell see me," Victor said while looking
around the quaint office.

Dick comes to the lobby and asks what Victor was even doing
there.
"Why I came to see what kind of establishment youve found
yourself in after you had such an unfortunate end at the law firm," he said
coldly and with disdain.

"Well, I have found myself in a place that isnt near you so it is
wonderful you frigging snake in the grass," Dick slung back.


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All the while during this episode Sam was watching from the
background. His maternal nature kicked in until he saw Ruby observing
the exchange and watching Victors every move. He then grew concerned
about what was about to transpire.

"Well, Im just going to say that I cant believe youve fallen even
lower than what I expected from someone like yourself. A pitiful excuse
for a secretary, and some two bit lawyer. Im certain your just scrapping
by here, it almost seems painful to witness," Victor said snottily.
Ruby could tolerate being insulted. Shed had it most of her life. She was
still unsure of Dick and Sam and when they were going to turn into
monsters, but until that day they were the only real people who had taken
care of her. She grabbed her switch blade and quickly came up from
behind Victor, and forced the exposed blade against his jugular.
He could feel the cold steel pressing against his warm flesh and the girl
held him so tight he couldnt move, but when she spoke the tone was
colder than the knife could ever become. "Now listen here bitch. I play
by street rules, and from the looks of you Im sure you dont exactly
know how that works so Ill spell it out for you. You say one more word
that hurts my Dick or my Sammie and Ill kill you in a way it takes days
of agony to live out, and I promise you itll look like a mother fucking
accident you got me?" she asked and when he didnt answer her quick
enough she tightened her grip and screamed, "YOU GOT ME,"?

"Yeyeyes, I got you," he stuttered out.
"Good, now todays garbage day. Im sure you can take yourself out,"
she said and threw him into Dick who immediately punched him in the
face.

"I cant believe, Victor, youd come in here and attack this poor
innocent girl like that?" Dick said

"Iwellyou saw what she had done to me," he blurted out in a
still fearful tone but seeking some kind of vengeance.

"What I saw was you try to force yourself on this little girl and
she had to defend herself," Sam said as he stepped from around the
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"Thats the way I remember it too Prescott. Now, you heard the
girl, take yourself out," Dick said.

From that day forward the three were thick as thieves, because it
was solidified in their minds that they had formed a family: a loving and
maternal Sam, a protective but tough Dick, and their adopted daughter
Ruby.

Present Day

"So you see Ruby doesnt tarnish anything. She just protects her
own; in her own way. Now, I let her be herself because it was such a
struggle for her to even find out who that wasand a part of her is still
looking," Dick said.

"Yeah, but her demeanor in this office is horrible, and the way she
treats me is beyond contemptible," Peter said.

"Give it time, shell warm up to you eventually, but until then
learn something from that story," Dick mused.

"Like what?" Peter asked confused.

"That she dont give a damn to hurt you if the mood so strikes
her, and by God I really believe she would do it. Mind your manners,"
Dick said casually and gestured for Peter to leave his office.

As Peter left he was kind of stunned from what hed just heard
and slightly in disbelief but then he saw he leaning up against the wall of
her desk picking her nails with a switchblade knife. She looked up at him,
cocked her head, and asked, "Dont you have work to do? Dont make
me - make you - my prison bitch!"







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Chapter 3 The Lady in Red
The first day was finally over, and Dick allowed Ruby to dismiss him.
God I hate her. Im going to have to do something about her before its
over, he thought to himself. Dick had assumed that Peters money was
getting low so he gave him a hundred dollars to tide him over till pay
day. It was a kind gesture, and had Peter not been so desperate he would
have never taken it. But that little bit allowed him to go home with some
hot take out and not watch television. He sat on his sofa and stared at a
wall that once held his 72 inch flat screen and his stomach sank a little
lower.
For the past month hed been getting small loans from his mother
to scrape by, and she insured that he knew that it was to immediately be
paid back as soon as it could be; and shed even called in one small
amount last week. Not only did it wipe out all of the money that he had,
but he had to sell off more of his stuff to cover it and have enough to
keep the lights on. Mr. Current Husband is overly picky about the
amounts of money spent, and speediness of repayment. Hes a grown
man now and should be able to make a living on his own. We are not
going to support him while he lives it up in California, Peter overheard
during a conversation he had with his mother asking for more money.
He would have been perfectly fine had Victor Prescott not had his
assets frozen for the investigation of fraud, embezzlement, and padding
hours. Peter had never stolen a dime in his life, and was mortified that he
was now seen as a thief and a swindler. He was neither of those two
things, only an adulterer who happened to fall for what was, painfully
obvious, the wrong woman. She brought excitement and adventure into
Peters deeply vanilla life. Their afternoon tryst in the copy room or the
night in Mr. Prescotts office on his desk, and the several other times in
other nooks and crannies just under her husbands nose were times Peter
could always look back on fondly. But then his world came crashing
down around him when he was confronted with surveillance footage
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Peter was unsure about his job at Marlowes Investigative
Services. Hed always plotted out his life, and navigated it to the best of
his ability. Not once did he think hed be working for such an eccentric
son of a bitch and having to deal with weapons toting sadist receptionist
as if she were in anyway his superior. This is not how his life was
supposed to be, and it wasnt supposed to turn out this way! He knew that
having an affair with the bosss wife was a mistake, but he never knew
that it would confine him to hell. I cant go back to that place. Nobody
in their right mind could work in that office, he said aloud to himself.
But he looked around his empty apartment and realized he didnt have
much choice in the matter. His television, and surround sound system,
along with his computer, and several other trinkets had to be sold or
pawned just to make ends meet when his mother would grant him the
money to keep them.
He felt like a failure in every way: hes lost a lofty career that he
worked ten years to earn, hes now being bossed around by an
uneducated sociopath, his real boss is some lunatic queer that thinks hes
a detective from a crime novel, and all his work and accolades thrown out
the window and he has nothing to show for his efforts but a stack of
unpaid, overdue, bills and the money in his pocket that Dick gave him.
He soul searched and thought long into the night about his options, and
what can be done. He had gone as far as applying to firms back east but
with his accounts frozen and an open investigation placed over his head
no one would touch him. So he was forced to continue working at
Marlowes for Dick if he wanted to practice law at all. Finally falling
asleep he was haunted by nightmares of Ruby chasing him around the
office with various weapons or Dick trying to come on to him; and he
was unsure which made him more frightened.
When Peter woke up the next morning he was still haunted by the
vivid ghosts of his dreams, and wanted several times to call and say that
he didnt think itd work out but just couldnt do that and cut off the only
source of income hed had in a long time. This time need was out
weighing want and so he figured this was part of his pennants he was
going to have to forego and payoff. He arrived at the office shortly after


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Ruby had, but Ruby was still in Dicks office. No doubt talking to him or
waking him up and getting him rousted so that he can be alert enough to
come up with some wild insult or demeaning task for Peter to do. He just
tried to make an unnoticed trip into his own office an bury himself under
some work, but half way he realized he needed to talk to Dick anyway.
Oh great, so lets let the games begin, he thought to himself as he
turned and walked over to tap on the door frame of Dicks office.
Yeah my boy, come in. Dick yelled.
How can you sleep on that old couch? It looks so uncomfortable.
Good morning Ruby, by the way. Peter said feeling the need to
acknowledge Ruby, but she just growled at him in response.
Alright, so, um DickI was needing to leave at lunch next
Tuesday. Peter said with hesitation.
Alright, but why? Dick asked with true concern.
Well, I have to meet with an attorney at the public defenders
office over this stupid fraud case. Peter replied with much
embarrassment.
The Public Defenders? You cant get one of those guys, youd
end up in the electric chair or some shit! Dick yelled!
Yeah, well I cant afford a good lawyer, none of my friends are
talking to me, and I cant represent myself so they are my only option. A
defeated Peter moaned.
I can represent you. Dick offered.
I thought you didnt practice anymore? Thatthats why you
hired me? Peter asked confused.
I try not to, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So,
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Yeah, thatd be incredible. Umhow much are you going to
garnish out of my paycheck though. Basically, whats it going to cost
me? Peter asked.
See, ungrateful jackass! This is exactly what I was talking
about! Ruby yelled!
Hes just not used to how things work around here Ruby. Give
him time to at least get his feet wet before you have him tarred and
feathered. Peter, in this office the only one who pays for legal
representation is me. Its not gonna cost you a dime. Dick said casually.
I cant ask you to do that. I mean its going to be a lot of work
with research and everything. It wouldnt be right. Peter said
embarrassed.
And what would be right, me charging someone who I know
cant afford me as a lawyer to get him out of charges I know he didnt
do? Dick asked incredulously.
Well no, but, I was always taught you have to pay your own way
in this world. Peter said defiantly.
And you will. Youll pay your way out of this by being the best
damn lawyer you can for this firm in representing me and the people who
walk through our doors. Thats all I ask. So, are you in or out? Dick
asked losing patience.
Yeah, I would appreciate it so much. More than you know.
Peter relented thankfully towards Dicks generous offer.
Alright, Ruby have Peter sign a Letter of Representation, then
fax it to the Prosecutors office, and call asking for a copy of the evidence
against our Mr. Merchant. Ill look over it and well prepare a defense
after. Sound like a plan? Dick asked then dismissed the troops with their
individual assignments.
Peter felt a little relieved and a little anxious. Hed always heard
that Dick was a shark in the courtroom, but also knew he was kind of a


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loose cannon and with his history with Mr. Prescott he had no idea what
was going to happen. The idea of jail scared him senseless; and with Dick
in control of his future and now his freedom he was afraid of what all was
going to have to be done to repay this man. His kindness is too
overwhelming and a little too unbelievable. He has to want something in
return. Ill do a lot of things, but I aint going to have sex with him.
Peter thought to himself as he walked with Ruby to her desk to sign the
necessary documents.
Okay, Mr. Merchant I believe your familiar with the Letter of
Representation, and its ramifications. If I could please get you to sign
here, and initial here for me well get everything taken care of. Ruby
said with a demur smile that Peter had never seen before and quite
frankly frightened him slightly.
Umwhen did you start being nice to meits kind of
unsettling? Peter asked afraid to make a move towards the desk in fear
of a trick.
Youre a client now. So, when were discussing your case I will
treat you like a client. Otherwise Im going to treat you like the douche
bag you really are. She said not looking at him lost in putting together a
client file for Peter and he was having an internal monologue, thats
more like itWAITWHATOh damn it Im getting used to her.
He signed the contract and bowed his head out of embarrassment
then walked into his office defeated. He was more than thankful that Dick
had offered to help him. He had hoped in the back of his mind that he
would, but would never ask for such a huge favor. He resolved in that
moment to live up to the restrictions of their bargain and be the best
damn lawyer he could for the firm and never forget what Dick was doing
for him. He looked at his desk and just shook his head at the mountain of
unresolved paperwork in front of him and tried to develop a strategy and
dove in head first.
On one of Peters many trips to Rubys desk bringing paperwork
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a figure. Her body was stunning in that red dress, and her blonde curls
cascaded down her shoulders, but her face was hidden under the brim of
her matching crimson hat. Peter was fascinated, and wanted to see more
of this woman but it was obvious she was aware of what she wanted, and
knew her way around the office. Ruby had noticed her instantly, and a
smile spread across her face. She runs out from behind the desk, and
takes the woman into a hug. This seductive crimson clad vixen allowed
the embrace, and even hugged her back.
Is he in, she whispered into Rubys ear with a sultry voice that
instantly made Peter see images of Kathleen Turner.
Of course he is: announce or surprise? Ruby asked with gusto
and great enthusiasm.
No, this is business. Lets be professional. She said in a lilting
tone.
There was something off about this woman Peter noticed, but
couldnt put his finger on it. It wasnt the walk, it sure as hell wasnt the
look, but the voice. Something was weird about this stunning creatures
voice. He also noticed her hands were large for a woman like her. He was
unaware of what to think of her. He was attracted to her physically but
the chemistry he normally felt in the presence of a beautiful woman was
mysteriously absent. He was partially afraid Dick had started putting
some kind of homo-voodoo on him or if there was just something wrong
with his libido in general. Eventually he resolved that it was a problem
best left without concentration at this point in time and returned to his
work unceremoniously.
An hour had passed since the hypnotizing woman in red had
graced the lobby of Marlowe Investigative Services and Peter was still
unable to shake the thought of her from his mind. He had managed to
filter through contracts that needed to be recorded so he walked them to
Ruby. He was standing at Rubys desk giving her list of assignments
regarding the contracts, and trying to be his most gracious gentile self as
to not offend her again when he heard the intercom from her phone buzz.


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Ruby, have you seen Peter?
Yeah, Im standing right here Dick. What can I do for you?
Peter responded without forethought.
I think he was talking to me! Is your name Ruby? she hissed
and glared at him as if to say he needed to learn some manners quick.
But he wanted me. I just figuredwell that IdDick, what do
you need? He asked with obvious frustration getting tired of the
eggshells he was tip toeing on.
Hey great timing. Step over here for a minute. When we have a
client its always important to have the lawyer set in on the meetings.
Dick said with no agitation in his voice, but merely taking on the tone of
a caring instructor who was wanting to see his pupil succeed, and the
Peter heard him say, Hes new and dont know all the rules yet, as the
call disconnected.
Well? Ruby huffed looking him over with her one cocked
eyebrow.
Well what? Peter asked confused.
Get in there! Dont keep them waiting! Did you forget we work
here for a living? She demanded!
Oh yeah, sorry! He said as he danced his way over to Dicks
door thinking to himself before he went in that he shouldnt be
apologizing to her, and that he would eventually have to confront her
about her attitude and demeanor. He had some big changes in mind on
how to get that office lined out to be more professional and will be
presenting them to Dick as soon as he had the opportunity.
Peter entered the office and overhears the woman talking to Dick.
I just dont know what happened, and you know the cops are useless in
cases like this. Its not like I have to explain to you about how they treat
the community. The red lady stated in a relaxed tone as she lounged in
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Her smoky voice continued to call to Peter, but he still felt no true
attraction to her, just fascination with her voice and general look. It was
more of an appreciation than an attraction; which was unsettling to Peter.
Yeah, of courseI understand Misty; believe me if anyone does
I do. Dick responded with a lilt of understanding and suppressed rage.
They just investigated for two days then ruled it a hate crime.
Not bother looking for who killed the poor thing. It was just all so
tragic, Misty explained while wiping a tear from her makeup stained
eye.
Peter stood at the door, just observing the exchange. The
womans hat was now removed, and he got a clear look at her face. She
was beautiful, there was no question. But, something was still off and
making him leery. The more she spoke and the closer he stared the more
questions developed in his mind about this mysterious woman before
him.
Mr. Merchant, this is Ms. Misty Taylor, and Misty this is Mr.
Merchant our new Lawyer, Dick introduced casually during the
exchange.
Peter extended his hand offering to shake Ms. Taylors, and when
she grasped his and squeezed there was a hidden strength behind the
grasp. It was far more firm than he had ever felt from a woman, but then
he deviated his glance from her in the face, and there he saw the missing
piece of the puzzle; an Adams apple. Oh my god he thought to himself,
This is a man.
Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Merchant, the deep voice shot out shattering
Peters sense of reality. He had never dealt with someone like this, and he
was just aware of how far out of his element he truly was. He was never
brought up around people who werewell this different.
He stuttered out, Uh, just fine thank you. Um, can someone catch
me up here pleaseDick?


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Ms. Taylor is the proprietor of a lovely alternative lifestyles
establishment for adult entertainment. Recently, there was an attack on
one her headline, and because of the sensitive nature and lifestyle of this
person its been ruled as an unsolvable hate crime. Unfortunately the
name on this poor persons application was a stage name, and Ms. Taylor
would like us to find out more about him so that she can contact the
family if there is one, or at least lay him to rest using his real name
instead of John Doe herself. Dick explained, but couldnt help but notice
the ashen expression on Peters face and take great amusement in his
ghastly surprise.
This establishmentexactly what is it? Peter choked out trying
his best to not step on any more toes today, but in desperate need for
some understanding. Peter felt hed opened a door and tripped into the
Twighlight Zone. He half expected at any moment to hear a voice over of
Rod Serling explaining the perplexing paradox that he was now existing
in.
Seriously, Dick when did you become so professional? Honey,
its a gay bar, and somebody killed one of my queens. Misty clamored
out with a laugh. The poor baby didnt really know anybody, and well
just seemed so lost you know. Lonely kinda, and even though Im sure
she had to have a rough life, I want her to have some respect in death.
Can you understand, and help me? Misty said casually and emphasizing
gender to correct the incredibly wrong Dick.
It was obvious that she was oblivious to Peters chagrin, and was
shocked at Dicks behavior.
Misty, you know were going to help you! Its not even a
question. Dick admitted with easily. If its okay with you well go over
and look through her dressing room. Maybe theres some stuff in there
that will help a little. Dick declared to comfort and also to develop a
game plan. Oh yeah, do you know where she lived? Im sure well find
out something there. He finished hoping for a little more information
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Oh yeah, of course. She rented an apartment above the club. Its
1A. When you come over Ill give you the master key. Misty spoke up
quickly in excitement that he was going to help. She wondered if he
would due to their checkered past.
Hell then, Im surprised youve not looked yourself. Youve
never really been what someone could consider shy. Dick said perplexed
at Mistys failure to nose around the apartment herself.
WellI would have exceptI just couldnt bare it Dick.
Chanda was special to me and it just brought back so many horrible
memories. Misty commented unable to look Dick in the eyes.
YeahIIm sorry. That was rather insensitive of me. Alright,
whats left in the dressing room where she was found? He asked trying
to redirect the conversation away from their personal issues.
The cops didnt leave much in there. They ransacked the place,
but took enough that it could be considered investigating I guess. Her
application was misleading, and really I didnt pry too much into her
private life. I just tried to help her out, so, Im really at a total loss. Why
else do you think Id even come here Dick? Seriously, you know youre
the last person I want to ask for help! Misty shouted out expressing
disdain and offense at Dicks casual and unconcerned demeanor.
Alright, calm down. Its just not like you to not have a detailed
profile on the people you have in that club, Dick defended himself
trying to get her and himself to calm down.
Well, some things have changed sincewell, a little while ago.
The club isnt exactly how you remember it. I just dont want you to be
surprised when you get there. Misty said beating around the bush of and
trying to mask her actual point. Dick noticed there was something left out
and was about to interrogate when Peter cut him off.
Wait, did you say wed, as in me and you? Peter spouted out of
nowhere as if hed just checked into the conversation. Youre wanting
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Of course youre going to the investigation! Gotta make sure I
dont do something illegal. Why do you think I hired a lawyer? Dick
demanded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
A thousand thoughts ran through Peters mind in record time. He
didnt want to go to this type of place. He wanted to stay in his nice and
somewhat safe office. He thought to himself that hed rather deal with the
wrath of Ruby than face an unknown group of people he was somewhat
intimidated to go around.
He leaned in and whispered into Dicks ear, Ive never been to a
gay bar Dick. Will it be okay? I mean theyre not going to try
anythingare they? Peter asked confused and scared.
Good looking guy like you, Im sure you can swing a date for
prom. No worries! Dick shot back just so he could watch Peters sense
of reality shatter to pieces.
Not what I meant, Dick. He retorted in offended disdain.
Then Im confused, Dick retorted with a Cheshire cat grin
plastered across his face.
Even though Misty was enjoying the silliness of their exchange
she realized the fleeting time and decided it was time to go. Ill see you
boys soon. Ill even make sure the kids are on leashes for the new guy.
she retorted in jest as she sauntered out of the office.
Dont hurt that most of them have their own does it? Dick
yelled after her, then turned his attention back to Peter who was standing
with a stupefied looked on his face, Soare you and Ruby playing
nicely together? he asked trying to bring Peter back into the world of the
living.
Yeah, we had a slight misunderstanding earlier. But, I think its
over now, Peter said as his face grew a new shade of red from
embarrassment about being bullied by the receptionist.


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Wait, you and Ruby had a misunderstanding? Did you say you
were sorry? Dick exclaimed in excitement showing true concern for
Peter.
I didnt do anything wrong, Peter defended himself confused
about how Dick instantly blamed him for her horrid behavior.
I didnt ask if you were guilty! I asked if you said you were
sorry! Dick retorted with urgency and growing pressure to his voice.
Um, no I didnt. I just went back to my office and went to work,
Peter stated simply completely taken aback to Dicks behavior.
Oh hell boy, we gotta go! Shit we have to get out of here before
the fireworks start! Dick stated as he jumped from his desk and scattered
to the door to the elevator. Hey, you coming? He yelled back at Peter
questioning as to why in the hell the boy wasnt able to take a hint.
Id really rather not, Ive got so much work to catch up on,
Peter yelled back smoothly thinking he may be able to escape this
investigation at the homo corral.
No Dick, let him stay here with methere are somethings Id
like to show him, Ruby hissed peering around to look inside Dicks
office at Peter as if he were standing there with a bulls eye on his chest.
Shockwaves jolted through Peters body from the way Ruby was
leering at him. He didnt remember seeing a crossbow at her desk but
suddenly wouldnt be surprised if there was one. Getting deeply in touch
with his fight or flight responses he kicked in his mobility functions of
his body making his way to the elevator saying, yeah, DickumIm
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Chapter 4: What Once Was Lost
Misty Water Memories Gay Bar and Lounge, or Mistys Place
as its more commonly called was established three years after Sam and
Dick met and one year before they were married, and served a varying
host of people including Dick and Sam who could be found there nearly
every night. Neither men were huge fans of clubs, but they were the
biggest fan of Misty. She was the third Musketeer in their rag tag band of
misfits. Ruby, of course was their own personal Dartanian but didnt
include her in the trips to Mistys due to Sam always being the mother
hen afraid shed be introduced to the wrong element, and Dick afraid that
she would be crowned the wrong elements queen.
There were two brown leather topped stools located at the corner
of the bar that were dubbed the Dick and Sam stools. Everyone who was
a regular knew never to approach them, and anyone new would soon be
educated as to the significance to the vacant yet occupied thrones. The
boys would sit on their stools while Misty would lean graciously on the
bar greeting people as they walked in and then turning to Sam and Dick
to say her snide comments.
Thinking of Misty as a man was a foreign concept to Dick since
hed never met her before she started her transition. She was standing in
the office a week after itd been open bearing a striking resemblance to
Kathleen Turner talking to Peter about being late for her hormone
injection. He gathered from the comment that she didnt start as a vigina
toting member of the species, however as far as Dick was concerned it
didnt matter. They were introduced by Sam, and it was kismet instantly
and from that point the three were instantly bound together until Sam
died.
After Sams was found dead Misty blamed Dick. She just needed
somewhere to place her grief and Dick was the easiest target since he felt
responsible instantly. This trip to the club will be the first time hed
stepped foot inside since that horrible night a year and a half ago. Dick
had heard it had gone downhill, and that there were now a lot of shady
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Mistys wrath or accusations until now. Now, she needed his help. She
had came to him specifically and he refused, under no circumstance, to
let her down.
Peter and Dick sat outside the club in Dicks car for a few minutes
before going into the club. Peter was still trying his best to talk Dick out
of making him go inside. He was nervous about how he would be
received, and what could possibly happen. Hed never heard of an
investigator taking his lawyer with him everywhere he went, and was
going to stand by that argument. He wanted desperately for Dick to relent
and allow him to stay in the car. While Dick was cautious about entering
the threshold of his and his lovers old haunt. Every board would hold
some form of memory, from the bar stools, to the place he proposed, to
the little dark corners theyd sneak off together for privacy, and where the
all three of them had their best times just being together.
I just dont know why you needed me tagging along to this club
with you is all Im saying. There is stuff in that office that hasnt been
taken care of in over a years time and quite frankly I think my time
could be better served dealing with that! Besides, its not like you will
need your lawyer doing investigationsI mean thats not what lawyers
do Dick! Peter pleaded in a futile attempt to persuade Dicks incessant
insistence.
Would you stop acting like such a baby? Its just looking around.
Here, try this, think of it like youre Perry Mason, and you want sew your
case up in a nice little package, Dick retorted.
Offended and defensive Peter blurted out, Is that a dig or
something. I mean do you think Im gay, is that it? Because I can assure
you Im not. Im straight, straight as an arrow!
I never said you were gay! Dude seriously, what is your
problem? Dick asked confused, but starting to enjoy watching his
counterpart become so frustrated.


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You called me Perry Mason, youyou dont think I know what
youre really trying to say? Peter yelled out in paranoid rage!
Yeah, he was that lawyer from TV. Him and his wife
investigated the cases together and solved mysteries. Dick said with a
confused look plastered across his unshaven face.
Peter was uncertain if Dick was really that clueless or if he was
just trying to play devils advocate, but either way he was not pleased
with the aforementioned situation nor was he a fan of the situation
developing before him.
First off that wasnt his wife; it was his assistant. Second of all,
Raymond Burr was gay Dick. Everybody knows that! Peter said with a
scowl.
Nah, youre confused or just paranoid. You gotta be thinking
about somebody else. Dick muttered getting lost again in his own
thoughts.
No, seriously! Raymond Burr was gay! Peter yelled!
Not every actor is gay Peter. Dick muttered absent mindedly to
Peter.
Let me guess you didnt realize that Rock Hudson or Liberace
was gay either? Peter clamored out in his defense against Dicks parade
of ignorance.
Look, Im glad youre trying to get into the spirit of this case and
all, but seriously dude youre going to have to stop making stuff up like
that! Those people actually lived here and you know they still have fans.
And, when you try to say stuff like that those fans get mad, and there is
nothing worse than a pissed off geek. Believe me I know. Ill never forget
what I did to thatyou know what, never mind. Just knock that stuff out
okay? Dick blurted out growing tired of the conversation.
Im telling you that they were gay man! You know what, its not
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realized he wasnt getting out of doing this and no amount of argument
was going to release him.
Yeah, Id be careful about those phrases too. Youd be surprised
what people will take as a come on in these places. And, you may be able
to make it in jail, but this is a whole different world. But, come on boy
wonder, we got work to do! Dick yelled out as he was getting out of the
car.
Youre calling me Robin from Batman now! Seriously Dick, Im
not gay! Peter yelled to Dick as he crossed the street to the entrance of
Mistys place.
They entered under the rainbow flag and blue flashing neon sign.
Peter was taken aback at the difference between what he had imagined
and how this bar was in reality. Past the entrance was a long counter with
a cash register, but beyond that was bar that reminded Peter of the old
television show Cheers, but with a dance floor. There was a set of steps
leading upstairs immediately past the counter, and a glass door that was
propped open to the left of the bar. On the back wall behind the
mahogany bar he noticed some cages, and benches. Another door leading
outside to what appeared from his angle to be a vibrantly painted deck.
When Peter imagined a gay bar this is not what he had in mind. He
assumed there would be half naked people walking around with leather
masks and a riding crop draped over their shoulder. This place looked
respectable-ish, and was better laid out and decorated than the night clubs
hed visited when he got adventurous in college.
Hey hey Dickwhere do those stairs go? Peter whispered in
Dicks ear.
Im not expert, but in my opinion they go upstairs, Dick said in
a nonchalant tone as he peered out looking for Misty in the crowd of
painted up drag queens and black tee-shirt clad bouncers.
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Its another bar, some sofas and chairs with cocktail tables.
People go up there because its quieter and more intimate. Dick
explained seriously.
The word intimate sent Peters head reeling into a perverse
universe thinking that all gay people were only after sex. Not
understanding that this place, this bar was a safe haven. Somewhere that
people who were shunned by most of society could go to meet with
friends, or just merely be themselves without judgment or shame. He
didnt understand the complexities of what homosexuality truly was. It
wasnt that he had problems with gay people, its just something he never
had to think about so he didnt.
He decided that asking more questions would probably lead to
more awkward answers than he was willing to absorb in one day, and
resolved himself to merely complete the task that was laid in front of
him.
Alright Sherlock, what do we do first? Peter asked Dick in a
hope that it would just lead him to a quick escape from this
uncomfortable situation.
Well first we need to look at the drag queens dressing room. I
mean all were really trying to do is find out who this person was. Dick
said shrugging his shoulder and then finally spotting Misty.
Dick was enjoying watching Peter squirm in this environment. He
thought maybe now would be a good example for Peter of how life for
him and those like him felt every day. Peter was not the odd man out. He
was the one trying to hide his real identity with his mind racing on ideas
of how to escape awkward situations if they arrive.
I give up. Alright, where are the dressing rooms in places like
this? Peter asked while silently praying for a simple answer.
You see over there by the stage? Dick asked as he pointed to
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YeahI see it. Peter said as he dropped his head realizing hed
stepped into another mistake.
That hall way with the big white sign that says Dressing rooms,
and a finger pointing down that hall? Dick asked in a bemused fashion.
Yeah, I got it! Peter stated shaking his head in disgust.
I dont think its a bad idea to start with, ya knowjust sayin.
Dick responded laughing to himself.
Just come on and lets get this over with! Peter replied allowing
his agitation show.
Misty sees Dicks stare and saunters over to him with a fake smile
plastered across her overly made up face placing her hands on Dicks
shoulders and then bumped cheeks with him attempting to fain a hug.
Dick came rocketing back to reality when he noticed there was a new
look in Mistys eyes; one he never saw before and it was one of fear. He
was encouraged to find out what this look was about, but was stopped
before he could ask by a tall man wearing a bouncers uniform looking as
if he were a overly stuffed bag of meat.
His massive arms were crossed against his broad chest. He
looked down on Dick, but Dick never wavered or showed any sign of
intimidation. He actually applied a smirk to his face that made it appear
as if he were looking for trouble.
Fellas only staff and performers are allowed back here. You
need to go on back where you came from, the mammoth bouncer
explained with a stone face.
Yeah, but what if we dont wanna? Dick asked with a smirk.
Dick did not appreciate anyone trying to push him around or force
him to do anything he didnt want to do. He figured this bouncer was
used to people being intimidated by him, and always getting what he
wanted out of fear. Dick had the fear driven out of him when Sam
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Then Ill have to make you, the bouncer said getting agitated.
Its okay, I give them permission, Misty chimed in. Peter had
been getting nervous at this whole scene. He didnt want to be there, and
he sure didnt want to get into a fight with a man that was bigger than he
and Dick put together.
Alright you can go, but just this once. You want me to escort
them Ms. Misty, the bouncer asked?
No, its okay Ill go back with them, she cooed to the bouncer.
As they walked the darkened corridor to the dressing room they
had noticed the wear and tear of poor maintenance. This hall way wasnt
seen by the general population so it wasnt as big of a concern and it fully
showed. They passed a couple doors until they reached one that had a
glittered star and the words, Chanda Leare emblazoned on it. Dick
laughed to himself, not only due to the funny stage name but the look on
Peters face that screamed panic. He knew how uncomfortable Peter was,
and was glad to see it. Dick however was thrown back in time to a night
that he, Misty and Sam occupied that room before the club was officially
a club. Three people sitting around a freshly opened bottle of champagne,
clinking glass and listening to Misty prattle on about her dreams of what
were to come. She was so hopeful, Sam was happy and poking fun at his
brother who was in the process of becoming his sister, and Dick was just
in love. He couldnt take his eyes off Sam regardless of how long theyd
been together he couldnt help but fall deeper in love every time hed see
him.
When a thought struck Dick, and he was rocketed back to reality.
Hey, Misty, I thought you were the owner? Why is your bouncer
giving you orders and restrictions, Dick asked sharply?
Well, to be honest hes not really MY bouncer. Hes my
partners; Mr. Norris. I ran into some money trouble a year or so ago, and
Mr. Norris at first was going to give me a loan, but then decided to just
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my stock. I had no other choice, so technically he owns the place, and
really he kind of owns me too. Thats one of the reasons I loved Chanda.
She was such a talented boy. I mean you could not tell that she was not
born a woman, and so shy. Wouldnt even get dressed in front of the
other performers. I mean until I gave him her own dressing room, he
would show up here dressed and ready to go, Misty informed.
Why didnt you come to me? You know I would have helped
you, Dick said in a disgusted tone.
Well, its not as if youve done too much to help me or my
family in a couple years. I just figured this would be history repeating
itself, She threw back coldly.
Dick decided ending this case as soon as he could was in his best
benefit, and allowed Misty to be distracted by Peter while he explored the
room. There wasnt much that could be gone through; the shabby room
only housed an half empty dressing table and a portable clothes rack
filled with bright and colorful costumes he assumed belonged to Chanda.
He took a seat at the dressing table and started riffling through the
drawers when he noticed one sticking. He at first started to yank at it, but
then stuck his hand through the crack in hopes of moving the obstacle.
He nearly had the block cleared when from behind him he heard the
bouncer.
Alright, Mr. Norris said youve had enough time. You gotta go,
and he wants to talk to you Ms. Misty in his office. He also said that
theres no need to waste any more money on some nameless freaks so we
wont be needing your services anymore fellas.
I dont quit a case, and just so you know nobody in this place is a
freak. Well except maybe you and Mr. Norris. I dont give a damn what
your view of life is, but buddy you need to learn some respect and some
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You know what Ive just about had enough of you for one day.
You ether get the hell out or somebodys going to have to carry you out!
You got me?
Peter chiming into the escalating conversation, Uh, Dickdo
you remember how you wanted me to keep you from doing something
stuerrillegal. Well this is one of those things. Its okay sir, were
leaving right now. There is no need to get physical or anything. Dick lets
go.
Nah, I think Id rather see if this gorilla can waltz me to the door
or not.
You better listen to the little womanDickits time to go, the
bouncer stated as he took additional steps towards the unmoving Dick.
Misty and Peter then grabbed Dick by the arm and started pulling
with all their might as Dick struggled to get free until he realized he was
fighting a losing battle and yelled back towards the bouncer, Dont
worry, this is not over I promise.
Dick was fuming at both Peter and Misty for removing him from
the altercation. A part of him desperately wanted to hit that smug bouncer
hard with everything buried deep within him, but he knew that within
time hed find a way to pay this arrogant son of a bitch back for his
behaviors that day. Stopping his captures from dragging him, he
straightened his jacket and readjusted his shoulders then swaggered to
through the entrance of the bar back out onto the street followed closely
by Peter and Misty.
Dick, baby, Im sorry I got you in the middle of this. I guess its
not really that important. I mean hell, if his family hasnt been looking
for him they dont really care. Lets just say you did your best, and if you
send me a bill for what all youve done Ill send you a check. I promise
Mr. Norris bark is much worse than his bite. Hes actually kind of a
sweetheart, Misty stuttered out nervously knowing Dick was still a bit of
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You know I cant just let this go. For you to come to me, of all
people it has to be important, Dick said softly as he hugged Misty, then
stepped closer to the door to speak loud enough so that everyone inside
could hear him say, and Im not just going to let somebody push me
around, I dont care HOW MANY STEROIDS THEY TAKE!!.
Hey Mistyis it still there or did you have it sealed off, Dick
asks distantly as if he were plotting something.
No, honey its still therebut Dick what are you thinking, she
responds hesitatingly.
Does that pussy Norris and his little queef know about it or is it
still mine, yours, and Sams secret, Dick asked as if horns were
sprouting from his head?
No, its just between us girls but you have to get to the dressing
rooms to even use it Dick. Theres no outlet outside. You know that. Hell
I thought you and Sammie were going to move in it you guys were in
there so much, Misty said with a smirk.
What in the hell are you two talking about, Peter asked
dumbfounded?
No, Ruby knows about it too. She caught me and Sam talking
about it one day and started asking us questions. She swore she always
wanted to see it, Dick claimed and in his eyes you could see a plan
hatching.
Okay, seriouslywhat the HELL are you TWO talking about,
Peter demanded?
Get in the car, Ill explain it to you when youre older junior,
Dick said absently.
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Im sorry, is that only reserved for the married women youre
screwing, Dick asked him leaving him dumbfounded again but this time
with his mouth hung open?
The drive back to the office was quiet, Peter afraid to speak to the
stewing Dick and Dick lost in mixed thought both of the case, and of the
beautiful memories that the club inspired from times past with Sam, and
when he and Misty actually considered themselves family.
After Misty said her goodbyes to Dick and the new guy Peter she
goes back into the club to make the long trek up the stairs to speak with
Mr. Norris. To say Mr. Norris scares her is a huge understatement, and in
situations like this she never knows who she's going to meet: Dr. Jekyll
or Mr. Hyde. She has been scolded and reprimanded, but other times...the
other times are just so painful. He once put her in the hospital, and every
so often will remind her of that day just so that she knows where the line
is drawn and what her place really is in the club.
She reached the office door, screwed up her courage, took a deep
breath and knocked on the door. After hearing the calm and cool, come
in she felt a bit more at ease. However, as the door swung open he
lunged at her and slammed her against the wall with the palm of his right
hand held tightly against her wind pipe. He could see the fear in her eyes
and it gave him a slight thrill to know he always had her right where he
wanted her and that there was nothing she could do about it. He searched
deep inside his jacket pocket rummaging around until he found what he
was looking for: a derringer. He pulled it out and placed the barrel tightly
against her temple, and yelled, What the fuck were you thinking
bringing those sons of bitches into my club?
IIIm sorry Mr. Norris. I didnt think youd mindplease
dont hurt me, it wont happen again, please, she screamed!
It better fucking not! We don't need another dead girlie-boy here...do
we" he asked with a devilish grin?

He was a bully and a coward, and got off on intimidation and fear
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placing it back in his pocket, and lessened the grip around her neck but
never fully let go.

I swear Mr. Norrisit wont happen again, Misty cried.

Good, and you might want to go home and take care of those
bruises, Mr. Norris snidely said.

What bruises, Misty asked confused?

These fucking bruises, Mr. Norris said as he took his balled fist and
planted it against Mistys cheek bone hard enough to bust her lip and
instantly cause her eye to swell.

Please Mr. Norris.Im sorryI wont do it again, She wailed.

Youre goddamn right you wont! Thisll teach you to mind your
own goddamn business, he yelled as he landed an open hand against her
face.

Misty brought up her hand to protect her face from further assault and
this seemed to bring more the beast within Mr. Norris so he hit her again.
She squalled out in pain and fear then suddenly the beating stopped.
Norman had ran in and pulled Mr. Norris away.

What the hell do you think youre doing, Mr. Norris demanded?

Dont hit Ms. Misty again, Norman demanded.

You need to remember you big gorilla you work for me. I do what I
want to do, Mr. Norris hissed.

You aint gonna hit her! Now if I have to say it one mo time theyll
be findin yo body all over town, Norman yelled.

Aint you forgetting something, Mr. Norris asked calmly as he
straightened his jacket and composed himself?

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Without me you protecting you, you go to jail. Then your mama
goes to the nursing home, and those half breed kids shes raising go to
foster care, the slithery snake spat.

You leave my mama and my babies out of dis shit, Norman yelled!

Then you do what I say, and you ever act like this again I promise
youre going to regret it, Mr. Norris said coolly to the defeated Norman.

Now that thats over take this filthy bitch out of here, and dont let
her back in here till she looks presentable, Mr. Norris commanded and
waved his hands letting Norman know it was time for them both to leave.

Norman extended his hand so that Misty could grasp it and he helped
her up gently, and placed an arm around her waist to give her some
support, escorted her out of the back of the club and drove her home.
When she was settled in and calmed down Norman said goodbye and left
back to the club.














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Chapter 5 Smoke and Mirrors
Dick remained in deep thought half way through the drive to the
office. He knew he had to figure this out for Misty, he had to give the
poor slain performer back his identity, find out who took his life, and
make peace with his former sister-in-law; Sam would never forgive him
if he didnt.
I dont get why this is so important to you! Youre not getting
paid anymore, so just drop it, okay, Peter stated outright?
Youre right, you dont get it! But, you are getting paid so dont
worry about my paychecks! As long as yours is on time its none of your
goddamn business is it? Dick yelled out letting Peter know that the
conversation was done!
Once the elevator door dinged open Dick was no longer able to
stand the company of others so he stormed into his office and slammed
the door so hard behind him that he shook the lettering on the wall. Ruby
snapped her head over to Peter silently blaming him for Dicks bad
mood. Peter couldnt help but notice another wardrobe change by Ruby.
She had gone from Goth to Biker chick. He couldnt figure out how Dick
could tolerate her behavior but was sure as hell not going to bring it up
now. Not with Dick on the warpath.
Another audition? Peter asked casually as he walked towards
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Never losing stride in her preoccupation, Youd think, but no.
Listen poodle when he goes in there like that hes mad. When hes mad,
and if youre as smart as you think you are, you wouldnt go in there.
She then walks over pushing him out of the way and grabs the
door handle of the cage that is protecting the world from the beast known
as Dick. With clear sounds echoing from inside of things being hurled
against the wall and glass shattering everywhere.
You just said a smart person wouldnt go in there when hes like
that?
With a bemused smirk plastered across her face she simply
retorted, If I were smart I would be paid a lot more.
The office reeked from Dicks frustration and she had to pan the
room before she saw him there lying on the ratty sofa along his wall that
nearly everyone would agree needed to be burned. She used the thick
black leather sole of her biker book to sweep debris out of her way to
clear a path and gain full entrance into Dicks lair.
SooooHows your day? She said with sarcastic overtones.
Ruby now is really not a good time.
I know thats why Im here. What happened to tick you off like
this? Did Mr. Fancy-pants lawyer say something mean? Cause Im not
afraid of going back to jail. You want Auntie Ruby to kick his butt?
Nobody messes with my baby. Dick couldnt help but see the humor in
his childlike hissy fit, and not maintaining his patented cool faade and
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Dick just looks at her, and then smiles. He raises himself up from
the sofa, and makes room for the leather clad woman standing in front of
him knowing hes about to get a good scolding.
Nah, hes not said anything. I dont think hed say shit if his
mouth was full of it because itd be rude. But, this drag queen was
somebodys kid, possibly somebodys lover, and he was just killed and
tossed out like yesterdays garbage. He was a real live human being who
meant something to somebody, and because he was different some son-
of-a-bitch decided he didnt deserve to live, Dick said staring out into
space.
His seething anger once again was waking up like a slumbering
dragon after hibernation. All the suppressed aggression was taking away
Dicks sense and sensibility. He couldnt get past the way that this poor
performer was treated. There was no need to kill a person who was just
sitting in their dressing room preparing for a show.
So, are you mad because this drag queen was murdered and
forgotten, or is this about somebody else, she asked with a knowing
tone?
This is completely different and has nothing to do with Sam,
Dick defended.
Who said SamI didnt mention Sams name, Ruby responded
with a fake air of ignorance.
I inferred from context, Dick said rolling his eyes at her.


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Did you also infer from context that Im not as stupid as Lawyer
Ken out there, and that Id know that thats why youre in here throwing
stuff against the wall and breaking all the collectables? Plus, theres
absolutely no comparison to a drag queen being brutally murdered and
your lover of ten years being beaten to death and left in an alley dead.
You know what pissed me off; they werent even going to notify you that
they found him. If that Inspector didnt recognize him youd still be
looking for him. Did they ever find out who did it? Ruby asked.
Dick flipped through the pages of his extensive memory trying to
gain control of how lost and confused he was. His lover lost and gone
forever, and smiled when he thought the Coroner was still a little afraid
of him. Dick became unhinged but refuses to apologize for his behavior;
especially on that day.
No. Youd have to actually investigate to discover that
information. To them it was just another fag who got what he deserved,
Dick said dodging Rubys eyes.
Okay, so are you doing this for the poor drag queen, or are you
doing this for Sam, she asked as she grabbed Dick by the chin and made
him look at her?
He finally relented, the drag queen, and maybe him a little.
Okay, then stop breaking shit because I may need something
pretty to give out at Christmas, and get your butt out of my office and
back to work. And please, take your new pet with you. Hes stinking up
the joint. I hate the smell of breeder.


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Um, Rubyyour straight too. But, your right I need to focus a
little, Dick said while staring off into space.
And give me a raise, dont forget I deserve a raise. Plus, Im not
a breeder, Im a hag. There is a whole different subculture there.
Different species really. Hey, why dont you call that cutie pie Inspector
and see if he knows where our little princess lived? Maybe he can help
you, and then you two maybe able to find a different use for his
handcuffs, Ruby clamored with excitement in her voice.
Dick shook his head and laughed thinking back to when he and
Ruby first met Inspector Frankie Davis.
He came strolling into the office innocently enough, even though
he was furious with Dick and needing to resolve a situation with a
difficult case he was investigating. He looked like a million dollars
swaggering towards Ruby, and Ruby noticed everything of the way he
moved inside his gray sharkskin wool suit, how there were varying
shades of blonde in his loose buzz cut, and how his blue eyes could easily
cut glass.
Excuse me, Miss, LAPD, and I need to speak with a Mr. Richard
Saunders, please. The inspector instructed while flashing his badge
towards her.
Oh my honey youre just pretty. Ruby announced completely
ignoring what he said and the credentials being waved I her face.
UmMiss, Richard Saunderplease? he repeated growing
concerned about the carnal way she was staring at him.


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No, like seriously, if you werent a total mo Id seriously have
to drag you back here and change your religion! Ruby declared un-
apologetically.
Down Ruby, heel! Sam yelled laughing hysterically at the
unnerved and obviously shaken Inspector, and said, Im Mr. Saunderss
attorney, how can I help you?
Yes, Mr. Saunders has been interfering with a homicide
investigation, and its believed he removed evidence from the crime
scene. Davis announced in an official tone.
Ooh thats a whole big bunch of big boy charges. Im assuming
of course you have proof of these allegations? Ruby, why dont you go
ahead and have Dick step out here so we can get this resolved? Sam
concluded becoming more professional with each passing second.
If I refuse will officer sexy here spank me? Ruby asked
hopefully as she leaned on the counter and batted her eyes at the
inspector.
Inspector Davis was taken aback by the callous and untroubled
demeanor of both Ruby and Sam; and to be honest Ruby was kind of
scaring him. He stepped back a bit trying to insure that he was outside of
her reach, and turned back to face her in an ill-fated attempt to intimidate
her.
Ruby, please? Sam asked in a rare serious tone.


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Ruby was aware of that tone, and instantly buzzed Dick to explain
the inspectors visit. Dick stepped out, and Sam walked over to Dick and
stood steadfast to Dicks right side.
Is there something I can help you with today officer? Dick
asked perplexed over this infiltration of his office.
Yes, Mr. Saunders. Why have you been interfering with the
ongoing investigation of the homicide of Randolph Perkins? Davis
asked irritated.
Because Mr. Christopher Perkins, his husband, hired this firm to
help find the real killer since you wont look past him. Dick shot back
sharply.
Dick, I suggest you not say another word. Sam whispered into
his ear.
There is a mountain of evidence against Christopher Perkins, and
that is why he is our prime suspect. Also, Mr. Saunders, a witness saw
you remove evidence from scene. Davis announced officially as if he
were now investigating Dick.
Not a word Dick. Sam demanded.
On the advice of my counsel I refuse to answer. Dick said with
a smirk.
I could easily arrest you Mr. Saunders and ask you these
questions down town. Inspector Davis retorted growing impatient with
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Excuse me detective, but on what grounds? Sam asked lazily.
Removing evidence from a crime scene. Davis retorted.
Allegedly removed; my client has not admitted to anything and
there is no proof. Sam responded officially.
Theres still the interfering with an ongoing homicide
investigation. Davis shot back smugly with a superior sounding tone.
And how exactly has he interfered: did he withhold evidence, no
he hasnt. Has he coached a suspect on what to say? No on that one as
well. Maybe he lied during questioningbut since hes not been
questioned that would have to be no also. So your bogus threat holds no
barring here sir. Sam responded litigiously.
Look, Im just going to warn you Davis started, but was
interrupted by Sam saying, Inspector, are you seriously threatening my
client in front of witnesses? That is quite libelous.
No, of course notI was graciously asking him to the
inspector started trying to back out of this trap that was being laid, but
was once again thwarted but this time by Dick saying, help you in your
investigation? Its a little outside of what Im used to, but sure; why the
hell not! he interjected.
NO, I wasnt asking for help! I dont need it, thank you! The
agitated inspector yelled!


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Then why did you ask him then? You had entered into a verbal
contract; an offer was made and accepted. Sam said smugly while
grinning devilishly.
I didnt fucking offer shit! I cant even get a word in between
you two smartasses and this girl behind the desk trying to get into my
pants! Davis demanded.
Such language Inspector! Please respect that this is a place of
business! Sam insisted faking insult, but his growing amusement was
betraying him.
A few more threats were issued by the detective; and everyone
was threatened in one form or the other by Sams sharp legal mind and
rapier wit.
Eventually the four convened in Dicks office over some Chinese
takeout that Inspector Davis had difficulty eating with Ruby sitting in his
lap. The all compared notes and theories. Dick brought more to the game
than the Inspector was prepared for, and Dick was impressed with the
Inspectors sensitivity to crimes against homosexuals. It was something
he wasnt expecting, but as it turned out Rubys gay-dar truly was
flawless and the Inspector was actually gay; which explained his
sensitivity. It only took two days for the Inspector, with the help of Dick,
to solve the crime and bring the real killer to justice; but a friendship that
would transcend through many difficult times was created and Rubys
crush was extinguished.
What is your fascination with him? Hes just an old friend of
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Come on Dick, even you have to admit hes just lickable, plus I
think he likes you, she squealed.
Im not really looking for a date right now Ruby, Dick retorted.
I know thats why Im looking for a date for you. Youve been
cranky for far too long you need to get yourself a man. Youre so damn
horny youve turned mean. Hey, what about the new pet, huhcome
onhes a cutie, she asked in a hushed tone in case he was listening at
the door?
Not interested! Hes here to practice law only. Hes going
nowhere near my briefs, plus I think he really means it when he says hes
straight, Dick said.
Oh come off it! You know what the difference is between a
straight man and a gay man! she asked in a mocking tone.
Yeah, a six pack of beer. Im the one that taught you that,
remember? Dick said chuckling to himself.
So, get him liquored up and make a move! Ruby said
suggestively with her eyes shining like diamonds.
Im seriously not interested. Hes here for only one reason, well
two, but one will work for now, Dick stated defiantly.
Whats the other, Ruby asked confused?
Oh its not important right now. Dont worry about it. Go on and
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shake some information out of him about our dear Ms. Chanda Leare,
Dick stated as the wheels in his brain started to turn.
Dick couldnt understand this guy. There was zero flamboyance
to him at all, but he was the star performer in a drag show in one of the
most widely popular gay venues on the circuit. That in itself screams for
someone to be a little over-the-top, but not this queen! He was shy and
distant. Dick had to find out what the missing chapters in this guys life
really were. He assumed theyd have to be horrific or at the very least
embarrassing.
Ruby stammered out laughing, Chanda Leare!!
Yeah, thats what he called himself. Im thinking his real name
has got to be embarrassing for him to CHOOSE that one, Dick asked?
What happened to standards? I mean why not pick your drag
name the old fashioned way? You know: street you grew up on and the
name of your first pet? Everyone knows thats how you get your name,
Ruby continued laughing.
Hmmmyou know thats a good question. A REAL good
question. I mean nothing about this particular guy makes sense. The stage
name aside, he was strange. Have you ever met a bashful or shy Drag
Queen, Dick still pondering?
Hell no, thats the point. To be yourself; out in the open, Ruby
said confused!
Out in the openwait a minute. Wheres the best place in the
world to hide anything, Dick nearly mumbling?


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Where its completely obvious, and everyone can see it, she
responded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Right! Now I just have to figure out what this drag queen was
trying to hide, or more importantly who he was trying to hide from,
Dick said jumping to his feet.
I thought you were just supposed to get an identity, Ruby asked
in her demeaning knowing tone?
Misty would not have come to me with that bullshit case! She
could have figured that out by the finger prints she takes of all new hires.
Thats not what the thing is. Shes scared, and wants to know who the
killer is. She knows the cops are useless because this world dont matter.
She needed me to find out more! She hasnt talked to me since her
brother died, and shes just as stubborn as he ever was so it had to be
something important, Dick pointed out.
Maybe she came to you to bury the hatchet, Ruby asked
hopeful?
Trust me, the only hatchet she wants to bury is one in my skull.
She still blames me for him getting killed, He claimed but continued,
We have some work to get done. Call Peter in here, and we three need to
have a talk, Dick said with his horns returning to his forehead.
Um, this involves little ole me, Ruby asked?
It certainly does, it involves you and your bucket list, Dick said
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Oooohhhh my kind of mission, she said to Dick, then yelled out
into the lobby, Hey, little Dick get in here.
What the hell?!? Thats just crossing a line and can be deemed
sexual harassment, Peter exclaimed rushing into Dicks office.
You follow him around all day, and are learning to investigate so
I called you Little Dick?!? Geez man, get your mind out of the gutter!
Im not married to nobody so you shouldnt have any interest in getting
in my pants! Ruby scoffed offended.
God damn it Dick did you have to tell everybody? Peter yelled
out of embarrassment!
Well, if you think about itit is kind of funnyBesides, its not
like shes not going to find out on her own anyway. I just facilitated
matters. Dick said in a bemused fashion.
What do you guys want now? Couldnt you find a piata to
abuse so you just called me in here to beat the hell out of me or is there
really something you need? Peter asked fatigued and defeated!
No, I figured you were wanting to know what Misty and I were
talking about in the alley, but if youre not interested then you can go
play with something else, Dick said growing tired of Peters superior
attitude.
No, this is one thing I want to know about! What the fuck was
that conversation about if it was still there and who all knows about
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Oh my god are you talking about the room, Ruby squealed as
her eyes became the size of saucers?
Yes maam we are. You see Peter that building is an old
building. When Sam bought it he got the new blue prints, and the original
set. The original showed that it was built during Prohibition, Dick
explained.
So, whats that got to do with the price of eggs, Peter asked?
Well, as it turns out the guy who built the building was big into
black market hooch, some opium, a few guns, little bit of this and a
whole lot of that. He was constantly watched, but no one ever found
anything, and had a secret room built into the building. Very few people
even know it even exists! The guy Sam bought it from didnt even ever
look at the original blue prints so he didnt even have a clue. He was only
interested in it because he got it for a good deal and thought hed make a
profit. Its been explored a couple times since Sam bought it though,
Dick was cut off by Ruby who interjected, explored, sure, is that
what you kids are calling it these days?
As I was saying, its been explored a couple times, and it
basically has one door in the back dressing room that leads to the group
room, and all the way to Mistys office which she said was taken over by
Mr. Norris. Theres a two-way mirror that may just come in handy Dick
said as if the plan should be obvious to everyone.
Okay, thats cool and everything, and a lot of really pretty words
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I want Ruby to go to the club, and put in some cameras behind
the two way mirrors. Get a little glimpse into what Mr. Norris is really up
to in that club, Dick revealed.
But whats that going to prove about the dead drag queen, he
asked?
Not one damn thing, but it will give us some leverage, Dick
stated.
I dont care if it was to hang streamers and balloons, I get to go
to the secret room, Ruby yelled with glee!!
Whats so great about it? Its a secret room in a Prohibition
building. Theyve been discovered before, Peter said.
You seriously have no sense of adventure do you, she asked?
That room has its own special magic. But is everyone cool on the
plan, Dick asked?
Oh hell yeah, Ruby squealed.
I guessthat was kind of anti-climatic, Peter said as he rose
from his chair and left the room.
He is so not going to make it out of here alive, Ruby dead
panned.
Oh come on now, hell loosen up once he gives himself
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new project out there he can go home, but report back here at 9 am
tomorrow if he has the nerve for it, he said.
Why is he my new project? Who did I kill in a past life, she
shrieked?
Hey, someone has to get him housebroken, and I think hed
misunderstand me smacking him on the ass, Dick stated with a smirk.
After Ruby left Dick decided to rest for a bit. He cleaned up the
files at his table and on his desk and laid down on the ratty old sofa in his
office that far too recently has become his bed. He grabbed a throw
pillow and stuffed it under his head and then rested his hands under it and
started daydreaming.
About a month after the Grand Opening, and the club was in full
swing, and there were weekend drag shows, and a regular crowd starting.
Misty was on top of the world, and Sam and Dick spent every weekend at
the club. The two guys were leaning up against bar giving the bartender a
hard time over nothing, but he had a great sense of humor and played
along. Misty strolled up in one of her fabulous gowns, still breathing hard
from her previous show. She slid in between the guys and asked the
bartender to snap a picture to give them something to remember that
night with. They talked, they drank, and laughed. No matter how difficult
the day had been all Dick had to do was hear Sams laugh and he knew
everything was going to okay. Sam was his sun, and everything in his
world revolved around him. Hed known love before, but until Sam hed
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held on tight, and nurtured it as often as he could ensuring it grew
stronger every day.
Come on Dick, PLEASE, Sam begged!
No, I dont care about some ancient secret room, he replied.
Come on, wheres your sense of fun. Do you even have a sense of
adventure? Sam asked.
Listen its going to be some cramped room with cobwebs and spiders,
and god only knows what back there. Thats not adventure, and just
unsanitary. Besides, the party is out here with the living, he explained.
Plllleeeeeaaaassssseeeee, I really wanna see it, Sam unrelenting.
Well, go see it. Im not going to stop you, Dick retorted.
ButbutI really wanna see it with you! Sam said starting to bounce
up and down. Dick knew this particular dance; Dick liked to call it his
tigger response. That means hes got his head wrapped around doing
something one certain way and thats exactly whats going to happen.
Why is it so important that I go with you? Dick asked teasing him just
to watch Sam be cute some more.
Im afraid of the dark, Sam said with a goofy grin spreading across his
face while failing miserably to pout. But, Sam just realized he won the
standoff and was about to get his way by the look in Dicks eye and his
excitement was increased.
You are not you big weenie, Dick said devilishly.


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You like my big weenie, so shut up and lets go, Sam said grabbing a
hold of Dicks hand and pulling him to the dressing room. He tapped on
the door to make sure the dressing room was empty and walked in.
Okay, it should be over here somewherearoundOH OH here it is,
its behind the mirror, Sam said as he pulled on the trim around the full
length dressing mirror that opened up a doorway to the chamber of
secrets from days gone by.
Behind the mirror was a tiny dark corridor, but a strange light was
coming in from somewhere. As predicted it was cramped and filthy, but
something about eh unfinished walls and antique fixtures added to the
mystery and couldnt help but be drawn into Sams quest. As they walked
and explored the place clutching each others hands for dear life
searching for the origin of the mysterious light source that turned out to
be a two way mirror in the group dressing room. They could see
everything going on in there, and when they tried to push they were met
with resistance. It was just a spy mirror, and not a door. They watched
some of the men transform themselves into elaborately glittering women
for the performance and made their own comments and gestures at
everyone, but was never acknowledged nor seen.
Dicks imagination ran wild from this point on. He was having
visions of what call could have possibly been seen through this glass:
thwarted bootleg raids, the disposal of witnesses or people non-loyal to
the organization, maybe even an illicit liaison or two. He could only
imagine the sounds, smells, and exciting lifestyle this haunt housed and
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This is just too cool, Sam whispered.
Come on, lets see what else is here so we can get back to the
party, Dick whispered back pulling on Sams hand.
Spoiled sport, Sam said as he stuck his tongue out at Dick.
They stumbled on some stairs, and Dick tripped over the first one
pulling Sam down on top of him.
No dessert till you finish the whole meal mister, Sam said as he
stole a kiss from Dick.
It was an accident, Dick groused.
You know what they say about accidents dont youtheres
really no such thing, Sam said stealing another kiss and getting up then
pulling Dick to his feet. They crept up the stairs feeling like children
doing something naughty hoping not to get caught by their parents. One
of the many attributes that Dick loved about Sam is how he could make
anything fun, and always made him feel young and adventurous. He was
never jaded and rigid like hed trained himself to be, but instead carefree
and without concern whenever Sam talked him into yet another
haphazard trek. The stairs ended at a platform that had an old sofa, and
some shelves that had long sense been emptied from its contents except
for two old bottles of hooch and a decades of dust. They could look
inside the last two way mirror and see directly into Mistys office, but
Mistys office was not where their interests lied at the moment. There
was an old rickety table left from the buildings high times, and that old
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passing second. The platform inside the hidden corridor lent to them a
nice quiet corner to themselves. Dick could no longer contain his reserve
and maintain his composure. He grabbed Sam by the shoulders and spun
him around then threw him on that damn intoxicating couch.
Well Mr. Saunders, I do believe you found your sense of
adventure, Sam said flirtatiously.
Between the beers at the bar and the hypnotic lost danger of this
hideout left Dick fully intoxicated. His head was fuzzy and he couldnt
see anything clearly, anything but Sam. Sam laid before him crystal clear
as if a froze portrait of perfection.
Dick had spent most of his life feeling isolated as if a lone soul
trapped on an island surrounded by people who simply couldnt grasp a
hold of his pain. He had been the best friend, the secret lover, and of
course the dirty little secret, but he could never recall being the one who
was loved; not until Sam. The perfection of this moment increased from
one heartbeat to the next. Dicks head was swimming with unbridled
passion and fevered wonder-lust.
Unable to contain the inner beast Dick lunged at Sam and
devoured his lips in the most enigmatic and amazing kiss. Sam was taken
by surprise, but adapted quickly to the recklessly abandoned sense of
individual selves as the two joined together: heart, mind, and body.
Dick and Sam made love on that thread bare, and horribly
uncomfortable sofa, but still considers it one of their most romantic and
pleasurable times because when theyd finished exploring and ravishing
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Dick just stared into Sams emerald eyes and feeling every
possible emotion. He released his lover and sat up saying, Did you know
you make me neurotic, and drive me absolutely crazy?
Really? Thats what you want to talk about NOW? Sam
responded with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
Shut up and listen weirdo! You drive me crazy. Youre always
off on some rant or wild adventure and dragging me along with you;
usually reluctantly. But, since you came exploding into my life Ive
actually learned how life is supposed to be lived: messy, neurotic, and a
little bit nuts. So, I guess what Im actually getting to iswell,
umwould you want to drive me crazy for the rest of my life? Dick
said with anxiety swelling up into his throat. Although hed practiced a
what hed wanted to say he couldnt think of a more perfect moment to
request the hand of the only man hed ever truly loved.
Well damn, its about time. I was wondering what I was going
to have to do to get that damn ring out of your pocket. Yes you jackass,
yes, Sam said as he lunged at Dick and wrapped his arms around him.
Sam and Dick dubbed that corridor their spot, and revisited it
many times throughout the remainder of their time together. But, after
Sam was killed Dick demanded to have the sofa removed. He had it
placed in his office, and every time he needed to feel closer to Sam hed
lay there and just think of their times together on it.














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Chapter 6 Wreckless Abandon

Since Misty's entrance into the office Peter was afraid to hear the
elevator door open. He had no clue whom or what would be stepping out
into this strange new world. Today, however, brought someone he never
could have imagined would step one perfectly pedicured foot inside
Marlowe Detective Agency. She stepped confidently out of the elevator
in a tailored, snow white, Dior suit. like she was gliding on the red carpet
right in front of his very eyes. This Aphrodite made her way to Ruby, 'the
devil incarnate', at the reception desk.

'Oh, shit. I hope Ruby is on her best behavior!' Peter screamed in
his head.
Peter stood awestruck as she gracefully leaned on the counter and slid off
her purple Gucci sunglasses. He couldnt wrap his mind around the fact
that one of his Hollywood idols was standing casually only a few feet
away. Her blaze tinted red hair cascaded down her perfect torso in an
elegant jumble of curls. Her eyes twinkled a bright, sunlit emerald. Peter
knew her advanced age, but was unencumbered with concern. The siren's
deceptive appearance masked it perfectly.

Her every gesture was planned to make her more alluring. She
managed to be the epitome of beauty and grace - even in this dismal
corner of hell. Peter stood there and couldnt help but ogle her from afar.
He has seen her every performance, multiple times. He could utter every
line; from the time where she single handedly saved a wagon train of
orphans to her oscar winning performance stopping the destruction of the
Earth from inner galactic aliens. She was an iconic goddess and Peter was
a stupefied and enraptured fan.

Am I permitted in or am I still grounded? she asked with a
familiar smoky lilt and a chuckle to her tone.

Oh hell, I dont know! Hes just been a moody little bitch
lately," Ruby said with a cackle that made Peter cringe at the disrespect
to this immortal silver screen legend. "Let me see if he wants to see you,
or if I have to give you an excuse to go away.
Ruby picked up the receiver and dialed the extension, Guess whos here
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Oh, okay, yeah Ill send her right in, she replied. Turning back
to the statuesque Grande Dame she said, with a wide smile, Well
apparently youve been a good girl there was not even an argument this
timehe even said please, Ruby said making an exaggerated surprised
look and giggling.

Peter was still watching this horrific train wreck unfold. All he
could do was stand there paralyzed with a mix of admiration and stunned
silence. It was obvious she was trying to hide her identity, but there are
just some things that cannot be hidden. He was nothing but purely,
dumbly awestruck. All he could think about was strangling Ruby for
talking to this iconic beauty with such disrespect. The woman just smiled
and slipped her sunglasses back on and sashayed through Dicks office
door. When she was out of eye shot Peter slightly regained his ability to
move and some of his ability to think. He then began zombie-marching
toward Dicks office door.

And, where is it we think were going there princess? Ruby
asked nonchalantly while filing her nails.

DiDick said Im supposed to be in on all client meetings, he
stuttered out while his eyes pleaded with her to let him pass.

You really are just a simple creature arent you? She asked with
venom in her voice.

Huhwhatd ya mean? Peter babbled out.

Shes not a client. That is Dicks mother. This is the day they
have lunch together, Ruby deadpanned.

CLAUDETE MARLOWE IS DICKS MOTHER?!?!? Peter
blurted out in a not so hushed yell.

Uhyeahwhy do you think its called the Marlowe
Investigative Services. Its in honor of her." She said with a Cheshire cat
smile. Oh, yeah, his dad is Jackson Saunders, Ruby said looking at Peter
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Jackson Saunders the novelist?!? Youre fucking lying! Ive read
every one of his books!! Theyre amazing! Oh my Godwho the fuck
am I working for, Peter said to unable to contain himself.

My sweet baby boy is who you are working for, darling,
Claudette purred sweetly running her hand lightly across Peters
shoulders flirtatiously. She walked past arm in arm with Dick, smiling
brightly, as they walked to the elevator and like a fantasy they were gone.

**

Dick and his mother walked down the street together chatting and
talking about one thing or another. They rounded the corner of their usual
bistro. Dick and Claudette strolled in and were instantly placed at their
favorite table. The one nestled in the back by one of the French doors, so
they could get the fresh air but not be in direct view of everyone. Dick
hated when ever people saw and recognized his mother. Its not that he
didnt like her having the attention, but sometimes he just wanted to
pretend that he had a normal life.

Growing up in his parents home was mostly extraordinary if not
a bit annoying. His mother was always bouncing around from filming
location to location. Claudette seemed to only use their home as a private
hotel in between. Jackson was always locked away in his study for one
of two reasons. He was either totally engrossed and working on his
present novel, or he would be laying drunk in celebration of his latest
completion. He never really got a good picture of who they were in his
youth. To him they were people passing in and out of his life. He was
mainly raised by the maids and multiple governesses of the household.

At fifteen he was tired of being set up by his mother with all the
beautiful debutant daughters of her glitterati world. After the date-that-
broke the camel's back he came out of the closet. He half heartedly
expected her send him to one of those camps to reprogram him. Even
possibly make him keep it to himself because she had an image to
protect. Dick didnt think his father would care too much; considering
that writers were supposed to know eccentric, strange, and fantastical
people. But Claudette, he believed would have serious issues because of
her career. She managed somehow to make everything about herself
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his mom was very proud of him; too proud as a matter of fact. They
instantly joined PFlag and started introducing him to everyone as her
wonderful gay son. She became more annoying about it than Dick could
stand sometimes. At least he didnt have to fight to be himself anymore.
His parents were both very pushy about making sure he explored the
world and became his own man; whomever that may be.
They never liked it when he dated Gentry. They thought he was bad for
Dick somehow. That Gentry would inhibit Dick's growth as a man, but
not just a gay man. His parents were disgusted about Gentry's past, and
they hated that he might remain a part of his future. Oh, but Sam. They
adored Sam. He was charismatic, sweet, charming, and had the look of an
A-list movie star. So of course they were taken by him early on. Jackson
enjoyed the debates between Sam and himself. They would discuss
literature, politics, religion - anything that had extreme differing points of
view. His mother kept trying to talk him into doing roles in her movies,
but he said he was a lawyer not an actor.

Claudette, Ill leave the acting to the really beautiful people like
you, and Ill just stay at the office and keep Dick in line, Sam would
say.
That of course always distracted her, because, againit was about her.
Sam could play her like a violin, and always had her eating out of the
palm of his hand. He was a reason that Jackson stayed sober for at least
couple hours on the days they visited. Dick, however, always had
difficulty in understanding them. Somewhere along the way of being
raised in a crazy and chaotic ultra liberal household Dick managed to
develop a sense of conservatism. This glitch in his personality always
made it difficult to communicate with his parents. Sam somehow made it
easier to talk to them. Sam helped Dick to built a strong and happy
relationship with them that lasts to this very day.

Mom, I thought you were going to Atlanta to film something for
that movie youre in? Dick asked coming back to the here and now.

I leave next week. That stupid director is nothing but a little
Nazi. He calls me an old gal can you believe that?! Old gal, really, she
scoffed.

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But I still look like Im in my forties AND he has no right
whatsoever to call me such things. I am his lead dammit! And I have
been in this industry since before he was born. I have earned my stripes
and his respect." Claudette pouted. "Little Nazi prick."

Yes mother, youre very much a beautiful woman who looks
years younger than her agegranted you paid a kings ransom to make
sure you dobut I guess thats not the point, Dick teased.

That Mr. Saunders is entirely uncalled for. If youre going to
insult me you can have lunch with that Nazi director. You knowhes
not bad looking and I think he may be family," she mused. "Do you
want me to give you his number? I mean if nothing else itll give you
something to play with over the weekend.

"No! No thank you mom. Ill pass on the Nazi director, Dick
said taking a sip of his red wine.

Okaywhat about that little cutie in the office? Baby, youre
going to have to eventually move on. Sammie wouldnt want you pining
over him. He would want you out looking for someone else to make you
happy, Claudette said with every ounce of honest compassion in her.

Momthere is no one else to make me happy. He was my
penguin," Dick said earnestly. "With him I mated for life.

Yes. But Dickie... in death you did part, she replied softly.

Lets change the subject. Im still in love with him, Peter is not
my type, and besides hes straight. Im just trying to pay back a debt I
owe to him and his father, Dick said distractedly.

Ooh, whos his father? Do I know him, she asked searching for
scintillating gossip.

Whatoh, its not important. I dont think you know him," Dick
said changing the subject. "Hey mom, I think those people at that table
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Oh are they? Im sorry sweetie, I know how you hate when fans
recognize me when we're out. I cant be rude to them though, or Ill be
the next overinflated-ego bitch on every tabloid cover from here to
Timbuktu, she said. She removed her glasses and flipped her hair over
her shoulder and gave that dazzling, photo op, patented, Claudette
Marlowe smile that has been crafted and perfected over the years. The
people, who had never even been looking over in their direction, came
over and everyone got a photo with her and an autograph. Dick,
thankfully, managed to weasel out of another uncomfortable
conversation.

The remainder of lunch went fairly smooth, and there were no
more uncomfortable conversations that Dick had to navigate around.
They finished their lunch with no more interruptions. They walked
leisurely back to Dick's building enjoying the warm day and lovely
weather. When they arrived she gave him a peck on the cheek. Dick
opened the door for his mother and she drove off in her new white
Mercedes. A present Dick was convinced the studio bought her to
convince her to come out of retirement for the twelfth time. He rode up
the elevator feeling much better than when he left. He loved his mother.
The afternoons when they could actually get along and she didnt say
something offensive, or try to push too hard for what she wanted, just
gave him a better outlook on life.

When the elevator door dinged open and the doors slid back there
was Peter looking like a puppy about to wet himself, and pacing back and
forth. Dick knew that everyone was anamored by the epic Claudette
Marlowe, but this was just going to be almost too much. He did not want
to deal with this right now.

'Here goes nothing,' Dick thought to himself as he tried to push
past Peter and gain sanctuary in his office.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, Dick! Oh my god. Hey!" Peter half screamed at
him as he put himself between Dick and his office.

Uhdudesomething I can help you with? Dick asked getting
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Your mother is Claudette Marlowewhy didnt you tell me?
Peter exclaimed.

It never came up. Dick said becoming close to angry.

I am such a huge fan of hers AND your dad. I had NO idea! Do
you know how cool that is!?! Peter continued shouting.

Dick now seeing the humor that was Peter, just laughed, slapped
Peter on the shoulder as he walked past saying, Ill get you an
autographed picture."

Dick worked on Peters case files. That is in between times of
banishing Peter for either asking too many questions about Dicks lineage
or about the mound of papers he was shuffling through. This day had
become completely tedious and annoying. Peter was jumping all opver
Dick's last nerve. Dick had even compared him to a Chihuahua with a
weak bladder upon Peters last banishment. Needless to say the novelty
of the situation had worn off and Dick was beginning to lose every ounce
of his patience.

Dick had finally started seeing some form of peace after five in
the evening when everyone had gone home for the day. He expected
Ruby to come back, because she usually did with dinner from some local
take out place. She was always a useful and welcome distraction so Dick
couldnt become aggravated about her return, only looked forward to her
showing up. The ringing of his desk phone shattered the silence of the
now vacated office, and Dick answered blankly without thinking
anything of the action.

Marlowe Investigation Services, how can we help you? he
asked into the receiver.

Oh, um, hey DickII was just wondering if you needed
anything before I settled in at home. UmI can help you go through the
files manI mean I know what to look for and everything. Peter
stumbled and stuttered out with anxiety dripping from his voice.

Alright, thats it dammit! If you say one more thing about
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you to do Im going to dip you in honey and feed you to the lesbians! Do
you understand me? Do not bring it up! Do not ask me anything! Do
NOT offer to help, AND DO NOT bother me with it! I will let you know
what I need, okay? Do you understand that? Do I need to say it again
slowermaybe use smaller words? Dick asked as sarcastically as he
could muster.

No, I understand. Im sorry. Peter said sheepishly.

Just let this be the last of this line of questioning, alright? Dick
said finally hanging up the phone on him.

It was merely a few seconds later that the phone rang again. This
time it was his private line. This was very strange because very few had
the number to his private line. He answered it with urgency thinking
something somewhere may be wrong.
Hello, who is this? Dick blurted into the phone.

No one responded, and he could hear the distinct sound of the
other side hanging up. Dick slamed down the phone thinking it was
another attempt by Peter to gain his favor. Less than thirty seconds later it
rang again. Dick decided to let it go to voicemail. He decided that if it
was really important his cell phone would be used. The ringing stopped,
but after a second started back up again. The phone went through three
cycles before Dick finally lost his calm demeanor, and picked up the
phone.

He yelled into the receiver, What the hell is so goddamn
important that you have to keep calling over and over? Do you not
comprehend the leave a message at the tone part?
A stuttering unknown voice broke the uncomfortable silence with,
Hehello. UmClaudette, Claudette Marlowe gave me this number.
MayMay I speak with Richard Saunders? Please?
This is Dick, and who is this that my dear soon-to-be-late mother gave
my private number to? Dick asked sharp and coldly.

Oh, Im Kevin. Kevin Fields. Im the Director of Youth
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Dick brushed past the conversation they had at lunch, and
completely forgot that Claudette was trying to fix him up with 'the Nazi
director.' Annoyed and wary he blurted abruptly, Oh my God. Im sorry
for being rude. Is she alright? Has something happened?

Oh yeah shes perfectly fine babe. She just told me how hot you
think I am and that youre just dying to meet me. She showed me a
picture and I figured youre as hot as me so Id give you a try. So Im
calling to make all your dreams come true. Kevin declared with the
great sin of pride and overly inflated ego.

One thing Dick couldnt tolerate was self-absorbed and self-
important assholes who believe themselves to be Gods give to the world.
He wanted to tell him flat to go get fucked, but decided instead to agree
to dinner. That way he wouldnt miss the opportunity to put this little
crotch-weasel in his place. Dick wasnt concerned about the backlash that
could possibly befall his mother. Her extreme acclaim as an actress and
her illustrious career were enough to cushion the blow of the little Nazi's
wrath. The way Dick saw it this weirdo was lucky to even be working
with her, and if he pushed her too far shed remind him of how
replaceable he really was.

Immediately after the infuriating call had ended he decided to text
her and ask her to refrain from meddling in his life, but then he stopped
himself because in Dicks weird perception of life he thought thats what
parents do - they meddle.

Two weeks of dedicated research had passed. Dick now felt
prepared enough to defend Peter in his case. In actuality Dick felt
prepared enough to defend Peter in a case against the devil, but kept that
thought to himself. However there were just a few things that werent
making sense to Dick. He told Ruby it was time to bring Peter into the
fold of his case.

Excuse me, Mr. Merchant," Ruby chirped over the extension in
Peters office, "but Dick would like you to step in his office to discuss
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"Are you bipolar or somethingI mean seriously do they have a
name for whats wrong with you?" Peter said to himself out loud after he
felt safe that she had hung up her phone.

Yes dumbass, its called Chronic Dont Give a Fukital
Syndrome, now get your bony ass over there before I have to get mean,
She screeched through the speaker causing Peter to jump out of shock
and he sprinted to Dicks office in hopes of avoiding a confrontation with
Ruby over his calloused and theoretically private conversation with
himself.

As his hand hit the door handle of Dicks office he was stopped
by Ruby saying, in a low growl, For future reference big man, I know
all, I see all, and I dont give any fucks at all. I relish the idea of placing
another body in my special hiding spot. Now. Please. Sir. Dick. Is.
Waiting.

Peter entered the office defeated and dumbfounded. He found
Dick laughing hysterically.

Seriously man, pick up the receiver then hang it back up.
Otherwise, she stays on the line to see if theres anything interesting
being said, Dick chuckled out to an already embarrassed Peter.

I swear something is going to have to be done with her Dick.
REALLY! Im begging you. Peter pleaded with the unmoved Dick.

There isnt anything I can do. Youre going to have to stand up
to her yourself otherwise shes never going to respect you. Dick told
him. But, now down to business. When you were with Prescott who did
your accounts payable and receivable? Dick asked.

The accounting department. Mr. Prescotts secretary would
collect our charge sheets with billable hours and expenses. Then we
would get paid. Why? Peter explained perplexed.
Do you happen to have a copy of those sheets? Dick asked with hope.

Well yeah. Prescott said it was a waste of company resources,
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Dickwhat are you trying to get at? Peter asked with growing concern
and anxiety.

Go grab them for me. I need to cross check some things. But if
my theory is correct then we have dear old Prescott ready for a big ole
whammy. Dick retorted with great smugness and enthusiasm.

The next couple days were spent in deep meetings and discussion.
Preparing Peter for what he was about to endure. Finally the big day
arrived. Peter was scared out of his mind, and had even considered
escaping to Canada, just start life over, but he remembered that he had no
money to skip the country on. He decided it was time to face the judge.

His mother had called him early that morning to express a wish
for luck. She then provided an alibi as to why she would not be there with
him through his trial. Of course she had to add how badly it would look
for her reputation if she was ever caught going into a prison. She
promised to write him, however made it quite clear he was not to expect
any visits. She would never be invited to any of the social events with a
felon for a child. Maybe this will not go badly though mother. I mean
Ive never done anything wrong so theres a chance the judge will go
easy on me, Peter thought to himself. He tried to suppress the memories
he had of all the times he knew that Prescott was taking judges to
lunches, dinners, operas, and ballets.

The cold marble hallways of the judicial building were a familiar
sight to Peter. Though he had never been on this side of the accusations.
He now had a better understanding of the misery and fear his clients
always faced. He had just assumed they were truly guilty, but refused to
ask because what he didnt know couldnt hurt his client. Now he
realized that innocence does not grant calm, in fact it makes the anxiety
worse. Dick stood over him trying to calm him down with his Ruby by
his side. He couldnt figure out which was more unsettling; Rubys
typical vicious demeanor or when she was being nice.

Peter watched through his lashes as Prescott walked slowly and
methodically up to their group. Closely keeping an eye on the petrified
Peter as he sat in the hallway with Dick looming close by. Prescott
seemingly decided to add as much anxiety as he could to Peters
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He smugly advised, Make sure not to drop the soap in the prison
showers Peter.

What is it to you? What the hell do you want Prescott? Dick
shot back with disdain and well placed hatred.

Oh, I just felt that it would be the fair thing to do to inform you
our case is being heard by Judge Vickers. You remember her dont you,
Dick? Prescott questioned with a fake innocent look. What was that
clever thing you called her? You know the day she signed off on the
corporate takeover of the firm and kicked your sorry ass to curb? OH
yeahyou said she was a, whorish bottom feeding blight on the
American Judicial System. I got that right didnt I, Dickie?

Oh god! Dickplease tell me you didnt? Peter wailed.
Oh, but yes he did. Of course who could blame him? I mean he
did help start the firm, and all the good clients were now locked in so he
couldnt take them with him. And wellto be unceremoniously
dismissed by my new partners and I... Im sure he was a bit embarrassed
and agitated, Victor cooed.

Whats the matter Prescott; is your angry inch turning you into a
real cunt? Ruby sniped.

You better keep your pet here on a leash today Dick, Prescott
hissed as he jumped away from her. I have witnesses of my own, and I
would love nothing more than to see you and your entire staff behind
bars! He puffed his chest out, straightened his jacket, and strutted away
like a freshly groomed peacock.

Oh my god Dickis it too late to accept the plea? A year in jail
isnt that badand Im sure I can find another career. I dont want to go
away for twenty-five years for something I didnt do. I wont make it in
prison Dick! Im too prettyI wont last a week before somebody makes
me their bitch. It may appeal to youbut I dont want a bunch of guys
taking turns tossing my salad! Peter cried uncontrollably.

Get a hold of yourself man! Trust in the fact that everything is
under control. Seriously, I got this bud! Dick exclaimed trying to calm
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Yeahunder control and you got thiswere sitting in front of
a judge that already took your law firm away from you. Before you called
her a filthy whore. AND the charges brought up against me are from a
man who never lost a case and knows how to stack every deck put in
front of himI agree, SURE, its ALL under control! Peter screamed
out from fear and panic.

Look, Im just going to say this one more time: not everything is
as cut and dry as it looks right not. As far as him being able to stack a
deck; who do you think taught him? He is not that big of a deal. By the
end of this Victor Prescott is going to be bumped back down to where he
deserves. Please, just calm down, and when were in there... do try to
look innocent, will you? Dick said patting Peters shoulder and walked
into the court room.

Ruby just starred at the broken shell of a man in front of her as
tears fell from his eyes. Hes right you know, she said softly as she
took a seat beside him.

What do you mean? Peter asked absently as he wiped his eyes.

Dick doesnt do anything without a plan, and he always keeps
his word. So if he says youre going to get off youre going to get off.
Ruby said with confidence.

You really do believe in him dont you? Peter asked trying to
grasp a hold of his frayed nerves.

Well yeah, of course I do. Hes like my dad. He and Sam were
the only family I had, and now its just me and Dick, she said
something.

But, I thought you lived with your mother? Peter questioned
confused.

Yeah, well, I only let that crazy bitch move in with me because
she didnt have anywhere else to go. I figured thats what Dick and Sam
would want me to do, so I did, she said somberly while softly stroking
the gold oval locket around her neck.


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What about your real dad? Peter asked innocently.

Never met the guy, but thats okay because I got a two for the
price of one. So, what about you? I bet you come from one of those
houses where they have dinner promptly at seven, and theres 2.5 well
behaved kids, and Ozzy and Harriet for parents, huh? Ruby asked
sweetly trying to take his mind off the task in front of him.

Well, yeah, actually no not really but thats what I tell people.
The truth is I really dont remember much about my dad. He left my
mother when I was young, and she has always mainly been concerned
about her husband of the moment, Peter said mournfully.

So you were an orphan too? Ruby asked with exuberance.

What do you mean? Peter asked confused.

Before we adopted you, you were an orphan too? Ruby said
with childlike innocence spread across her face.
Peter looked at her searching for her typical horns or vicious undertones,
but found neither so he simply said, Yea, actually I was, I guess.

Alright then, I guess youll do, she said matter of factly
slapping knees and jumping up to her feet with a huge smile plastered on
her face.

Do for what? Peter asked questioning what tangent Ruby was
experiencing now.

I asked Dick for a brother for Christmas, so I guess youll do,
Ruby said softly pulling a stunned Peter up, kissing his cheek, and
pushing him towards the court room doors. He walked towards the doors
begrudgingly, and was about to enter when Ruby turned and started
walking away.

Hey, arent you coming in for me? Peter asked truly hurt
because he thought they had just had a bonding moment.



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Oh yeah baby, of course I am, but I have to go to the little
psychopaths room. Ill be right there, she said sweetly.

Although she did make him feel better, and he truly felt she was
sincere a part of Peter felt more frightened. He thought that with Ruby
talking sweetly to him and being nice that she had to think he was going
to prison and just didnt want to say so. He sullenly approached the
defense table where Dick had already laid out his notes and evidence.
Peter took his chair wishing he just had an inkling what was in those
folders. He hated surprises, and Dick seemed to thrive on them.

Hey, wheres Ruby? Dick whispered.

Little psychopaths room, Peter said quoting her.

Little what? Dick asked concerned.

Thats what she said. I just thought it was funny. Peter said
shrugging off the conversation.

Did you see her go into the bathroom? Dick asked.

Well no, why? Peter asked confused.

Oh shitshes up to somethingthis wont end well. Dick
chuckled smiling and rolling his eyes.

Peters face instantly went ashen, and his eyes were wide as
saucers then suddenly heard, All Rise.

The bailiff swore everyone in and a petite, brunette judge peered
at both tables over her retro cat eye glasses. She had a likable face Peter
thought. Her shrewed eyes were heavily outlined in kohl. It almost gave
her brown eyes the look of a raccoon. Her fire engine red lips pulled into
a sneer as she took a quick look at Dick.

Well Victor, its nice seeing you again, as she whipped her head
instantly over to face Prescott and gave him a pageant-contestant smile.
She banged the gavel and announced,



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Everyone may be seated... except for Mr. Saunders. Mr.
Saunders, please, stand and face the court.

Peters stomach sank to his feet and his imagination ran wildly
going over every prison movie he had seen in his lifetime. He then
dropped his head to the wooden table with a hollow thud. Peter wrapped
his arms around his swimming head to hide to the best of his ability.
Suddenly the thought of having a gay man known best for his sarcasm as
his legal representation didnt seem like the grand idea it did a month
prior.
































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Chapter 7 A Fox in the Hen House

Well Dick, how long has it been? Judge Vickers asked with a
sultry and demur tone.

Oh Katherine far, far too long. Hows the kids? Dick asked
casually.

All grown up and begging for money all the time. But, what are
you doing here in my little court room? I thought you out sourced now
and gave up this legal circus? She asked as if they met on a warm sunny
day at the park instead of this dark oak paneled cage of a court room.

Ahem, your honor the prosecution is prepared to proceed. The
tall smug attorney from the other side of the room announced after a stiff
prompting and elbow to the ribs from Victor.

Mr. Smith, when youre the one wearing the black robe sitting
behind the big desk the world would move along on your schedule. Until
then your residing in my kingdom. Please, do remember where you are
sir. Just think of me as the Queen of Hearts and with one more
interruption the next thing youll hear is off with his head! Judge
Vickers threatened finishing with a subtle and disarming smile.

My dearest apologies your honor I meant no disrespect. Mr.
Smith mumbled shocked and appalled.

Well, to answer your question your honor, young Mr. Merchant
is my agencys attorney. Due to certain nefarious acts he was limited with
whom he could find to represent him. Kathrine, dear, you know the soft
spot I have for hard luck cases and volunteered my humble services.
Dick stated with his patented charm.

Merchant? Is he, Judge Vickers started, but was interrupted
by Dick,

YES, Mr. Merchant is the case before the court your honor. He
shot her a look that she instantly translated, and changed the subject to
address Ruby who was sneaking into the room.



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Hello Ms. Schwartz so kind of you to join us, Judge Vickers
said with a big grin.
Ruby just smiled a huge toothy grin and waved franticly before taking
her seat behind Dick and Peter.

Mr. Saunders please begin with your opening statement. Judge
Vickers said returning to the business at hand.

Actually your honor, if it pleases the court, I could call only one
witness we can forgo the entire proceedings of the trial. Dick said
confidently.
Peter whipped his head around to gape directly at Dick, as did Victor and
Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith do you agree with these terms? Judge Vickers asked
with a cautionary lilt.

Only if the court agrees to a summary judgment to the fullest
extent of punishment if Mr. Saunders cannot prove his case with this one
witness. Mr. Smith said confidently.

Mr. Saunders? the judge asked.

So agreed, Dick responded.

Dick are you completely insane? Peter whispered angrily.

Ruby leaned in, placed a single finger gently on his shoulder and
whispered, Peter, trust him. Peter just deeply nodded his head.

Your honor Id like to call Victor Prescott to the stand. Dick
said smugly.
Victor smiled to himself, stood and walked to oak witness stand. The
bailiff had him place his hand on the bible and swear to tell the truth.
Dick began asking simple questions such as Victors name, position, and
his relationship with Peter. He finally got to the point of the proceedings.

Mr. Prescott, could you please explain to the court the events
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Well, we had actually been looking into Mr. Merchants criminal
activity for some time. We had noticed several irregularities within his
billing cycles compared to his actual working hours. Finally after enough
evidence was collected we submitted the evidence we had against him to
local authorities. The day he was arrested we terminated his contract,
Victor stated plainly as if he were reading for a play.

When you say we who are you in reference to? Dick asked
casually.

Myself, and my three additional partners. Im sure youve heard
of them; they were the ones that forced you out of the firm. Victor shot
back trying to anger Dick.

Your three additional partners: Claudette Albertson, Jackson
Thrift, and Samson Schwhitesman? Dick asked for clarification.

Yes, those are my partners. Victor said with agitation.

Are you 100% certain you conferred with those three people, and
together you four came to the decision to investigate, turn in to
authorities, and fire Mr. Merchant? Dick asked calmly.

Yes, of course Im 100% certain! We had a meeting at my home.
I can even give you the date and notes from the meeting, Victor said
with disdain dripping from every word.

Please, Mr. Prescott, remember you are under oath.

Im well aware you crazy bastard that Im under oath. What Im
unaware of is why youre even bothering asking about this shit! Youve
really become a worse attorney than you ever were, Victor spat out.

Victor Prescott! In my domain you will control your mouth and
temper, Do you understand me? Judge Vickers interrupted the
proceedings.
Victor, very sure of himself, retorted, Of course Katherine,
anything you wish.



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I wish for you to address me as Judge Vickers, or Your Honor,
Mr. Prescott. She said dryly.

Um, yes. Yes Your Honor, Prescott replied visibly confused.

Your honor I object to this line of questioning. It has no
relevance to this case, and is a waste of the courts attention. I move for
immediate summary judgment against the defendant, Mr. Smith
interjected.

Mr. Saunders can you show relevance? Judge Vickers asked
with a Cheshire cat grin spread across her face.

Of course, your Honor, Dick simpered as he walked over to the
defense table. Pulling a folder from the top of the stack he reaproaches
the witness stand saying, Your honor Id like to submit these three
documents into the evidence as defense A C.

So noted, Judge Vickers agreed and then turned her attention to
Victor.

Mr. Prescott could you identify these three documents please?
Dick asked as he handed the folder to Victor.

Yes, of course, these are the partnership contracts of my firm.
They show that the other partners have a stake in the firm that you no
longer own... Dickie, he said as he threw the folder onto the thick
wooden banister of the witness stand.

Okay, your honor Id like to enter these into evidence as defense
D F, Dick said as he strolled back and grabbed another folder from the
table. Walking back to Victor and handing it to him, Dick continuined,
Mr. Prescott, could you tell me what these documents are, please?
Victor opened the folder and started reviewing the three stacks of papers
within. As he flipped through each of the pages more beads of sweat
formed on his forehead. Finally after he reviewed the papers individually
several times and finally answered flatly, They appear to be
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Could you please, for the record, state the names of the
corporations? Dick said smirking and folding his arms over his chest
looking at the trapped rat, Victor Prescott, on the witness stand.

Claudette Albertson, Jackson Thrift, and Samson
Schwhitesman, Victor mumbled.

And, please Victor, could you list the name of the CEO of the
three holding companies? Dick asked barely holding in his laughter.

Victor closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, Richard
Saunders.

Im sorry Mr. Prescott. I couldnt hear you. Can you repeat that
for the record?
Victor almost yelled back at Dick, I said the name of the CEO is
Richard Saunders! Richard Saunders, Dickie, are you satisfied?

Ruby just leaned back on the bench she is sitting on, but Peter sat
up to attention, and Mr. Smith just dropped his head into his hands.

Okay, Victor, that basically means that your three partners are
me, correct? I can swear that I have never, not one time, met at your
house to discuss Mr. Peter Merchant. So, Prescott, you have openly
perjured yourself in this court. Mr. Smith you may want to start a list.
Lets see what other crimes you have committed, shall we? Dick said
turning back towards the table and grabbing another folder from his
dwindling stack.

Now these documents are the quarterly report for the last quarter
sent to the partners. These are the last billing sheets submitted by Mr.
Merchant. Well mark these as evidence G-L. Now, Mr. Prescott if you
will, notice that the amounts charged by Mr. Merchant are significantly
smaller than the amounts shown in the quarterly reports. How do you
explain the inconsistencies? Dick asked.

I have no idea, youd have to consult a forensic accountant Dick.
Im merely going to make this easier on myself and plead the Fifth
Amendment. I will no longer answer any question on the grounds I may
incriminate myself, Victor stated and puffed out his chest.


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Alright then, your honor I do believe that the defense has
provided enough evidence to show that the charges brought up against
my client are erroneous and I move that they be dropped, Dick
beseeched Judge Vickers.

The court tends to agree with you Mr. Saunders. Mr. Merchant
please rise. She said to Peter who bounced from his chair immediately,
as she continued, Mr. Merchant it is the courts decision that the charges
placed against you have been a complete miscarriage of justice. In that
we are dropping all charges and expunging them from your record. Also,
court officers if you could please take Mr. Prescott and Mr. Smith into
custody. Judge Vickers ordered.

ME?! Why am I being arrested? Mr. Smith yelled.

Due to individual investigation based on the evidence submitted
to me through your and Mr. Prescotts office charges are being brought
against you on the basis of abuse of power, manipulation of your position
in the Prosecutions office, and conspiracy to commit fraud. I believe
there will be more, much more, by the time you get to go to court, she
concluded.
The two men were taken into custody. Peter stood astonished, confused
as to what just happened. He watched as Dick swaggered over to the
table and leaned facing the gallery shooting a wink to Ruby who was
smiling ecstatically. Still stunned Peter, stared straight forward without
blinking, dumbstruck.

Dick, what the hell just happened?

Your charges got dropped, Dick said confidently.
Umbefore that? Peter replied still stupefied.

Prescott was caught committing fraud and embezzlement? Dick
replied merely trying to torture him.

After that dammit! Peter replied losing his patience.

I think what hes trying to get at is the part where the curtain got
pulled back on our little show. You know... when everyone figured out


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that youre the owner of Prescotts company. Oh, and how you set this up
so that Prescott could have federal charges filed against him, Judge
Vickers said as she sauntered up and slipped her arm around Dicks
waist.

Yeah, yeah that one, tell me about that one! AND whats
thisPrescott even said in the hallway that you hated Dick and helped
take the company away from him?!? Peter said regaining his faculties
enough to actually join the conversation.

Well, thats a long story, but it all started about eleven years
ago, the judge said starting to tell the tale...

Dick had been questioning the underhanded and shady way Victor
had been acting for a few months. He had noticed Prescott was taking on
several meetings with outside attorneys. When asked about it he would
never give a full or definitive explanation. But, one afternoon a friend,
Scott Alastair, that Dick and Victor had gone to law school with called
and set up a lunch meeting with Dick.

Really Scott, its going to be a long day and Ive got so much
work to do. Why dont we set something up for the weekend? Dick
asked trying to get off the phone. He wasnt looking forward to leaving
the office. Victor wasnt pulling his share of the work load and Dick
wanted to maintain the prestige of the office.

Look man, Im not taking no for an answer. Not this time, its
important. Its about the future of your firm, Scott growled through the
receiver.

Alright, do I need to grab Victor? Dick asked confused over
Scotts claim and demeanor.

Hell no, jackass, this is about Victor. I thought you were smarter
than this shit. Scott losing patience over Dicks out of character naive
lack of understanding.

Alright, uhwhat time?

Well, what are you doing right now? Scott queried.


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Looks like Im meeting you for an early lunch. Dick said while
hanging up the phone. He grabbed his jacket and briefcase heading to the
elevators when Victor stopped him.
Hey, where are you going? You cant just leave here willy nilly
Dick. We have a company to run. If I have to do the whole damn thing on
my own why dont you just sell me your shares and you can go live
whatever life you want! Victor bellowed across the wood paneled
office.

Listen you sniveling little weasel; we wouldnt have a fucking
company if it wasnt for me! Now if I want to go to meet a new client, go
to lunch, get a massage, or skip down the sidewalk whistling Dixie its
none of your goddamn business! Dick yelled back as the elevator
chimed dinged.

Dick got in and slammed the lobby key on the pad.
Insubordination was one thing, but Dick will not be ordered around and
have someone demand what hes going to do with his time. Not in his
own company. He knew he should have never allowed Victor to become
his partner, but he felt sorry for him. Scott among countless others had
tried to talk him out of this ill fated error in judgment, but once Dick set
his mind to something that was what was going to happen. Dick arrived
at the diner that he and Scott had agreed to, and expected to have to wait
on Scott, but he was sitting there in a corner booth looking nervous and
furious.

Okay Im here, now whats with all the cloak and dagger shit?
Dick asked concerned. One aspect of Scotts personality that Dick
enjoyed was that he was as blunt as Dick himself. He didnt keep secrets
from friends, and he didnt host secret meetings in greasy spoon diners
without a specific method to his madness.

What do you know about Victor, and what hes been doing
lately? Scott asked Dick getting right to the heart of the matter.

Hes been shirking a lot of his responsibilities lately making me
pick up the slack. Thats about it, why? Do you know something? Jesus
hes not got into drugs or something illegal has he? Dick asked in a
clueless rant.


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No, worse man, much much worse. Hes been calling around
trying to take on new investors to be partners in your firm. One of them
was back east, and apparently Victor has a troubled partner that he wants
to force out, Scott said somberly.

Well thats not true. There are only two partners; me and him.
Dick said before the concept had a chance to settle in his brain. Scott sat
there staring at Dick with a knowing look plastered on his face. It only
took a moment for the scheme to hit a touchdown in Dicks brain.

You mean to tell me that slimy son of a bitch used my mom and
dads connections to let ME build a successful firm to only try to turn
around and force me the fuck out?!? he yelled.

Finally! Jesus man I thought I was going to have to write it down
for you or draw you a goddamn map. Whats Victor done to you; turned
you stupid? Scott laughed.

Yeah, apparently, Dick said as he starred past Scott lost in
thought trying to figure out what his next move was going to be. As if an
oven timer dinged in his head signaling the completion of the idea he
made eye contact with his auburn headed booth mate and started fishing
around in his pocket. He found the treasure he was looking for and pulled
a clinched fist out of his pin stripe trouser pocket with the corners of a
crumpled dollar bill peeking through the ends of his hand. He stretched
his arm across the table, placing his hand above Scotts folded hands, and
said, Here, Id like to hire you to be my private attorney.

I think Im worth more than a dollar, Scott chuckled accepting
the meager retainer.

When you prove your worth, Ill pay you more. We need to meet
tonight after work at my apartment. We have some things to cover, and I
have to figure out the best course of action. But, whatever it is that were
going to do its going to have to be quick, Dick said and stood from the
booth. Scott had been to Dicks apartment several times, and even lived
in his guest room for a month when his ex-girlfriend kicked him out of
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When Dick returned to the office Victor had sought refuge behind the
locked door of his office. Dick stepped to the receptionist and made a
demand that no call was to be routed to Victor. All calls asking for him
were to be sent to Dick, and no information given as to the change of
person they were getting. Dick sat in his office like a tiger ready to
pounce. He was feeling the deep stab wounds festering in his back more
and more as each minute ticked by. Dick was growing enraged, and it
was not safe for anyone when he felt like this. He wanted to lash out and
just pound his fist into Victors rodent like face. He couldnt think of
anything else, until the intercom buzzed and brought him back from his
trance.

Yes, Ms. Flannigan? Dick asked absently.

Theres a Mr. Collins on line 4 asking to speak with Mr.
Prescott, she stated with obvious shaking in her voice.

Alright thank you, Ill take it. And remember, if you like your
job hes to get no calls, Dick reminded her.

Yes sir. She replied.

Dick took the call, but answered as Victor. He spoke briefly to the
gentleman and gathered as much information as he could, but then hung
up the phone after informing him that the issue had been resolved and he
was no longer taking on any new partners. The phone call provided more
than even Dick had anticipated. Listening to the gravelly voice on the
other end express interest as a third party silent partner had taken Dick
beyond a white hot rage, and placed him into an area of sociopathic
plotting that even impressed himself. He ripped a legal pad out of his
desk drawer and started scribbling notes for himself. He wrote the
differing thoughts feverishly as if the ideas would flutter out through his
ears and fly away. He noticed Prescotts voice in the corridor and stepped
out to see what he was yelling about only to find him scolding the
receptionist.

I would personally like to know why in the hell Ive not received
any calls this entire afternoon. I had several important teleconferences
scheduled and I find it hard to believe that not one single call came
through asking for me! Victor screamed.


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What is all the raucous going on out here Victor? Have you
forgotten this is a law firm and not a sporting arena? Dick asked calm
and calculatingly.

This useless excuse for a secretary hasnt been answering the
phone calls and is going to be looking for a new job tomorrow because I
just fired her! He insisted.

No, shes not fired. If you actually read any of the memos that
have been put on your desk you would know that the telephone company
said that we werent allowed to take incoming calls for the next couple
days because their upgrading the lines and the more we use them the
longer its going to take to get the issue resolved, Dick lied smoothly.

The phones are ringing off the goddamned hook! Listen!
Prescott screamed.

You mean like the memo stated they would? That it is important
NOT to answer them because its the damn phone company trying to FIX
the phone service?! Dick retorted with growing agitation.

OhOh yeah I remember now. Im sorry Ms. Flannigan I had
let it slip my mind, Victor said trying to back pedal out of his public
display of stupidity.

Also, Mr. Prescott you should also remember that according to
our articles of incorporation that no one shall be fired unless both
partners agree to the termination, or had you forgotten that I am equal
partner in this firm? Dick asked ruthlessly.

Of course not Dick, dont go getting paranoid on me. I think, if
its okay with you partner, that we should just let everyone go home early
since we cant get any incoming callsits kind of pointless sitting
around here doing nothing and eating up our profits for salaries that
arent being earned, Victor hissed.

I agree, partner. Ms. Flannigan, please let everyone know were
shutting down early today and well reconvene in the morning. Hopefully
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Ms. Flannigan set out an email to all employees, Victor rushed for
the elevator to get out of the office, and Dick packed his things and went
home. He laid out his strategy in legible writings, and fine tuned his plan
and merely waited on Scott. When he arrived Dick had also prepared a
feast of finger foods and munchies to tide them over for their long
working evening. Dick had proposed a large gamble, one that would
require finesse and specific crafting.
At 3am Dick and Scott had finalized their plans, and decided to get some
sleep before they put the wheels in motion. Dick had listed three names
that he wanted to turn into dummy corporations. Scott was to incorporate
the names first thing in the morning, and meet with Prescott claiming to
have three interested parties wanting to buy into the Law Firm silently
and would agree to all terms. Dick, however, only had one task: speak to
an old friend that owed him a favor and yielded some power.

He called into the office to release the receptionist from her orders
of no incoming calls to Victor. He also informed her to ask anyone who
was interested that he would be in court, and would be out for most of the
morning. Dick was in fact going to the court house, and was presenting
himself in front of a judge, but not for a case.

Dick this is an unexpected surprise. What brings you down here
to see little ole me? Katherine Vickers asked fluttering her eyes
exaggeratedly.

Katherinehow would you like to help me out on a devilish
little project? Dick asked matter-of-factly.

Depends, is it illegal, and whos getting suckered? She
responded with keen interest.

No, its not illegal at all, and Victor, Dick shot out.

Oh I am so in, I despise that son of a bitch, she retorted.

You dont even know what it is yet, Dick responded amused.

Dont matter, if hes getting whats coming to him then please
more power to you. Im in. Do you know he actually called trying to get
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that where Id be a silent partner - I wouldnt have to report my
ownership to Judicial Review. He is such a slimy little con artist,
Katherine said with a shutter.

Dick explained the situation, told her about Scotts part in the
production. That Dick himself needed help in navigating the shark
infested legal waters to insure that this plan went off without a hitch. He
needed Victor to think there was animosity between himself and the
judge. Making sure that Victor would push to have the hearings in her
court. Gave her loose script to play with to help push for the sell of the
stocks in the company, and even promised to give a good show during
the hearing to make it all look presentable so she could save face.

All the pieces were placed in the proper position in this
exhaustive chess match between Dick and Victor. Victor would believe
that he was in full control of the office, Dick would get three quarters of
the firms dividends, plus Dick would get to start over doing something
enjoyable instead of this juridical trap he had found himself ensnared in.

A month went by since the battle strategy had hammered out, and
Scott was calling Dick at home daily giving him updates to the goings on
between Victor and the three silent investors. Victor managed somehow
to hint around every one of those days how the firm needed to bring in
some new blood. That the case logs were getting too deep and bringing in
new partners would be the only way to maintain the workload and have
personal lives. Victor had also managed to shove as much busy work as
he could onto Dick to keep him preoccupied and make it appear as if the
case load had increased to ridiculous levels. Dicks seething hatred for
Victor grew stronger as each passing day met him head on. Dick knew
that the sooner this was finished the sooner everyone and everything
would be ready to be set in motion.
Dick entered his office one Tuesday morning to face three
contracts laying on his desk calendar and a sticky note saying that those
three had bought into the firm, the checks were ready for deposit and
distribution, and the only thing needed was Dicks signature. Dick signed
the contracts, took a deep breath, and returned them to the receptionist to
have them filed properly. He spent the next two weeks slowly removing
his personal items from the office. He knew that once the contracts were
recorded it wouldnt take Victor long to get the papers he needed to
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Victors head was buried so far up his ass over this acquisition
that he was not paying attention to anything else. Dick could clean out his
entire office and not be noticed. He would wait till the day was over, and
Victor and everyone else had cleared out to pack his belongings down to
his car and take them home. The last box was the hardest. It was like
giving in or losing to Dick, and Dick hated to lose. He realized that with
the protocols he had put in place that he got the upper hand and
eventually things would work themselves around to where the truth could
be known. Unfortunately for now Prescott is going to believe hes been
the champion of this match. And the thought of that disgusted Dick well
beyond anything else.

Dick was informed of the court hearing, and gave a beautiful
performance in the courtroom. Made everyone outside the loop think
hed been robbed and of his distaste for the judge, but in all reality his
heart truly was breaking. He built that firm with his own two hands, and
the sweat of his brow. Victor was useless. For the first year he was
basically nothing more than a paralegal and receptionist. It was Dicks
well connected parents that brought in clients, and it was Dicks hard
work and sharp mind that won their cases. Victor merely kept himself
busy and got to know everyone while Dick strived and sacrificed to
create a platinum reputation. But, Dick had all but washed his hands of
the firm until he heard that Peter was about to graduate law school.

Through Scott, Dick maneuvered the situation. He had Peter
head-hunted and brought into the firm. He watched from the sidelines as
Peter established himself in the California judicial circus. Between Scott
and the grapevine he had eyes everywhere so he could watch out for
Peter. His well being weighed a great deal on Dicks mind and consience.
When Peter came to work at Marlowes the full weight and end of what
Dick had conspired came into view. Being able to help Peter made
waiting for payback sweeter.

I guess today brought everything full circle. Judge Vickers
explained.

Theres no way the charges are going to stickI mean this was
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No, it was never really a court proceeding. We contacted the
Federal Marshalls, and theyve been involved from the beginning. Dick
called me, I called them, and we got the ball rolling. It was basically a
sting operation, The judge said with conviction.

But, you had no idea Id pick you as an attorney, Peter stated
confused.

Its not like you had too much choice in the matter; I was your
best option, and waited till the right time for you to ask or me to
volunteer, Dick said confidently.

Soyou used me to get even with Mr. Prescott? Did he or did
you record the videos? Peter asked growing aggravated.

No you idiot, you did that shit to your damn self. Didnt you
listen? He fucking gave you a key to the mint and you screwed yourself
into the ground! Ruby yelled defensively in protection of Dick.

Ruby, its ok, I understand where hes coming from. The entire
rug of a lot of things in his life was pulled out from underneath him
today. We will get your accounts unfrozen, and youll have more options
available to you. But, your choice right now is to stay or to go... Dick
told Peter, leaving the proverbial door open for Peter to walk out of their
lives and strike out in the world on his own. Peter looked at Dick, and
then looked at Ruby. Dropping his head, he just said, Dont we have a
dead drag queen to investigate?

Theres our boy!! Come on Perry weve got work to do! Dick
yelled storming out of the courtroom.

Dammit weve talked about that shit Dick! Peter yelled after
him.
The men bickered amongst themselves down the hallway and into the
elevator. The arguing continued through the pedway and over to the
parking garage

Anytime now, Ruby said to herself. Damn, when is it going
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BOOM!!

A small puff of smoke rose from the street, the parking garage
trembled slightly, and an echo of a car alarm shattered Peter and Dicks
bickering. It didnt take much thought to realize a car had exploded, but
whos was the question. Dick looked over the railing onto the street
below to see if he could catch a glimpse among the throng of people
collecting. He saw it, a devilish grin lightened his face because in an
instant he realized that like, a cherry on top of todays events, Victor
Prescotts car had been blown to small, shattered bits.

Oh shit, time to go boyslets get this train a-moving, Ruby
whispered . She linked her arms into one of each of theirs, and pushed
them ahead saying, Keep walking boys. Just keep walking, walking,
walking...
















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Chapter 8 Date Night
Dick looked around at the dreary and seemingly awful world that
surrounded him. Everything was battleship gray; from the cinder block
walls, to the concrete floor, to the steel bars that kept the criminals in
captivity. Everything save one item: a rudimentary, hand built wooden
bench that was painted, albeit poorly, with thick white oil paint. It was
squatty and simply constructed, but at least its placement was in the right
place. Dick could sit there and look Prescott directly into the eye when he
said what he had to get off his chest.

Yes, this is the perfect place for a rabid animal like Victor,' he
thought to himself with a chuckle.
He knew he was not there to look at Victors new home though. He was
escorted by the guard to the holding cell that possessed Victor. Dick
looked on at the empty shell of a human being that he had so many
memories of. He reviewed their relationship in his mind in just a few
seconds and at the end they just lead back to this image he couldnt tear
his eyes away from. It was like looking at a train wreck; you want to turn
away and just ignore its existence, but the sick and demented part of your
brain wants to keep looking just in case you get to see something
interesting. How did it get this far,' Dick thought to himself. 'How did
the life of the man before him turn into such an epic debacle?'

"Come to gloat?" Prescott asked in a quiet, heartbroken monotone
voice that he was unfamiliar with. When in fact it is due to Dick that
Prescott isn't even going spend the first night behind bars.

"Come on now, Vic, that was always more your style than mine,"
Dick said reassuringly.

"Then what the hell do you want Dick?" Prescott asked in an
agitated staccato.

"Ive come to bail you out of jail," Dick responded an almost
frozen, sing-song voice that chilled Victor to the bone. Victor had never
heard anything like this from Dick before. "BUT," Dick finished smiling
cruelly, " were going to have a little chat first."

Victor couldnt imagine what Dick felt they had to discuss.
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that had everything taken away. He had been rubbing Dicks face in it for
years that he had conquered him. Though, in truth, Dick silently knew all
along that he had actually bested Victor. It was now Victor who was the
real pauper sitting behind bars. Although he hadnt quite figured out all
of his plan yet: he would. Somehow he was going to manage finding his
revenge, and he knew eventually he would figure out a way to blame this
whole damn ordeal on Dick.

"Im not selling my shares to you, you faggot son-of-a-bitch! If
that is why youre here you might as well just leave right now! You dont
get to win everything. Ill sell it to the lowest piece-of-shit ambulance
chaser I can find first!" Prescott bellowed out in one breath.

"Victor, youre not really very intelligent are you? As a lawyer
you really need to learn how to read the fine print of all contracts before
you sign them," Dick said as he lounged backward on the bench. He was
secretly enjoying the torture Victor was suffering completely caused by
his own folly. It had been a long time coming that Victor would get what
was coming to him, and Dick was thrilled that today was that day.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Victor asked
incredulously.

"That youre stupid; keep up man! Seriously!" Dick said with a
devilish grin.

"Not that part, you homo. The part about reading the fine print,"
Victor demanded with his eyes beginning to glow red.

"Legally youre not allowed to sell your shares of the law firm to
anyone other than the primary share holder. Oh, and then you can only
sell them for your original investment price. Which, if memory serves
correctly, was in the neighborhood of five-thousand dollars. Will you
take a check?" Dick said with a giggle that wold make any girl scout
jealous. He relished driving the proverbial knife into Victors guts and
giving it a nice twist.

Victor then thought back to the day he had signed the partnership
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knew he should have read them in detail. He wanted to get over on Dick
so badly that greed outweighed his sense of obligation and responsibility.

"Ill be damned to HELL before Ill give you the whole
GODDAMN company!" Victor shouted.

"Actually that works out better for me," Dick chirped.

"Hows that work better for you?" Victor hissed.

"Mainly because you are unable to receive a profit while youre in
prison. Thatll make it all mine," Dick retorted coldly.

"Goddamn it Dick, what the fuck are you even doing here?"
Prescott yelled exposing his seething hatred once again.

"Im here to make you a deal Victor, a deal that I really dont
think youll be able to refuse," Dick said.

"And what kind of deal is that Dick?" Prescott asked with a
defeated tone.

"Im willing to use my significant influence with all the powers
that be to keep your worthless ass out of prison," Dick said matter of
factly.

"In exchange for what?" Prescott asked, knowing that everything
with Dick comes with its own price.

"Well first off, of course, a significant decrease in pay because
youre going to have to relinquish your license, and can only be used as
an advisor or clerk," Dick responded innocently.

Victor felt like the trapped rat he was for the first time in his life.
He was the one that was used to pulling strings. He had clouded the
history with dreams and delusions of all of the subterfuge that existed in
the firm before Dick had left. He had convinced himself that all the
trickery and clever tactics were actually his idea. That Dick was just a
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parents. Victor wanted desperately to knock him down to size and make
Dick just as worthless as he saw him.

He never thought that Dick would go down without a fight. So
when his old partner left as easily as he did, Victor played the situation in
his mind countless times. He invisioned that Dick left with no problems
because he was annihilated He knew in his heart that this was how things
would go. That Dick would be too weak to fight back. That Dick would
live his life in poverty and shame. But now, now Victor can see it is Dick
was always in charge. That Dick was really a master poker player
considering he holds all the cards to Victors future.

"Jesus Christ Dick, there has to be something else that can be
done. Weve known each other since our freshman year in college,"
Prescott pleaded. He was hoping that he could appeal to Dicks softer
side; if he even had one.

"A gay man couldnt possibly be this ruthless, vengeful, or
calculating," Victor mused to himself. He had always seen them, gay
men, as weak willed and overly feminine. He never once thought or
realized that Dick was far more of a man than he could ever be.

"Victor, seriously, you disrespected and broke the law in
countless ways over the years. You also left on hell of a messy and highly
visible paper trail along the way," Dick said flatly. "Youre going to have
to pay for your crime one way or another. So... its either: twenty-five
years in prison OR finish your dance with this devil! Thats the only
choice you have."

Victor thought for a few minutes. He assumed that if he were a
good boy and played his cards right. And if he waited long enough,
eventually he would be able to best Dick at his own game. What better
way to do that than being free? Victor was scared to death of prison. He
knew hed never make it regardless of what kind of security he was
placed in. He was not meant for such things. He was the heir to a bright
litigious birthright. His family could be traced back engaged in important
legal matters for over a century. All the way to his great-great grandfather
who was a barrister in England. Victor would play along, and do what
had to be done for now, but when the opportunity presented itself he
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"Alright, go on, boss." Victor stated as emotionlessly as he could muster.

"Youre going to be assigned a position as a clerk. Your dividends
will be utilized to pay restitution to all the people youve swindled and
you will only answer to me or your supervisor whom Ive already
appointed," Dick said mysteriously.

"Let me guessthat silver-spoon prima-donna youve got a
raging hard-on for?" Victor asked with venom spitting out with every
word.

"Peter is never going to work for the firm again; hes right where
I want him. Hes got a lot of things to learn, and needs someone to keep
an eye out for him. That particular job has managed somehow to have
befallen me. In your perverse way of thinking I can see how you would
think what you do. You believe everything is about sex or control. But, to
me, in my world, he is simply another happy addition to my island of
misfit toys," Dick said with somber respect.

"So then, whos going to be my babysitter?" Victor asked still
trying to figure out his place on Dicks chess board.

"Scott Alastair. Due to his dedication and loyalty to me he has
been named CEO of Prescott, Albertson, Thrift, and Schwhitesman. I
believe youre familiar with him, right? I think hell be a great addition to
my firm," Dick said with a shining glint in his eye. He knew that Victor
would then understand just how thickly Scott was involved in the merger
and Dicks aggressive strike against Victor.

"Our firm, my dear friend. Im still a partner, and dont forget
that!" Prescott snapped.

"Yes youre still a partner. A silent one, so please do shut up!
Scott is now the CEO and youre going to learn what it means to actually
work for a living." Dick said. He then stood from his seat to walk out of
the holding area of the jail. He looked around the corridor, and then
stared Victor straight in his panic stricken eyes and grinned unashamedly.

He was halfway between Victor and the exit when he heard
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Dick just looked over his shoulder to the frightened heap that
once was at least half a man, and calmly said, "Of course not Victor.
Your bails been posted, and youll be released in an hour.

Victor was one to always bluster and yell to get his way; much
like a child throwing a temper tantrum to get a new toy in a department
store. Dick usually would pipe down and let the baby have his way, but
this time he knew there was no way to calm this storm. Victor was
backed into a corner, and when any animal is in that position they will
come out fighting. He had no idea what Victors next dubious attack will
be, but Dick did know that it wouldnt take long to figure it out. He was
not joking or just being mean when he said that Victor was stupid. He felt
that to his core, but only because Victor had worked too hard to prove it
so very often. Dick, however was smart and clever, he knew to keep his
friends close and his enemies even closer.

Dick was smiling to himself and lost in the conversation he had
just had with Prescott so much that he nearly didnt notice the shadow
looming before him at the exit door. All he saw was a shadowy figure
sticking his hand out from beneath the doorway. Stepping out of the
shadow and into the bright light of the doorway was a six-foot-two man.
The prison guard had signs of muscle tone that had slowly decreased
from what was obvious lax in his personal workout routine. He was using
his body as a wall between Dick and the exit. Dick, at first, was
beginning to experience anxiety until he caught sight of the guards goofy
grin.

That joviality only reassured him that no harm or animosity was
intended. He looked the guard over though, hoping for some insight to
the abrupt halt to Dicks departure. He was still very attractive with his
dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Alas, the handsome specimen
diminished himself with the scraggly beard that had attacked half of his
face. It was well kempt and maintained, but this young mans face just
could not support such a bold look. In Dicks mind he looked like a cross
between a swashbuckler and court jester.

Reading the mans badge Dick said, "Is there something I can
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"Can I ask you something that is really none of my business?" Anthony
asked shuffling his feet.
Dick found deep interest in this conversation. He had to know
what the innocent looking guard was pondering on. Dick had noticed him
listening intently to the conversation, not that he minded, he knew that
the guards were supposed to keep an eye on prisoners and visitors.

"Of course, those are the most fun questions to ask," Dick said
very amused.

"Umwhy are you going out of your way like this to help him? I
mean, you seem like a nice guy and allbut hes kind of a douche bag,"
Anthony responded not even attempting to mask his disdain for Victor.
"Since Prescott had been assigned to the holding cell hes been
demanding phone calls, water, food, just anything he could to attempt to
show he was in charge. Although all demands have been refused, and
once I even lost my temper and slammed my night stick against the bars
and barked for Victor to shut up. I still felt that he was in pain and wanted
to understand more about the prisoner before I decided to hate him
entirely."

"My dear fellow its all in the details; the context isnt exactly as
it appears." Dick said cryptically.

"HuhI dont get it," Anthony said running his left hand through
his wavy black hair.

"He cheated his way through law school. He tried to steal the
company that I built from underneath me, and he failed miserably. His
wife cheated on him, and plainly let it be known that she was only with
him for money. Then he attempted to pin his criminal activity on
someone that I care a great deal for. Again epic failed. Now Ill
personally have front row seats in watching him work for barely above
minimum wage in the same firm he tried to steal. He will struggle to keep
a wife that, Id bet, is long gone. I get to watch his jealousies grow for a
man that he once tried to destroy, but I will excel even higher than he
could possibly dream of. I will get to watch and experience the shear pain
of a man that I had the pleasure of taking everything away from. I didnt
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"Oh, so you think hes suffered enough and doesnt need prison
time?" Anthony asked trying to see some form of guilt or redemption in
Dick.

"Honey, hes yet to suffer. In prison he would have all the time in
the world to think of another way to screw somebody else over. But
working for me... in MY Company - for next to no money wouldnt be
prison; it would be hell. That is something I personally cannot wait to
witness," Dick said with venom.
"Wow man, youre kind of devious," Anthony said a bit impressed and
with a bit of delighted awe. "I had heard stories of Richard Saunders, but
never expected you to be ruthless and heartless towards anyone."

"There are three things in this world people need not fuck with:
Me, Mine, and things they dont understand. Peter is mine. I started
watching out for him when his father abandoned him a long time ago. So,
trying to destroy Peter is fucking with something that is mine. Doing that
means that he was trying to hurt me as well, he just didnt know it at the
time. And I can assure you, my good sir, I am something Victor Prescott
can never even hope to understand. He collected three strikes so I had no
choice but knock that little bitch out of the game," Dick said callously
and without remorse.

"Okay, I can understand all that. And I get you wanting to get
back at him, but" Anthony started.
He was cut off when Dick continued, "No, Im not devious. I just know
how to play for keeps."
Dick then scooted past the stunned Anthony and made his way down the
hall. He rushed so he could join the rest of the team back at the office for
a celebratory gathering of cheap take-out. He also wanted to see the look
on Peters face when he is presented with his surprise. Dick arrived at his
agencys office party a bit late due to his visit in jail with Prescott, his
delayed exit, and picking up Peters surprise.
Ruby had talked Peter into joining the festivities. She even got him to
help her hang streamers. When she wheeled out the helium tank he
helped to inflate balloons. Misty, who had received an urgent call from
Ruby, was waiting in the sitting area watching the two human tornados
turn the lobby into an official party venue. Ruby had explained to Peter
that even though he didnt know Misty well, he would eventually. She
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might-as-well get used to the idea of her being around. Besides, a party
needs people and at this moment Peter was ready for a party.

"Hey sweetie! Glad you could make it!" Ruby called to Dick as
he exited the elevator. Her outburst caused all eyes to turn to the open
elevator.

"Where have you been Dick? Oh my God manI cant thank you
enough!" Peter wailed as soon as he spotted Dick stepping off the
elevator.

"Well chief you may want to hold on to that until after you get
your surprise!" Dick said with jubilee.

"Surprise? Damn Dick you love surprises dont you? What is it!?
Are my accounts unfrozen, do I get another get-out-of-jail-free card,
whatwhats the surprise?" Peter rambled like a kid at Christmas. It was
the first real excitement Dick had seen in him since Peter came to
Marlowes and was thankful to see it finally.

Peter went ashen when the surprise revealed itself. Dick felt that
the only thing that could possibly top the events from this morning were
if Peter got to meet one of his icons in person; and it just so happened
that Dick was closely related to one of them.

"Hello, Im Claudette Marlowe. I understand youre one of my
biggest fans," Claudette purred to Peter.

"YesIve got a PeterI meanIm Peteryoure my biggest
fan.oh, shit!Im sorryIm your biggest fan! Its suchan
honorto meetyou" Peter stumbled and bumbled trying to introduce
himself to Claudette.

Misty burst out laughing at Peters stunned, asinine rambling. Her
laughter was contagious. All at once all of the partygoers exploded with
giggles. Along with all the laughter the color of Peter's cheeks became a
blazing rose. As the tittering died down Claudette, laid her hand on
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Claudette graciously accepted his social awkwardness and
unfeigned flattery. When Peter finally got a hold on his wits he proved a
natural conversationalist. Everyone seemed quite surprised. Peter had his
full attention glued to Claudette the entire afternoon. Claudette
enraptured Peter with her tales of her daily life, how she met her husband,
and her encounters with other legends of the silver screen.

Dick and Misty chatted, with some tension, on and off throughout
the afternoon. Meanwhile Ruby fluttered around the room, a surprising
social butterfly, talking to and hugging everyone - including Peter. Poor
Claudette couldnt move without Peter taking an equal step with her. All
in all it was a perfect celebration.

"I hate calling the festivities to a halt," Peter announced to
everyone. He hated especially since Claudette was there. He smiled at her
shyly and continued, "I have a date tonight and I hate to break my
engagements."

Everyone murmured their agreement, announced they had to be
leaving as well, and that time had gotten away from them. Misty hugged
him goodbye as did Ruby, but when Claudette tried to hug him - he
nearly passed out and had to sit down for a bit. Dick and his mother took
his repast as an opportunity to escape the fray and duck into the elevator.

"See, I told you." Ruby told Peter confidently.

"Told me what?" Peter said drunk with exhilaration.

"Dick always has a plan; sometimes its not as fun as this
onebut you can bet, there is a plan," Ruby said as she started ripping
streamers off of the antique ceiling.

**

He walked up to the white brick, two story building. The French
villa, in the middle of Los Angeles, was truly a lovely distraction from
the city-scape. The windows were large with wrought iron filigree
covering the outside panes. Dick came to the French doors, which had the
same filigree pattern across the glass, and entered. All around him were
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bulbs of different hues. The fragrant aroma of the restaurant tickled
Dicks senses. As he sought out the table he was looking for his eyes
were met with well-groomed, wealthy, and apparently snobby people.
The kind of people that were friends of his parents as he was growing up.

When his eyes fell upon Peter with his gray pinstripe suit and
puffed out chest he tried not to laugh. His ward was seriously trying to
flatter, and most likely seduce, the lovely creature sitting across the table
from him. Dick could only think to himself how ridiculous he looked
carrying on with this fetching blonde. He questioned how the population
of the country became so out of control if this is how all breeders
approached getting laid. He stepped forward and, the closer he got, he
could hear more of the embarrassing conversation.

"So, I decided that I would step down from that lofty law firm,
and help the 'little guy' at this detective agency. You know, give back to
the community a little," he bragged.
And her only response was a bemused, "Uh huh".

"It just seems more like the right thing to do."
Yawning she replied, "Yeah, youre such a giver."

"Yeah, Im always more into making sure those around me are
satisfied," he said in an awkward attempt to be suave and seductive.

Dick could no longer tolerate this cruelty to this woman across
from Peter and figured he would put this poor, wretched date out of its
misery. He swaggered over to the table, and pulled a chair from a table
beside theirs. Dick straddled the chair placing himself between the two.

"Hey, I think we need to go back to that club, he shot at Peter.

"Dick, what are you doing here? Cant you see Im on a date?"

"Of course I can see this absolutely beautiful creature sitting here.
Howdy, Im Richard Saunders by the way, but you can call me Dick.
Everyone else does," Dick announced feeling the need to show the poor
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"Hi, Im Gretchen," she said confused and extended her hand for
Dick to shake it but was pleasantly taken off guard when he bowed down
to kiss it instead.
Growing impatient, Peter blurted out, "Cant this wait till tomorrow,
Dick?!"

"No, if we wait then we will never get back to the dressing rooms.
I have a plan. Gretchen those are incredible shoes," Dick shot back with
growing annoyance at Peter, but refusing to lose his polite and respectful
demeanor with Gretchen.

"Thank you! They are terribly uncomfortable, but they just look
so good with everything," she says shyly and pats Dick on the hand.

"Im sure you dont have a problem making everything look
fabulous. And I can assure you I dont use the F-word very often," Dick
coos to her.

"Um, Dick, Im on a date. Cant you handle this alone?" Peter
shouts.
"No, I need a decoy. Youre the decoy," Dick retorts.

"Its okay, umPeter. If you have to go its alright. I know how
you like to give back," Gretchen says looking for a way to escape this
miserable facade of a date. She continues, "You know, I have some work
I need to do at home too."

"Oh, thats such a shame. Maybe we can have coffee sometimes. I
bet youre a latte kind of girl," Dick asks full on in character of his suave
performance.

"Well, if you boys get done early enough why dont you come
over to my place? Ill give you the address," Gretchen counters.

Excited, Peter smugly responds, "Im sure we can wrap things up
quick enough."

"OhI meant Dickfor a cup of coffee, decaf!" She blurt out
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Realizing hes now got himself into some trouble Dick chimes in with, "I
do appreciate it and all, Gretchen, but Id say Ill be pretty beat tonight."

Gretchen decides shes going to give it one more try with this
charming stranger, "Well. I understand, but call me sometime."

"Umthanks. Maybe we can go looking for guys together or
something," Dick says hoping that he could get the point across. She rose
up from the table and smoothes her pink cocktail dress. She smiles down
curtly at both Dick and Peter and, then storms out of the restaurant
leaving heads turning in her wake. The two boys at the table were left
together to sort out the wake of Peters disastrous date and Dicks plan
about how to get back into the club.

"Dammit Dick, she was going to sleep with me," Peter growled at
Dick.

"What date were you on? I stood a better chance than you, and
Im gay. So, your biggest concern was you were on a date. Youre not on
a date anymore, so you ready to go?" Dick asks.

An exasperated Peter stands up, slings his jacket on, and shouts,
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Chapter 9 The Decoy
The drive to the club was quiet, and Dick figured he had pushed
enough buttons on the young addition to his firm. So he decided not push
any more on the way to the club. Besides, he had a devious plan on how
to get back into the dressing room. Peter was not going to be happy with
the plan. Dick also knew that Peter would hate the end result, but
sometimes you have to take one for the home team to win the game.
Once they arrived the thumping bass and musical vibrations could
be heard and felt far into the chilled night air. This was a completely
different world than what they had experienced at their last visit. Outside
the club there were several groupings of couples and random people
lingering who had come for some fresh air, or to steal some quiet alone
time with one another. Peter was obviously not loving the sight of this
and was unsure how he would handle what was about to go on.
Hey Dick, I have a question, Peter asked slowly.
Alright man, shoot.
How did you know where I would be tonight?" Peter queried. "I
didnt tell you or Ruby where I was going? He half expected a
preposterous answer o maybe some kind of all knowing cryptic bullshit
that he had grown used; especially from Dick.
Much to Peter's surprise Dick responded nonchalantly with, Oh,
well, Ruby found it in your date book.
Becoming hostile again, Peter loudly proclaimed, My date book?
That was locked in my brief case: in my locked office. I locked
everything up before I left.
Yeah, its amazing what she can do, aint it? She is just gifted.
You should see what she can do with computer passwords. Poetry in
motion really, Dick said staring straight forward. He seemed quite
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Fuck! Really, man!?! Thats an invasion of privacy! Peter
shouted. He was outraged at the callous way that Ruby did not see
anything as being off limits. Like she thought of everything as being her
personal property. Peters anger swelled, but his bewilderment of Ruby
and Dicks relationship still took forefront in the form of confusion and
anger in his mind.
Speaking of invasions of privacy... Our little Ruby just sent me
the up-link to the cameras in the back room. Damn, shes good, Dick
said shaking his head with pride. Although Peter was curious to see the
footage - he would never give Dick the benefit of admitting it. He fought
his anger at Dick for mere seconds before the reality of where he was
smacked him in the face. Once more panic took back its tight hold on his
senses.
Dick, what are we going to do? Peter asked. "Exactly what is
our objective here? What is it you want to know?"
That guy Norris is just dirty. I can feel it. This is going to prove
it and help me take him down a peg or two. Is that clarification enough
for you, kiddo? Dick retorted.
But thats not what we were hired for, Peter whined. "And I am
not your kiddo. I am a grown man, Dick. I would appreciate you treating
me as one."
Dick tried not to lose his temper with Peter. He realized that Peter
was dealing with things he didnt understand. 'Eventually this guy is
going to have to learn how life really works at Marlowes.' Dick thought
to himself.
You still dont get it do you, sport? Family protects family. Its
just something you do! The right thing to do. Damn it, you have been
adopted. You will learn what true family is about. How it works! What is
right. Seriously, get with the program, or else I will sick Ruby on you...
and not the one who adopted you either. I will call out one of her other
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Thats not exactly the way my family worked I guess, Peter
whispered s thinking back to his conversation with Ruby. He didnt know
if he would ever be comfortable with Dicks bazaar sense of humor or
Ruby's multiple personalities.
You got a raw deal, I got that, but youre in a different world
now. So when in Rome, do as the Romans do, Dick, feeling slightly
guilty, made his tone much nicer.
This is a rainbow Rome though. I dont really fit into it, Peter
exclaimed.
Well, basically you dont have any other choices right now
junior. Sadly the only thing you have working for you is a psychotic
office manager, and little old me," Dick gave his most wolfish grin. "So,
heres the two things you can do: first, come to grips with the situation
you got yourself into, and the second is make it work. Lets go!
I dont want to go, Peter whined, again.
If I have a talk with Ruby in the morning, and try to be more
understanding of your limitations... will that make you stop whining like
a prissy little queen? Dick asks in an agitated tone.
Thank you! Yes! Peter stated emphatically feeling vindicated.
"What!? I am not a prissy li..."
No problem," Dick interrupted. "Now are you ready to get to
work?
Sure, what exactly do you need me to do? Peter asked with a
positive tone. He was now feeling ten-feet-tall-and-bulletproof.
Well, first we have to loosen you up a bit. Take off that jacket
and stupid tie. Youre going to a bar not an interview, Dick instructed a
stupefied Peter who looked at him sideways.
Okay, now unbutton a few buttons on your shirt, and run your
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Offended, Peter puffs up and says, I think it looks good as it is.
Yeahumyoure wrong, honey. Now, be a good boy and do
as youre told, Dick demanded somewhat playfully.
"Dick... I'm not gay!" Peter babbled emphatically. "I am not
comfortable going in there. I am not gay, Dick, and I don't want to go
investigate in there. There are gays in there and I don't want them to hit
on me or think I am gay! I am not gay!!"
Dick had had enough of Peter's tantrums. "Well that is great to
know, but the all the gay men of the world had a meeting and decided
that we don't want you on our team. Petey, we are all glad you are not
gay. You can by bi, transgendered, a cross dresser. We don't care. Just
shut up about it! For fuck's sake, sonny boy, just stop with your shit. We
have a job to do."
Peter allowed Dick to get him dressed and presentable for the
mysterious plan he had cooked up, but he would easily admit that some
information on what was about to happen would settle his nerves a more
that a little bit. Peter was still confused about what was supposed to be
going on. Dick assured him that everything would all be explained in
time. Peter really wished the time for information was now. The fact that
Dick had acknowledged that he understood Peters reservations and
limitations he felt more confident in blindly trusting him. They walked,
Dick first of course, into ominous looking doorway, with Peter following
timidly. It was back lit by twin black lights giving a mysterious look
about it. Down the short corridor was the oak, granite-topped admittance
counter. Dick pulled out a twenty dollar bill and silently motioned to the
overly tanned man behind the counter that he was paying for himself and
Peter. The man demanded their right wrists and strapped a plastic
bracelet over both.
They walked forward into the heart of the nightclub. Peter was
astounded at the transformation that happened between the daylight
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Misty Water's was not just some shabby rundown gay bar as his daytime
intro led him to believe.
When Peter's eyes had fully adjusted to the lighting inside of the
club what he found was baffled. What he saw before him was almost an
assault on his senses. In front of him Peter saw scattered groupings of
muted, misty blue couches. On the couches, he noticed - to his
discomfort, couples together on the furniture and it made him very
uneasy. The couples appeared to be either enjoying the shows on the
large oaken stage, or trying to steal a few moments for their love. Tables
were placed in front of the couches as a destination for long forgotten
drinks. Other tables-for-two were haphazardly placed to fill the larger
holes between the couches, as well as tightly woven around the stage and
it's sparkling songbirds.
Peter spied two bars that flanked the outer walls. They shone with
fresh hand waxing with stray glitter mixed in. Behind the bar, instead of
traditional mirrors were slabs of ivory marble. The marble was veined
with a shining and beautiful crystal blue. Bottles of liquor, every color of
the rainbow, seemed to hang in midair behind the counters. On closer
inspection Peter saw a hint of glass shelves holding the spirits. Peter was
perplexed to see there were no bar stools. Though he suspected this was
to enable the constant flow of alcohol to it's patrons, Peter still found it
odd. To one side of the closest bar he noticed a large opening covered
only with streamers of pale blue chiffon. Peter wondered what exactly
was behind those scraps of fabric.
A large dance floor was nestled between the bars. Peter thought it
a beautiful piece of art: honey colored pine with a winding oak inlay
running throughout. He watched as the people danced with wanton
abandon. They all seemed young and gorgeous; everything the rest of the
world strove to be. He was quite intimidated the actions and beauty of the
happy pairs. Peter felt completely out of place.
The far wall held an almost unnoticed old, wide iron staircase.
Simple and effective it led up to a loft. More of the same seating up was
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everything to set his nerve and resolve for Dick's plan into retreat. He
was on edge and extremely scared of the secretive plan that his boss had
up his sleeve.
Dick looked around - he was in familiar territory. He knew what
he had to find, and was certain he would be quick locate it. Finally as if
hed psychically channeled the whereabouts of his target he points to a
table next to the unknown doorway.
Dick leaned into Peter and says, You see that guy over at the
bar? Thin guy with white muscle shirt and sequined jeans?
Umm... Yeah, Peter slowly responds.
Go over and flirt with him. We need him to talk to us but not
know hes being interviewed, Dick explained, attempting to look coy.
Why dont you go flirt with him? Peter squealed.
Hes not my type. Dick says offhandedly while panning the
room.
Well hes not my type ether DickIm straight! Peter shouted.
Details man, details! Just go do it! We have an agreement! Go
introduce yourself and talk to him a bit, and Ill send you the questions
when he looks like he is into you, Dick states as he pushed Peter
towards the young man.
Dick sat quietly watching the situation unfolding with Peter.
Though he did feel some pity for Peter's situation he was secretly hating
that hed have to miss this train wreck in action. Dick knew that, however
unfortunate the timing was, work had to come first. He set his gaze on the
bouncer guarding the entrance to the dressing rooms next to the staircase.
Dick was about to send a strike message to Peter but was caught off
guard when a go-go boy, all glittered up like a strutting peacock,
sashayed up to the bouncer. The boy leaned against the wall beside the
large man. He was fighting with the tight pocket of his white skinny
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cash, and slyly handed it over to the bouncer who casually replaced it
with a vile of white powder. The boy slammed the powder into his pocket
and danced away back to his crowd of similar looking peacocks.
Dick thought to himself, So we can add drugs as another reason
this club is another sinking ship.
Peter, completely unsure what hed gotten himself into, now
slowly walks towards the target. He figures he would buy him a drink
and start talking just to warm him up a little. Then Peter would be able to
get what information he needed out of him. He sat down and started a
conversation.
Dick was still looking around the room trying to find the second
half of his plan. Over by doorway leading to the dressing rooms the
bouncer stood vigilant. Dick wasnt lying when he said he needed a
decoy, but he didnt include the details on purpose.
Excuse me, ah hem, my name is Peter. Whats yours? Peter
asked in an attempt to engage the young man. He handed the boy a light
beer.
Oh hi cutie, Im Stanleybut just call me Stan; everybody
does, he said taking Peters hand to shake it then gave him a peck on the
cheek that made Peter cringe.
Peter was sitting on his chair innocently enough listening to the
targets vapid conversation; celebrities, fashion, and anything that
would help support the narrow-minded, idiotic, false stereotype of what
all gay men are concerned about. Peter found himself being drawn into
the topics only because of the humorous way the boy was expressing his
opinions.
This, in Peters mind, is what Dick should be like. There would
be no room for confusion then, he thought to himself.
The two men talked for a few minutes, and every time Stanley
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started sending the questions. He was in a hurry to end this ridiculous and
rapidly uncomfortable interchange. He felt guilty for having to lead this
guy on who was obviously on the hunt. Peter was never going to allow
this horrid game show to go that far - regardless of what he felt he owed
Dick. Peter screwed up his initiative and asked Stanley if he could buy
him another drink so he could get his very own shot of liquid courage to
try and settle the sick feeling swelling in the pit of his stomach. Hoping
he would soon no longer feel like a trapped animal in this deranged game
Dick personally constructed.
Hey! What the hell do you think youre doing?!? An angry
voice from around the back of Peter's chair screeched.
Oh baby, its not what it looks like! I was just making a new
friend, Stanley apologized emphatically to a swarthy, well-built,
beautiful blonde man that appeared to spend every waking second in the
gym.
UmhhiIm PePeter, he stuttered out toward the brick
wall of a man standing in front of him.
Im your worst fucking nightmare bitch! Why are you hitting on
my boyfriend?! The body builder yelled.
Michael, baby, seriously dont get jealous and make a scene.
Peter was just being friendly, Stanley cajoled trying to deescalate the
growing situation. He then made the mistake of placing and innocent
hand on Peters shoulder.
Take your hand off him you cheatin bastard! Michael yelled
and jerked Stanleys hand away from Peter.
You know whatumI think Im just going to go. It was nice
meeting everybody, Peter said with anxiety growing inside him, and
feeling a great desire to rapidly escape. He stood and turned away to
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Peter felt a hand grab his left shoulder and heard, No you wont
pretty boy, youre staying right here.
Michael then turned him around and solidified his command of
the situation. He threw a stiff right hook across Peters jaw throwing him
against bar. Peter's head exploded with pain radiating from the site of the
injury. The force of Peter's weight landing on the bar shattered glasses
that stood defiantly in his way, and sent people flying out of the way like
the parting of the Red Sea. Stanley's super-sized partner continued his
assault on him. He was trapped between this Goliath and the glittering
bar with nowhere to run. Peter had never fought a day in his life. This
made it doubly impossible for him to attempt to defend himself. The
blows rained down from every direction, and connected to every
available part of Peter's face and torso. He felt his nose shatter and blood
gushed bright red and very hot from the wound. At the same time his
right eye swelled shut almost instantly. Peter heard what he thought was a
gun shot, but realized when the searing pain followed that his ribs had
been cracked. He felt that he was going to die while being bashed in a
gay bar by a homosexual Incredible Hulk. Peter finally gave in to the
attack and went limp, resigning himself to his fate of almost certain
death.
This beating was diverting all attention in the club to the
escalating fight. The list of spectators included all the guards as well as
the bouncer who stood between Dick and the dressing room he
desperately wanted to re-enter. The fight started at the end of the bar, and
got louder with Peter screaming like a wounded cat. The bouncer left his
station and that was Dicks cue. His sociopathic plot had worked. He
took the opportunity to slip into the back rooms to investigate. He was
constantly looking over his shoulder to insure he was not being followed.
He slipped inside the cracked door of Chandas former dressing room.
Feeling cocky he walked freely into the shabby and somewhat hollow
feeling dressing room. Dick thought that it must have been a reflection
into the emptiness it's former occupant must have experienced daily. His
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from the corner of the room. He looked around and saw a performer
sprawled across a disheveled green velvet sofa.
Although this painted up beauty was sitting Dick surmised she or
he had to be at least six feet tall. She looked at him with her steel gray
eyes as if she could peer straight through his pinstriped suit. She had
chunky layers of synthetic blonde hair cascading from her head and
framing her face. The delicate features were hidden by the thick make-up
meticulously plastered across her or his face. Dick was unsure how to
address or identify a transgendered person. When hed met Misty she had
already been transitioning from male to female. It was not question that
she was a she, but with drag queens he never knew if they preferred male
or female. He had always let Sam address them and just nodded
profusely.
This person sprawled herself across the war torn sofa as if she
were in the infamous scene of The Graduate.' She finally grew tired of
being examined by Dick and stood, dropped her lit cigarette on the hard
wood floor, and crushed it with her rhinestone adorned high heel shoe.
She ran her hand slowly down her rounded hips straightening her ice blue
sequined dress, and brought them back up to draw attention to the supple
and obviously buoyant breasts spilling out of her bodice. Her body was
flawless, and well proportioned, for a woman. As she sauntered across
the floor towards Dick he couldnt help but admire the artwork the doctor
had been creating and could only think, Nothing this pretty could
possibly be real.
Oh, Im sorry. I didnt think theyd reassigned this dressing
room yet, Dick apologized. He was captivated and hypnotized with this
persons fluid movements.
Oh, they havent honey; I just always came in here and talked to
Chanda before the show. I don't think you are supposed to be here, are
you? She purred coyly.
Misty gave me permission, but she saidhedidnt have any
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He was a she deary, very much a she, she said in a sultry voice,
and continued, but, Id be the closest thing to a friend she had.
Closest thing to a friend? He queried trying to distance himself
from this siren.
Yeah, she never talked much, but she listened and never acted
like I bothered her. I would come in and just talk up a storm. But, I guess
we werent as close as I thought. Poor thing must have pissed somebody
off pretty bad, she continued.
So, she, never talked about her life? Dick quizzed hoping to get
some information.
Are you a cop or something? She shot back coolly.
Or something, and you never answered the question, Dick said
callously.
Matching his tone, she replied with a giggle, Neither did you.
It didnt take Dick long to understand the parameters of this game
he found himself in and understood he was flirting with disaster. Dick
decided to play along and screwed on his A game in flirtation, Okay,
touche. Im a private detective hired by Misty.
Well Mr. Private Detective, I am absolutely Divine. Divine
Temple, She stated with an air of majesty.
Well, Ms. Temple it is definitely a divine pleasure meeting you,
Dick stated adapting to his role quickly. He walked across the room and
planted himself on the abandoned sofa to continue this cat-and-mouse
game.
Then suddenly Dick heard a low male voice shouting, Hey, what
are you doing in here? You were told to get the hell out and not come
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Oh, hey Bubbles. Didnt see you there, Dick said while turning
to face his former opponent.
Get off your ass and come with me," the bouncer ordered, "Mr.
Norris wants to see you! He pulled Dick to his feet and shoved Dick out
of the dressing room. Divine was left behind him waving and blowing
Dick a kiss goodbye.




















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Chapter 10 Threats, Lies, and Bullets

Dick was pushed into what used to be Mistys office. He remembered
teasing her when he first saw it, and claiming it looked like the eccentric
madams room of a whorehouse. She had lavender, pale blue, and soft
pink chiffon curtains over the doorway into the foyer of her office as well
as the French doors to her office. The same chiffon sheets, weaved into
various patterns, were used as tapestries to decorate the ivory walls. The
pieces of fabric art hung from the original decorative tin ceiling to the
floor.

Stark white roman half columns stood as bottoms to glass topped
tables. The columns were also used as stands for pastel rainbow colored
flower arrangements and figurines. Dick swore the statues were to phallic
to insult, but should be studied. A mint green, crushed-velvet couch with
matching armchairs were arranged closest to the French doors. The off-
white coffee table held a very large basket of flowers. On coordinating
end tables each held a silver toned lamp with ivory chiffon adorning the
shades. Satin pillows mirroring the other pastels, in various shapes and
sizes, adorned the furniture. Larger pillows sat on the wooden floor to
make more sitting room.

Across the room from the sitting area was Misty's 'war room' as
she called it. The far wall was covered in dark wooden bookcases. The
shelves were stocked with leather clad novels from bygone days. Placed
in the front of the valuable collection were portraits of happy days and
warm memories. The shelves of the bookcase were built around a rather
large historical treasure. An ornate, tin, filigreed frame housed an
expensive 1920's era looking glass.
On the left wall were two wide, stout antique file cabinets of cedar
matching the shell of the library. To the right of the large desk was a
small and simple table with only one thin drawer. Also of the matching
cedar, the antiquated, feminine writing desk fit Misty's personality
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seats covered in an intricate ivory and mint, paisley pattern.

Sam had bought Misty a grand opening gift when she opened the
club. The center of the room was dominated by the three-thousand dollar,
smooth top mahogany desk. It had molded edges and short legs. It just,
'Absolutely had to have fluted columns and acanthus carved trim,' Sam
repeated to Dick over and over. Sam wanted her to have the best of
everything to start out her new venture. The three seats around the overly
intricate desk had the same fabric that covered the chairs of the writing
desk.

Dick missed having Misty as a constant in his life. She, like her
brther, offered a brightness of optimism to this cruel world. She had sass
and a wit that Dick thought mirrored his own. The two would spar back
and forth to the entertainment of all; Ruby and Sam delighted in their
games. Dick and Misty used to be family, and on top of that they were
great friends. After Sam was killed though she became ice cold. She
blamed Dick for her brother's death, and after Sam's death Dick just got
lost in his own grief. Not caring how the rest of the world felt or what
they needed, he alienated quite a lot of people from his life - including
Misty. The only one who stood unwaveringly by both Dick and Misty
through this horrible bleak time was Ruby. To this very day Ruby
remained their only true connection. That fact filled Dick with regret.

Now however, Dick was brought out of his memories all too
rudely. As he was forcefully pushed into the office it was clear that the
infamous Mr. Norris had proclaimed this territory as his own. 'I wonder if
he pissed on everything too?" Dick thought to himself. Norris had
stripped all shreds of evidence of the room's past inhabitant. All flavor
was sucked out of the room. There was no life; no hope lingered here
anymore. The walls had been stripped down and replaced by gray stucco
and a tacky-ass drop ceiling. The pillows and columns and furniture had
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occupant they held. Everything had been replaced with a cheap, beige
metal desk, a desk calendar, and two folding chairs. One of the chairs
was already taken by the illusive Mr. Norris.

Mr. Norris I presume, Dick called as he swaggered into the
dreary cave of an office and threw himself into the folding chair and
kicked his feet up to rest on the corner of cheap excuse of the desk.

What are you doing back here? Mr. Norris spat out vehemently.
Finishing my investigation, Dick said nonchalantly.
I thought I made clear that your investigation was over when you
got kicked out! He said with a smirk, and then readjusted the black
bowtie around his neck.
Not to be out done Dick decided to play along and responded,
Well, sometimes Im a slow learner.
Well, maybe Ill have my associate here take you out back and
teach you another way.
Are you sure you want to do all that? Dick questioned with a
smug all-knowing expression cemented on his face.
Yeah, I think I dowaitwhat do you mean by that? Mr.
Norris asked his tone guarded. He then threw his hand up to stop his
associate from descending on Dick.
Dick took his time before answering the question. He looked
Norris in his beady eyes, then folded his hands behind his head, and
answered, Well, youve turned this once legitimate establishment into a
trendy crack house. Youve been quite the busy boy. I would personally
think someone looking through an empty dressing room would be the
least of your worries; uhshould I go on?
You got no proof of that! Mr. Norris wailed.


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Dont need proof, just a cop coming into a gay bar to investigate
a drug ring is more than enough probable cause to have you arrested and
your name splashed all over the newspaper, TV, and of course the
internet, Dick mused languidly while watching beads of sweat form on
Norris forehead.
Sounds like a threat, Mr. Norris hissed as he leaned back in his
chair.
Now I just thought we were having a civil conversation? Dick claimed
as he mirrored Norriss behaviors.
Yeah, thats right; a civil conversation. Go on, Mr. Norris
relented suspiciously.
Now, if I can go back to what I was doing then we can just
forget the whole matter altogether. Unless of course youve got
something else youre afraid Im going to find out... he mused.
I have no idea what youre talking about, Mr. Norris said, as he
nodded his head and the bouncer walks over and starts to lift Dick out of
his seat by his coat
Really now, okay then that means that when I push the send
button on my phone and it dials my friend, Inspector Davis of the LAPD
you wont have any concerns? Dick asked with great satisfaction.
Put him down Norman. What exactly is it your looking for
Mr, the defeated Mr. Norris growled.
Dick turned to the bouncer laughing, NORMAN, reallyyour
name is Norman? Hell I think Id stick with Bubbles.
It was my grandfathers name, he said defensively.
Did he have a better personality than you? Dick continued.
Norman lunged forward as if he were going to grab Dick, but he moved
out of the way and laughed harder at the oaf attempting to best him in
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Hey, answer the question, Mr. Norris yelled out while
slamming his fist onto the desk growing impatient with Dick and his
unimpressed demeanor.
Oh Im sorry, Im Mr. Saunders, he retorted.
No, Mr. Norris hissed.
No, Im not Mr. Saunders? Dick responded enjoying the play
on words.
What are you looking for? Mr. Norris responded with a steely
gaze.
Why, the identity of a dead drag queen that worked here, of
course? he said with little to no concern.
Alright, Ill give you ten minutes. Cops have been in there a
couple times. You shouldnt need no longer than that. And, Norman will
make sure you dont get lost. Oh, and make sure I dont have to look at
his fucking face no goddamn more Norman, Mr. Norris commanded.
As Dick was being hoisted out of the chair by Bubbles he had
to get one last jab in, Well thats awful generous of you Mr. Norris.
Since me and Norman havent got to spend any time together today.
Leaving Mr. Norris office they strolled down the stairs and
headed towards the dressing room. Dick looked around hoping to see
Misty or at least Peter. He nearly felt bad for what hed gotten Peter into
with that fight, nearlybut not quite.
Hey Bubbles, wheres Misty? She usually meets people at the
door, Dick asked the bouncer who was pulling him down the darkened
corridor.
She wasnt feelin good so she went home. You wanted to look
around now make it quick dammit, Norman demanded as he threw Dick
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He was aware that some regrettable changes had been made to the
club in his absence, but he knew something drastic had to be going on.
That would be the only thing to keep Misty away from that front door on
a business night. She took great pride in being planted right there to greet
the regulars and meet the new people who strolled through the
entranceway. She considered herself an enchanted fairy: solely
responsible for the good time had by all lost souls who happened to find
their way into this particular den of saints and sinners.
Dick thought about making a show or spectacle of this search, but
figured he had a limited time frame and had no question that Norman
would make sure he was out of there in the allotted time. He walked over
to the war torn dressing table and attacked the stubborn drawer. After a
few minutes of fussing a prying the object holding the contraption from
releasing its hidden treasure came loose. Dick found a decorative wooden
box hidden inside. It had to have slid around so that the corner lodged
against the top of the drawer slot. Dick knew he had found a hidden gem,
something that may possibly bust the case wide open, or it could contain
toothpicks for all he knew. But, at least he got what he came for.
Hey, whats that? Norman asked instantly with unrestrained
concern in his voice.
Its a box, Dick responded while examining his newly found
treasure.
Whats in the box? Norman retorted.
Dunno, havent opened it yet, Dick said while looking up to
Norman.
You gonna open it? he replied with his patience growing
thinner.
Yeah, Dick said in an obvious tone.
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Nah, itll spoil the surprise. Hey, let me ask you; did you know
this, uhperformerwell? Dick mused.
Dick had noticed the bouncer would act weirdly whenever
Chandas name was brought up. At first Dick just thought he had issues
with gay people. Something about him tonight and the concern and
curiosity over the box gave Dick another impression.
Yeah, I knew em, he said while looking away.
Dick noticed the change in the bouncer and this flared his
curiosity, What did you know?
Depends, is all Norman said.
Depends on what? Dick pried
Depends on if youre gonna show me whats in the box or not,
Normal smirked.
Why does this box have you so nervous Bubbles? Dick said
regaining control of the conversation.
Look man, I just got a job to do here. All I want ta know is
whats in that box, Norman shouted anxiously.
Dick had an epiphany, You and this performer were more than
just associates werent you?
Yeah, so what. It aint none of your business, Norman said
defensively.
You just didnt exactly sound off any bells I guess, Dick mused as he
made himself comfortable in the chair of the makeup table.
Whatcha mean, sound off any bells? Norman asked confused.
Gaydar man, gaydar. I would never have thought, Dick
started asking and was instantly cut off.
Thats cause I aint gay, Normal yelled as he lunged towards
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involved with a drag queen?
Its complicated, and none of your business. Your times up. You need to
leave, Norman demanded.
Touchy. Touchy, Dick said as he lifted his free hand to show
surrender. He stood up and walked towards the door of the dressing
room, then turned and said, Alright Bubbles, you win. See you in the
funny papers.
Dick walked out clutching the little box he had found. He was
trying to decide if he should go directly to check on Misty or wait until a
better time. He looked up from the box, and saw Peter leaning against his
car with a handkerchief pressed up against his bleeding lip and his freshly
bruised forming on his right eye.
Please tell me you found something, Peter said with disdain
dripping from every word.
Lifting the box up like an excited child he said, Yep, I found
something.
Whats inside? Peter asked.
Dont know yet. Figure we can open it tomorrow at the office.
You look beat, Dick said with a concerned tone.
I look beat up? Beat the hell up is what I look like. I texted you a
bunch of times, and you never fucking answered. I almost got beat to
death in there! Peter yelled.
You did? I was kinda tied up. Sorry, sport. Did you actually get
him to talk to you? Dick asked with a smirk slowly growing across his
face.
No! I was texting you to tell you that you got my ass kicked.
That I was lucky enough to have Thor break my nose and ribs and that I
was ready to leave, he growled.
Yeah, I should have told you Michael is really jealous and kinda
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You know themBY NAME? Peter screeched.
Yeah, Stanley Horowitz and Michael Sandroff. Nice guys as
long as you dont get too close to Stanley, he said innocently.
Then why in the hell didnt you talk to them? Peter screamed.
Didnt really have anything to say to em. Im pretty sure theyre
just as useless tonight as theyve always been. Dick explained casually.
Peter, defeated and disgusted, asked, You set me up to get in that
fight didnt you?
I told you, I needed a distraction; you were the distraction. You
did a great job by the way, Dick said trying to reassure Peter.
Just as Peter went towards Dick with his finger pointed to give
Dick a piece of his mind a bang pierces the darkened alley way and a
whizzing sound darts past Peter. They hear a ricochet on the street and a
clanging noise from the chain link fence beside the car.
Dick grabbed the back of Peters shirt and pulls him to the ground
as Peter yells, What the fuck was that?
That my dear boy is the sound of a near death experience! Dick
yelled as he fished the keys from his pocket while scrambling to the other
side of the car with Peter in tow.
"What do you mean a near death..." Peter was cut off by another
gunshot ringing out through the dark night.
Once in a safe place hidden behind Dicks car they tried to get a
look at the shooter. All they can see is a body silhouetted the roof top,
and another explosion from the barrel of a gun. Dick reached into his
jacket and pulls out his revolver. He attempts to take aim when another
bullet whizzes by his head. He ducks back down and shields Peter as best
he can. Dick then raised back up and gets one round off quickly before he
darts back down to protect Peter who is crouching down covering his
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thunderous bass booming from the club, people screaming and yelling
from the gun shots, and a distant door slamming. To Dick this door
slamming as a sign that the shooting was over. He jumped up ready to
run back into the club to find the coward whod just shot at him when he
feels Peter clutching his jacket.
Dick, come on, please mancan we gomy dates been ruined,
I got beaten, and now some fucking psycho playing a Russian roulette
with my life! Peter bellowed as tears streamed down his panic frozen
face.
Come on man, its not that bad, not really. See theyre gone
now, Dick said softly trying to calm down his new friend.
I was fucking talking about you; you SON OF A BITCH!! I
want to go home NOW!!! Peter wailed.
Dick drove Peter home, and walked him to his apartment just to
make sure he was safe. Dick assumed Peer had to be getting close to a
breaking point, but didnt know how to reassure him that things would
get better.
On his way home the little wooden box called to his imagination.
The curiosity of what could be possessed inside was becoming more than
Dick could refuse. The box had an air of familiarity, but for some reason
his memory was failing him as to where he had seen it before. Dick
decided that too much was just too much and refused to refuse himself
this one guilty pleasure of finding out what mysteries hid themselves
within the little treasure box.
Many thoughts had raced through Dicks mind as to what could be in this
box as he sought for a safe place to pull over and open it. All things
considered were centered on the slain drag queen, but what Dick
discovered once he opened the lid was more than what he was prepared
to find. It could be the murder weapon he thought to himself, or maybe
its this dead drag queens personal stuff."


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Hidden within the confines of this little box, buried deep and
lodged inside a dressing table drawer was several years worth of
collected dust and a letter. A letter left there for Misty by her brother.
Dick unfolded it gently and sniffed in the intoxicating lingering scent of
Sams cologne that was still held within the creases. He thought for a
moment that he may be invading too much by reading a letter that wasnt
for him, but decided he would handle the fallout later. The scrawled
handwriting was so familiar, and he was nearly the only one cable of
deciphering his love's horrible penmanship:


















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Dear Sis,
I know you may be a little upset with me because by now Im sure you
know that you dont own the club by yourself. I kept fifty-one percent of
it just so I could help you look out for it. Lets face it you suck at
business, and need a guiding hand sometimes.
Please dont tell Dick that I still own half of the club because he
would get mad and think I dont trust you, but you know thats not true!
I trust you just as much as I do him, but I want something thats still
mine and yours too.

Sis, if something should ever happened to me I want you to
promise you will look after Dick. He acts all strong and tough, but he
hides his pain so deep sometimes that it gets lost and starts fighting to come
out. Hed never admit it, but hes really a teddy bear. He is one of us,
and I need to know youll have each other if Im not able to be with you
guys anymore.

Love Always
Your Sammy



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Chapter 11 In Plain Sight
Misty sat on her white brocade sofa holding and ice pack to her
fresh bruise pondering the dead stop her lifes direction has came to. She
seemed to be in an abuse relationship with her business partner. If she
stepped out of line instead of it hurting her bottom line hed simply hurt
her. There was a knock at the door, and she jumps up and takes a look in
the mirror. She used make-up to cover a busted lip and a black eye but
nothing has relieved the swelling. Taking a breath at the door she opens it
in fear of whom could be standing on the other side.
Who is it, she yelled?
Your brother-in-law, he replied.
Dont you mean ex-brother-in-Law? Sammie is dead, remember, she
asked sarcastically.
Of all the horrible things I have to deal with thats one that never leaves
my mind, believe me I remember. What the hell happened to you, Dick
demanded.
OhIm such a klutz. I was getting out of the bathtub earlier, and
slipped. Hurt like hell, she stuttered.
Yeah, Im sure it did. But you know, I thought we were past the point of
lying to each other. I mean hell, youre the one that called me a murderer
when Sam died. After that kind of exhibition Im sure you could do better
than that, he yelled as hate filled his eyes and he fought off tears.
Im sure I dont know what you mean, Dick, she huffed.
You slipped and fell in the bathroom? You couldnt be more original
than that? I mean hell the damn thing is wrapped in rubber adhesives for
Christs sake. Did that Norris clown do that shit to your face, he asked
trying to gently stroke her face?
Jerking away from his touch, she became agitated and blurted out, Its
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I was wondering if you did a criminal background on this Chanda? I
mean you used to be super vigilant about stuff like that, he queried.
Yeah, I did, but I knew the information that came back was wrong. But,
we needed another performer, and Mr. Norris said that he didnt care
about all that, and if she was caught stealing or something that he would
take care of it. So, she was hired, she explained.
With a puzzled look on his face he said, I need a copy of that report, and
one of each of the people working there.
Why Dick? The case is over. You just need to drop this, she cried.
Sam was killed by God only knows who. There is no way were going
to find out who did that, but this person was killed in your club, in a
restricted area, and so there arent a lot of people who had access. We can
find out who did it, and who he was so we can at least get him the justice
Sam wont get, he yelled back at her losing his cool for the first time.
A somber looked crept across her face and she said, Dick, I have to
know, why didnt you invite me to the memorial service? He was my
brother after all?
Shuffling his feet, he quietly said, Because there hasnt been one yet.
Dick, were going on two years and you still havent done a service for
him, she asked as she stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder?
If I do a memorial service that means hes gone, and he aint coming
back, he whispered.
Hes gone and not coming back if you have a service or not. You owe
him that. No matter, Ill have one. My little Sammie deserves it, she said
with tears in her voice.
No, Ill have one. Youre right. Ive put it off far too longhow about
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Thank you. Hed rather it be done by you anyway. Now, why do you
need the backgrounds of everybody else, she asked with hesitation?
Just a theory Im working on. And, what, if anything, can you tell me
about Divine Temple, he asked?
Divine, well not much to tell really. Shes a mediocre performer, but
usually there. She thinks shes a lot better than she really is, and kinda
nuts, Misty responded with a quizzical look on her face.
Kinda nuts? How so, Dick continued?
Well, when I made Chanda our lead performer she trashed the group
dressing room, and swore she was going to burn the club down. She is
such a drama queen, Misty said as she rolled her eyes.
But, she said that she was the closest thing to a friend Chanda had. I
wonder why she said that to me then, He questioned to himself?
Misty, however provided and answer, Probably thought you were cute,
and was wanting to seem wholesome. Whats funny is shes just
whoresomegirl would sleep with a snake if it could be held down long
enough, she said with a laugh.
Anybody? Like that bouncer, he asked?
My Normy, oh heavens no! Dick, Im surprised at you, she said aghast.
Why?
Your slipping. Usually your gaydar is better than that. Dick honey, hes
straight, and not like that new plaything at the office. Normy really is,
Misty stated.
Hes the one who said that he and Chanda were more than associates,
Dick blurted.
Well that dont make sense. I know hes not family, she said confused.
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Hes always showing up with different girls, and I think hes got like
three kids by different women. Hes not really into guys. I just dont get
it, she continued.
And youre sure theyre not beards, Dick asked?
Honey, no beard has ever acted like these girls do. Theyre getting
something from him, if you know what I mean, Misty concluded.
Now what about this Norris character? Whats his story, Dick
continued questioning?
What about him, she said with a sigh?
Well, first off, how often does he hit you, Dick asked bluntly?
I told you I fell.
Yeah, and I didnt believe you then either, Dick retorted.
When I over step my boundaries sometimes he gets really upset, but
hes an awful truth I have no other choice but to deal with. That club is
my life, and I cant just give it to him, she said while bursting into tears.
Do you have a copy of that contract? I think it needs gone over again,
Dick stated.
You going to let your little pretty boy look over my briefs too, she said
with a smirk?
Hes the office attorney. Hes not mine, and hes straight. No mixing of
business and pleasure, Dick responded flatly.
From what Sammie told me the pleasure was why he worked there, she
said devilishly.
Sam was different. That agency was mine and his. I owed Peters dad a
favor, and hes in a tough spot right now. So this way I can kill two birds
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How do you know his dad, she queried?
Its a long story, and I really dont wanna go into it right now, please,
he asked coyly?
Alright, but why do you want the contract, Misty said with a growing
look of concern on her face.
Just a couple reasons. Ill be able to explain in a day or two, okay. Just
trust me, Dick pleaded.
Please dont do anything thats going to hurt my club, she asked again.
Dont worry. I just need that and those files. Ill take care of it, he
responded.
One second Ill get em, she said reluctantly and headed for another
room.
You keep them here, he asked cautiously?
Yeah, Mr. Norris makes sure he knows everything thats at the club, and
I dont want him getting rid of any paperwork or anything you know. Its
just a little precautionary measure, she said.
Hes got you really scared dont he, Dick said growing angry again?
Hes not a nice person, and I dont really want to think about it, she
said as she slipped into the next room to gather the files. .
Dick walks over to the mantle and stares at a picture of he and
Sam smiling at the beach. He goes into that memory. It had been a hot
day in July with very little work to do; Sam decided they needed to spend
some quality time with surf and sand. They dragged Ruby along just for
good measure and all four went to the beach. The day couldnt have been
more perfect. But, then again, when Sam decided it was time to play he
meant business. They stopped by some little store on the way, set up their
days camp, grilled their lunch while gulls squeal over head and waves
crash on the shore. After playing in the tide for a while Dick made his


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way to the camp and was shortly tackled by a sea soaked Sam. The salt
air perfumed everything around them and they watched the passersby,
and played in the sand. Ruby whipped out her camera and took several
photos of everyone throughout the day. Dick never knew that shed given
Misty a copy, but then again that day became tainted from the fact that
Dick had to tell everyone that Sam was killed only weeks afterward.
Dick was pulled out of his walk down memory lane when Misty returned
with a box filled with a bundle of manila folders.
I dont see how these are going to help, but here you go, she said as she
crashed the box into Dick.
Just leave everything to me, Ill take care of it. I promise, he said as he
made his way to the door.
Hey Dick, thanks, she said softly.
Yeah, dont worry about it. Thats what family is for, he said with a
wink.
***
To say that Dick woke up the next morning in a bad mood was a
high understatement. He wanted to just bury his head under pillow and
hide. He didnt want to have to deal with people, but considering hed
slept at the office again the night before it would be difficult. He could
hear Ruby clanging around with her keys trying to wedge them into the
locks out front, and knew that shed be in his office in no time flat to
wake him up and send him home for a shower and fresh clothes.
You look like hell. She said with no concern or consideration.
Thats the main thing that Dick admires about Ruby; she never
falters in saying exactly what she thinks and when she thinks it. She
claims to be trying to become an actress, and is going from audition to
audition daily and always dressed in the most outlandish costumes
imaginable but Dick just assumed she was merely trying to find herself.
To his knowledge shed never landed a single role, and he even had his


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mother try to get her a bit part in one of her films but Ruby just refused it
saying the part wasnt right for her. Dick knew she didnt want to be an
actress, but loved playing dress up anyway and since she was the
daughter he and Sam never had he didnt see the harm in allowing it.
Well good morning to you too sunshine. Dick said with disdain
dripping from every word.
Just thought you wanted to know. She said and stuck out her
tongue.
Whats on tap for us today? Dick asked as he sat up and took
inventory of the office. Ruby handed him his blueberry Danish, and
coffee that shed gotten in the habit of getting before she came in.
Eh, not much your bitch Friday has a few people coming by for
some legal advice, and I thats really it. There aint much for you, she
said quickly.
So, I can run down leads, finalize some paperwork, or Dick
said trying to come up with something to do, but Ruby interjected, Or
you could just stay in here and play Angry Birds all day oroh I dont
knowgo home and take a damn day off for once.
And who in hell would play referee for you and Petey over
there? Dick asked with a devilish grin.
Well, I personally think itd be better without you here because
then theres no witnesses, she scoffed out.
They laughed and continued their conversations until Peter
arrived promptly at 9 to begin his days work. Dick left and went home to
clean up and get ready for a big day of nothing.
The morning seemed to creep by as if someone where holding
time hostage, and finally fed up with looking busy Dick decided to blow
off some steam at the gym. He would try to work out a couple times
during the week, but found it mundane and boring at times. He went there
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escape and a place to go to get rid of the tensions and aggravations that
life hands him at times.
He checked out with Ruby and gave direct orders for her and
Peter to play nice; also to text or call him before she leaves the office so
he knew what time they checked out and partially to insure that Peter was
still in one piece when he left.
When Dick walked in his senses were attacked by the clanging
sounds of the weights, the annoying music playing over head and the
horrific odor of mass bodies sweating together. Yes, Dick hated going to
the gym but felt it necessary on occasion. He plugged in his ear buds and
drowned out the rest of the world with the music pouring into his ears
while working the elliptical machine. He figured hed work on some of
the weight machines later, but he always liked starting with aerobics first
just to get his heart pumping.
Dick decided thirty minutes of hardcore climbing was enough for
one day and climbed off grabbing his towel and bottle of water and
claimed ownership of the corner of a bench in the center of the room. He
had earned a rest and was taking full advantage of it. He watched the rest
of the people in the room pushing their bodies to the brink of exhaustion
and then felt a tap on his left shoulder. I knew I should have watched
that fucking door. Dick thought to himself as he turned around to see
who had found him in his hidden cave.
Do you remember me? the mysterious voiced asked as Dick
turned.
Why yes, Ms. Temple. How ever did you find me? Dick asked
with aggression and irritation slipping through in his voice.
Oh, you knowI followed you from your office. Well, from
your office, to your apartment, then back to your office, and then here.
Do you always sleep in your office? Divine asked with flirtatious
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I cant really say Im a fan of being stalked Ms. Temple. Dick
stated flatly.
Divine, please. And, I dont consider it stalking just merely
admiring you from afar. She said as she swept down beside him,
wrapped her arm around his sweaty back, and laid her head on his broad
shoulder gently.
Dick stood up and turned to face her. This doesnt seem that far
to me, Ms. Temple. Now, if you dont mind Id appreciate it if you left
me alone.
Is that any way to talk to an admirer? she cooed.
Yes, when that admirer is creeping you the fuck out it is! Dick
responded.
I think we got off on the wrong foot Mr. Private Eye. Im sure
we can be friends. Divine said seductively as she peered up at Dick
fluttering her eyes.
Ms. TempleIll gladly speak with you at my office anytime.
But, you have to admit following me around is strange; especially when
you have a fianc! Dick demanded.
Fianc? I dont have a fianc. She laughed.
But, youre wearing and engagement ring, Dick pointed out
while gesturing towards the star shaped ring on her ring finger.
Oh this, no honey. One of my many admirers gave me this. Hes
just a sweet little fag that has a crush on me and I thought it was pretty so
I wear it, and when he sees it, it makes him feel special.
Well, no offense is intended Divine, but I came here to be alone.
I would appreciate if you would please leave. Dick said without missing
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Alright, Ill leave if you promise to meet me for a drink tonight.
She stipulated.
Fine, I promise! Now will you please leave? Dick demanded
losing his patience.
With that Divine stood up and took a few steps forward and
leaned her head on Dicks shoulder. Meet me at Mistys at 7 and I
promise Ill make it worth your time.
He glared at Divine as she sashayed out of the building and
watched with great relief as she got in her custom painted pink car and
drove away. Being that Dick was one of those people who didnt know
how to break his word, he decided hed meet Divine, have a cup of coffee
and maybe get some information from this person in the process. There
was something odd about her following him. He wasnt a stranger to
having people being interested him, nor was he a stranger to people
flirting, but to have her stalk him like that seemed stranger than the
normal lunatic Dick was used to dealing with. He didnt like having his
privacy disturbed, but liked her tracking him down like that even less. He
continued his workout with an increased sense of vigor and agitation
thinking to himself, this is not going to be a good day.
Later Dick left the gym thoroughly worn partially from the
exercise and part from conquering the demons that had been gnawing at
his soul, and drove towards his apartment. He figured hed have to get
ready for his meeting with Mr. Divine Temple as hes been referring to
it in his head. Driving he decided to take the scenic route home. He had
nowhere to be for a while so he could take the time to just simply get lost
and find himself again if not metaphorically then at least physically. The
evening air was nothing less than perfect. It was at the point where the
sun had begun to set, and the air reached the perfect temperature as he
drove with this top down in his gun metal gray Jaguar XKR.
Suddenly he felt a stiff jolt that jutted him forward a few feet
overloading even the momentum of his car. God damn it why dont
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hed just been rear ended. He looked in the rear view mirror and only saw
a black car with blacked out windows approaching faster. CRASH! Dick
was hit again, but this time with enough force to slam into the steering
wheel. It took half a heartbeat for him to realize this was not an accident
but someone who was not a fan of Dick. Damn lesbians he thought to
himself as he suffered another crash from behind. So instead of pulling
over he turns into a small suburban neighborhood with many roads.
Randomly weaving in and out, taking unexpected turns hearing the
screech of his own tires as he cut curves tightly. Losing the assailant only
for seconds at a time; just trying to come up with some sort of plan or
strategy to escape this assassins pursuit. Calculating the situation silently
while trying to navigate the manicured lawn labyrinth he decided on his
next move. He sought an escape route as he was crashed into from the
rear again nearly losing control of his own vehicle as he slammed into the
curb of the street exiting the community.
He picked up the speed and tore down the byway looking at the
signs and trying to navigate the area in his mind seeking sanctuary or at
the very least salvation. He could hear a motor revving behind him as he
slammed the gas to escape another assault from this mysterious slayer.
The motor roared as it picked up momentum lunging towards him
bringing Dick to the reality that every second counted. The two cars
ripped through the quiet unsuspecting community with thunderous
crashes into property and each other. If you cant beat em join em.
Dick thought to himself as he crowded the brake forcing the car to plow
into Dicks already abused bumper. How do you like it you son of a
bitch? Dick said aloud to himself knowing he had to have caused some
damage to the driver of the black sedan. Not giving his assailant the
opportunity to recapture his bearings before he took off and just slammed
the gas forcing a scream from the tires as he sped away from the stunned
car behind him.
Dick placed some distance between he and his mobile nightmare
through his limited knowledge of the labyrinth designed neighborhood,
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his mistaken escape. Dick sped through a red light and took a left turn on
two wheels catching the smell of burning rubber, screaming asphalt, and
the sound of the mysterious black car catching up to him before he was
slammed into by another attack. Never one to lose his cool Dick joked to
himself, Damn paparazzi, and punched the gas and heard the car behind
him crying to catch up. Dicks car had the gift of speed, but he knew
without question that the one chasing him could out muscle him without
effort if Dick allowed him to catch up.
The narrow streets gave way to wide high speed turns and left a
trail of carnage behind them from mailboxes, lawn ornaments, and flying
car debris. Dick started losing control as he swerved around the last leg
of the life or death pursuit. He looked around and noticed hed lost the
other car, and took a short lived sigh of relief as the blacked out sedan
careened into his passenger side rear quarter panel pushing him into a full
spinout. His car spun full circle until Dick saw an opening and punched
the narrow accelerator as far down as he could muster making the rubber
scream against the road and a white cloud of smoke exploded as he shot
out and barreled down a staunch street with his assailant quickly
following behind him hoping to take another bite out of Dicks
prestigious automobile.
Rounding the last leg of the race down the narrow road of the
beautiful house lined street. Dick sees his finish line in the form of a
brand new black and white, city issued, Ford Taurus. Only seconds left
he slammed on the gas pedal one more time throwing his car forward
escaping into possible freedom from this break neck pursuit. His eyes left
his prize only for a fracture of a second as they darted in the direction of
a jumbled mess of blonde curls being pulled into the sanctuary of her
own yard and the scream of a frightened child. Approaching the scene he
hunkered down and prepared for impact as he slammed head first into the
Detectives car, as he was showered with broken pieces from the
shattered siren light the flew from atop the detectives car. .
What the FUCK thats MY CAR?!? Dick hears being yelled from the
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of the corner of his eye, but Dick isnt as concerned about this situation
as he is about the car that was tagging along behind him.
He looks in his rear view mirror and sees the car tearing down the
street in the opposite direction. He tries to make out plates but theyre
blacked out with electrical tape so there was no way of tracking the
bastard down, but Dick resolves he will track them down one way or
another.
Dick, GODDAMMIT, what the fuck are you doing!? You just
drove into my car! Thats not even mine! It belongs to the Department!
Inspector Davis yelled!
Yeah, sorry about that Davey; but what are friends for? Dick
said with a smirk.
Dick had to give his full statement to the Inspector, and the
tertiary officer who had to come and investigate the scene of the crash.
Dick, however was glad to admit fault and allow his insurance pay for
this lifesaving collision. After the wrecker pulled away with Dicks car
Dick managed to con the Inspector into driving him home, and explained
the full story on their way.
Dicks Jaguar was obviously going to be down for a few days, but
luckily enough he had a spare vehicle to use. He refused the rental
because they were never comfortable and had far too many rules to
follow so for the time being hed drive his Ford Fusion.








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Chapter 12 History Always Repeats itself
Dick spent most of the night sorting through the files. He didnt
feel like going to his empty apartment so he stayed at the office. The
loneliness echoed down the hallways, thus he treated the office as more
of his home than the apartment he once shared with his Sam. This has
been such a common occurrence that Ruby just comes in and starts
chatting in the mornings. This morning however he had to have a little
conversation for Peters sake about boundaries and professionalism.
Although, the conversation wasnt the one that Peter would have had in
mind, Dick kept his word.
Hey, Peter asked me to talk to you about going through his
stuff. Dick said flatly tried to roust himself from the uncomfortable sofa
that he spent most of the previous night fighting with.
Okay? She responded and continued with, Did I hurt the
babys feelings?
Yeah, he believes its an invasion of privacy. Dick said in his
somber fatherly tone as if he were scolding a mischievous child.
It so is NOT an invasion of privacy! Ill tell you what would be
an invasion of privacy is if I stapled his miserable little shriveled up
inferiority complex to his fucking leg; that would be an INVASION of
PRIVACY! Ruby yelled at Dick as she thrust herself to her feet and
started pacing the room. Dick at one point believed he literally saw
smoke rolling from her ears. He couldnt help but broadly smile and stifle
a laugh at this rampaging woman because today she was dressed
angelically in white with her blonde wig braided into a halo laying gently
a top of her head, and the ensemble even came complete with white
feathers.
Okay baby, we have a deal: no talk of hurting dicks with Dick in
the room, remember? Dick asked her trying to muffle an audible laugh.
He knew he was doing nothing more than taunting the dragon that was
Ruby.
Yeah, yeah, Im sorry. Let me take care of this. Im sure I can
calmly get him to see reason on this topic if he and I can simply talk
together like grown-ups. Ruby claimed trying to sooth her literal ruffled
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Wonderful, thank you very much! I just ask one favor Dick
asked cautiously.
Sure honey, whats that? Ruby responded innocently.
No permanent or visible scars? Dick asked cocking his left
eyebrow upward to signal to her that he knew that their summit wasnt
going to be the pleasant affair that was just advertized.
I promise nothing! She cooed with her disarming yet
completely unsettling smile.
Okay, good talklet me know how it goes. Dick said knowing
when it was time for him to butt out of the affair.
Sure thing Ruby said dismissively as Dick scurried out of the
office and head to see an old friend.
He decided that the files may have been leading him down the
path he needed to go, he still needed some more information and there
was only one person that was going to be able to give it to him. He had to
go to the L.A.P.D. and talk with Inspector Frankie Davis. Dick regretted
missing bearing witness to Peters impending fate with Ruby, but decided
there were more important matters that demanded his attention. He
swaggered to his Ford wanting desperately to climb into his Jag, but tried
to make the best of a bad situation. Looking up he was halted dead in his
tracks when he saw a white flower box tied together with a black bow-tie
resting placidly on his windshield. He looked for something to knock it
off because he wasnt about to touch it quite yet, not after the situation
that lead him driving this particular car in the first place. He knocked it to
the ground with a long tree branch that he borrowed from a beautiful elm
tree planted to make the city look more attractive. When it fell to the
ground and the tie came loose only a dozen long stem dead roses fell out.
He scooped up the package with great caution and found within the box a
type written note saying, The drag queen is dead, let her rest in peace.
The black bow-tie was a dead indicator, to Dick, as to whom the
sender of this ominous package was; he knew instantly it was the tacky
mob boss wanna-be, Mr. Norris. He remembered the bow-tie plainly
from their last encounter. He shoved the box into the nearest garbage can
he could find, but kept the note and the tie shoved in his right-hand
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Dick does not respond well to death threats. Hes like an insane
horse that will run frantically into a burning stable. He doesnt quite
know how to give up on something once hes sunk his teeth into it. This
threat accomplished nothing more than to fuel the fire that was running
Dicks engine towards this finish line. He drove around for about a half
hour trying to figure his next move, but blankly he drove to Misty Water
Memories and stormed through the front door and was half way to
Norriss office before he awoke from his rage induced stupor.
Norman placed himself between Dick and the remainder of stairs
that led to Norriss office, but Dick shoved him out of the way with zero
effort and finished marching upstairs. He twisted the knob but it was
locked so he grasped the handles of the metal railing for support and
kicked through the door. Once on the inside he saw the beady rat likes
eyes of the man for whom he sought, and pulled the articles from his
pocket and slung them on the desk in front of Norris screaming, Did you
really expect that to fucking scare me off this case?!?
Norris leaned back in his chair casually and asked, Now what is
this little hissy fit about princess?
You know perfectly damn well why Im here you son of a
bitch! Dick yelled while lunging towards Norris fully unaware that the
gargantuas Norman was looming in the shadows ready to strike in the
defense of Mr. Norris.

In a quick fluidic movement he lunged out and grabbed the
enraged Dick around the midsection and pulled him out of the office
threw him to the floor with a thud, and grabbed him by the jacket and
pulled Dick out of the club and finally released him in the parking lot.
Look I like you and all, even though your kind of a prick, so, Ill
give you a piece of advice; leave Mr. Norris alone so you dont get hurt.
Norris bellowed in an authoritative tone echoing across the parking lot.
Awww Bubbles, I never knew you cared. So, if I dont leave him
alone who is thats going to hurt me? Dick asked sarcastically as he
folded his arms and leaned against a car in the parking lot.
Who the fuck do you think is going to hurt you? Now get off Mr.
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by the jacket and ejected him from the busted fender of the non-distinct
black sedan.
Dick hadnt paid attention to the car until he was thrust on the
ground by Norman. The entire front end was bashed in and there were
streaks of gun metal gray paint starring back at him leaving no question
that this was the car that chased him around the other day. This is
Norriss car? he asked pointing his index finger towards the damaged
automobile and crossing his legs on the pavement to make himself
comfortable.
Yea, so what of it? A defensive Norman shot back at him.
Looks like it had a rough day. Dick fished poorly attempting to
keep his cool.
Thats none of your goddamned business is it? Norman shouted
back obviously stonewalling Dicks questions.
So, which one of you two bastards tried to kill me the other day
in this jalopy? Dick asked flatly.
Aint nobody tried to kill you, you paranoid son of a bitch! One
of these drunk faggots smashed into it the other day. We found it like
this! Norman shot back bewildered and defensive.
Sure, sure. Whatever you say. Ill agree to it, even though youre
lying through your teethyou found it like this. Dick said with sarcasm
dripping off every word.
I dont know what the hell youre talking about. Norman said
coldly as he folded his arms.
Hey, at least be man enough to admit it Bubbles; just between us
girls. Dick said seething with agitation.
Norman started walking toward Dick who had made himself
quite comfortable sitting Indian style on the ground of the parking lot, but
the heated scene was interrupted by Mr. Norriss voice shattering the
momentum, Let the cock-sucker believe what he wants Norman, his
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Then Norris cocked his chin signaling Norman to return to the
club, and he threw an expensive bag filled with high-end boutique make-
up to Dick, saying, And make sure to give that to your man-bitch. I
heard she had an accident. Come on Norman lets go; you dont want this
guy giving you AIDS or somethin.
The two turned and reentered the club abandoning Dick setting in
the middle of Mistys parking lot. He decided it was time to bring in
Inspector Davis and pick his brain and possibly the evidence file. Dick
had a sordid past with Inspector Davis. There was their first encounter in
the office, a few times Dick provided a unique and somewhat credible
alibi for him, and Inspector Frankie Davis was also involved when Dick
and Sam had their commitment ceremony. But the relationship between
the two men had became diminished when Inspector Davis was the one
that had to inform Dick that a body had been found, and Sams wallet and
identification was with the body. By then Sam had been missing for days,
and Dick was beside himself. Inspector Davis found out the John Doe
had Sams affects on him the day they were going to cremate him.
Dick walked into the familiar squad room, and took out his cell
phone. He dialed and watched as Inspector Davis picked up his extension
and placed the receiver to his ear and held it with his shoulder to return to
typing.
Homicide. Inspector Davis sang into the receiver.
Yeah, can I speak with Inspector Davey, Dick said into his cell
phone with a smirk while starring at the Inspectors cluttered desk.
Hey Dick, what can I do for you? He asked with an upbeat
tone? Inspector Davis looked forward to hearing from Dick because he
didnt have many friends, and although Dick often brought trouble he
added adventure and much needed spice into the Inspectors life.
Offering me a seat would be nice, Dick said as he stood in front
of the desk drawing the Inspectors attention. Taking the chair he asked,
So, whats shaking Inspector Davey?
Please, dont call me that here Dick, Inspector Davis whispered
in an agitated tone. Davis never minded Dicks mischievous personality
when he was away from the office, but demanded respect for his position
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Your right, its so unprofessional, and I am here on official
business, Dick teased.
Oh God, that never ends well for me. Inspector Davis
demanded fearing Dick would become unhinged again like he had so
many times when the topic of Sam came up.
Its about that murder at the gay bar the other day. Youre
familiar with Mistys place arent you Inspector Davey, Dick asked with
a wicked grin ever present on his face and imaginary horns sprouting
from his forehead!
Yeah, what about it? Davis asked getting louder and more
agitated, because he knew Dick was referring to all the times Dick pulled
him out of there completely drunk and unable to place one solid foot in
front of the other.
Well, the criminal background is strange, and I just have some
questions about the case in general, Dick said innocently being quite
serious. Hed reviewed Mistys notes and the files to the point they were
memorized, but the papers lead to more questions than providing
answers.
Whats wrong with the background check? Those things are
done through the state. Theyre pretty cut and dry, Inspector Davis said
confused.
Well, I think somebody was asleep on the job or something the
day this one was done. Take a look for yourself, Dick says handing the
Inspector a folder with an incredulous expression plastered on his face.
There wasnt much Dick could claim to know about drag queens, but
there was one thing he did know for sure.
Whats wrong with it? Everything seems to be in order. Davis
claimed still confused while scouring over the typed documents waiting
for something bizarre to jump out at him.
Did you miss the gender section? Dick asked frustrated that
Davis was missing the obvious.
No and neither did the Medical Examiner. This boy was a girl,
the Inspector exclaimed questioning how Dick was confused, but ecstatic
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Thats impossible, Dick said stunned reeling from this
revelation and then asked, Does Misty know?
No, its not. I assure you there were some things missing from
the body. She was definitely a girl and as far as Mistys knowledge I have
no idea. She doesnt know much about the place anymore. Inspector
Davis explained.
Okay, no. This guy was a drag queen. Youve got to be thinking
about another case or something, Dick exclaimed still trying to wrap his
mind around Mistys entire lack of due diligence with this performer.
And this is why people really should leave things like this to the
actual cops. Listen, I know you dont think we take cases like this as
important, but I promise we do! We just dont have the man power and
capabilities to hold everybodys hands involved. But I assure you that
this guy was a complete 100%, USDA, vagina approved woman.
Unborn baby and everything, the Inspector continued.
Unborn baby? She was pregnant?!? Dick spat out trying to
wrap his mind around this startling news. He couldnt understand why a
person would go to such an extreme to hide. There was obviously more
to this person than met the eye, but Dick wondered now if it was
someone in the club that killed her, or if it was someone she was hiding
from.
Okay, now were getting into too much information. Change the
subject Dick, Inspector Davis demanded remembering his last scolding
from his superior about sharing too much information about cases with a
civilian, especially when the civilian was the troublemaking Dick
Saunders.
How in the hell could Misty have not known this drag queen was
an actual female? Dick asked out loud to himself. This is far too out of
hand! How could Misty be so out of touch with this club? It was her life
from the day the doors opened. Something has got to be done to get that
clown Norris and his lackeys out of there! Dick thought to himself.
I cant tell you that man, you know better. And, I guess Misty
just didnt care. Things have gone downhill over there since Sammie
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the club too. So Misty had to know toodidnt she? Davis asked
nonchalantly.
Roommatewhat roommate? Dick asked confused again. She
lived in an apartment over the clubalone. Misty told me that herself.
She didnt have a roommate.
When we went by to look at her apartment we found someone
there that claimed to be her roommate. he explained perplexed.
Who was this roommate? Dick continued to grill Davis
wondering who would have interest to be in that apartment and what
were they looking for?
Im not giving you a name Dick. You know better, Inspector
Davis said growing impatient.
Can you at least tell me what the roommate looked like, Dick
pushed?
Well, I dont really know, ya know, the Inspector said
squirming uncomfortably in his chair because now he felt like he was
being interrogated.
You interviewed this person, took them at their word, and you
dont know what he looked like? Sorry Davey, thats not like you. No
dice, Im calling bullshit! Dick stated militantly.
Growing more angry, I interviewed the roommate, and cant tell
you what the roommate looked like.
Why cant you tell me what they looked like, Dick asked
gaining more enjoyment out of this game?
Because, damn it, I dont know! They were dressed for a show
or something. I only saw them dressed up, he blurted out.
Oh, I see. So you only saw their alter ego. Didnt you interview
everybody at the club the night this drag queen was shot? Dick asked
without regard to his location.
We did, but I didnt see this guy: in or out of drag. Davis
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I have an idea gothrough these and see if you recognize the
roommate? Pretty please with leather on top, Dick mocked.
The Inspector flipped through the pictures grumbling to himself in
an a way that not even Dick could understand what he was saying,
however Dick was pretty certain he wouldnt want to know what the
Inspector was saying anyway. Dick had only pushed Davis to his limit a
few times and regretted the fallout from it every time so when Dick go
close to the line he tried to back off before the fireworks started
exploding.
This one! This one right here! Inspector Davis yelled out as if
hed just won the grand prize of a game show.
Are you sure? This was Chanda Leares roommate, Dick asked
looking at the photo perplexed?
Dont you mean Michelle Barrett? Davis asked blankly and
instantly realizing he was giving away far too much information.
Whos Michelle Barrett? Dick responded eagerly.
Oh shit Dick, I didnt say that. Shes nobody, just forget it. You
need to go. Ive got work to do! Davis said realizing hed made a huge
mistake, and was trying to rectify it by removing his one and only bad
influence.
Oh come on, you owe me this at the very least, Dick said trying
to cajole the Inspector.
What do I owe you for? Davis asked impatiently with little
beads of sweat forming along his brow line.
Well, remember that one club that was raided about six months
ago and you needed an alibi, Dick said while cocking his left eyebrow
up and down?
Oh hell Dick, come onyou cant be trying to blackmail me,
the flabbergasted Inspector asked?
Of course not. I was just reminding you. Because as I recall
lying to the police or hindering a police investigation is a crimeisnt it
Davey? Dick asked sweetly.


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The inspector flashed back to the night Dick mentioned; it was a
night that Davis was lucky enough to actually find Dick home.
Regardless of him being home or not, Davis knew where Dick hid the
spare key and tonight was not above using it. He beat frantically on the
door, and when Dick opened he peered at Davis up and down with an
expression on his face that spoke louder than anything he might say. His
mouth was silent but his face was saying, What the fuck?
Why Inspector Davis, please do come in. I appreciate the
visitbut seriously you didnt have to get all dressed up on my account.
Dick said with a snicker as he took-in the spectacle of Davis dressed in a
way hed never seen before.
Davis brushed passed him and stormed into Dicks apartment.
Dick found it impossible not to laugh at seeing the refined, dignified, and
always professional Inspector Frankie Davis standing in the center of his
living-room wearing a trench coat, no shirt, and ass-less chaps.
Soumjust came from church? Dick asked sarcastically.
Shut-up Dick! Can I stay here tonight? Davis pleaded.
Whats the safe word? Dick asked while laughing
uncontrollably and shutting the door behind himself and the would be
dungeon master.
Dammit Dick stop being a douche bag and let me stay! Please?
Davis yelled in frustration and embarrassment.
Only if you explain this situation; seems like too good of a story
to miss out on. Dick claimed while grabbing his cuba-libre and lounging
on his white tufted leather sofa.
Davis explained, I was down at The Bullwhip
The new BDSM club? Dick interrupted for clarification.
Yeah, and I saw some people selling drugs so I used the
payphone to call in an anonymous tip and make a report. I figured Id
have enough time to get my regular clothes on before anyone go there,
and act like I was responding to the dispatch call when the actual
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Decent plan, but that still doesnt explain why Im extending
trespass to a refugee from the Village People. Dick scoffed.
Well before I could get my clothes some uniforms busted in. So,
I grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on, which was this coat,
and ran out the back door. You were a hell of a lot closer than my place
so I came here to hide out. Davis huffed out in defeat just as thunderous
pounding boomed from the front door.
The wizards not here: go away, go away. Dick yelled with a
chuckle from the scared look on Daviss face.
L.A.P.D., open up! the voice yelled from behind the door.
Oh my God Dick, what am I going to do? Davis whispered out
in panic.
Dont get your ball-gag in a knot. Now be a good bitch and go to
my room and change into something else. You look ridiculous. Dick
ordered as another knock echoed from the door.
Dick opened the door after Davis scampered down the hallway.
What he saw was nearly as amusing as Detective Power-bottom. There
were two police officers wearing their imposing uniforms, and Ruby
handcuffed to both of them barely able to stand up on her own dressed in:
a black leather body suit, fish-nets, patent leather thigh-high high heel
boots, a whip on her left hip, an empty holster on her right, and a chrome
studded dog collar around her neck.
Excuse me, are you Mr. Dick Saunders? The detective from
Rubys left side asked obviously agitated.
Last time I checked. What can I do for you fine gentlemen this
evening? Dick asked trying to understand the complicated scene in front
of him.
Mr. Saunders, do you know this woman? He asked in a very put
out tone.
Dicky look! I snagged us some cops to frisk!! Ruby squealed
out in her drunken glory, then threw her hands in the air dragging the
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Yes officer, I know her rather well. Would you care to bring her
inside? Dick asked with a chuckle. Ruby instantly bolted through the
door pulling at the entrapped officers linked with her. Dick just thought
to himself, And, I thought tonight was going to be boring.
Sir, we found her staggering down the street and when we
stepped out to administer a field sobriety test she distracted us then
locked her handcuffs on our arms. We tried using out keys, but they dont
work with these locks. The policeman said with his face instantly
turning red.
Dick was aware of most of the cops on the force, and most of
them knew him so he was fully aware that these guys were new and
totally inexperienced at dealing with someone as rambunctious as Ruby.
We asked her for her key and she just screamed, STRIP
SEARCH, EVERYBODY GET NAKED! The second officer added
showing his complete embarrassment.
You mean to tell me you allowed an intoxicated civilian not only
to catch you completely off guard, but to also handcuff and publically
humiliate you BOTH?!? Davis yelled as he emerged from the hallway
tying the sash to one of Dicks robes he found.
Detective SEXY!!! Now its a party! Ruby yelled out in jubilee.
Inspector Daviswe didnt know you were hereumsir I can
explainsir, please the first officer begged.
Oh Davey, Im sure after your extraordinary and horrid
adventure you can allow these officers off the hookproviding Ruby
isnt charged of course. I mean as her attorney Id absolutely hate to have
to drag out ALL of tonights events out in a courtroom. Dick said
allowing the officers and Davis know they were all backed deeply into a
corner.
Soowhat are you boys doing hereall aloneon a Saturday
nightby yourselvesin your pajamasjust the two of you? Ruby
asked devilishly while wagging her left eyebrow suggestively.
Davis stuttered and bumbled trying to think of an excuse for his
attire and location in Dicks apartment when Dick simply rolled his eyes
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fumigated this weekend and I offered to let him stay instead of going to a
hotel. Oh yeah Frankie, did you find that monopoly board? Dick asked
trying to make it appear as if Davis had been there all night. He walked to
the mantle and pulled a set of miniature keys out of a decorative box, and
unlocked the handcuffs freeing the officers from the devilish girl that was
obviously nothing but trouble.
Sure thingyou two were going to just play monopolybet
Officer Sexy here gets to be the boothe seems like a leather kind of
guy to me. Ruby purred.
Dick said goodbye to the officers, and they gladly scurried away
from this uncomfortable situation. He then turned to Ruby, placed his
hands on his hips and said, alright young lady, youve caused enough
trouble for one night. Go put on something for bed. Youre staying in
your old room here tonight.
Okay, Ill go get ready for bed, but when I get back I want him
to shock and awe us with tales from his trip to the backroom of The
Bullwhip that he took tonight with those two guys. Ruby said smirking
impishly.
How the hellOH MY GOD YOU WERE THERE? You cant
tell ANYONE you saw me there! Davis screamed!
Baby, Im the Amazing Ruby: I see all, I KNOW all, and keep
my mouth shut about all for the right price! She said while rubbing her
hands together and wagging her eyebrow again.
Andand whats the price you devious little monster? Davis
asked while seething!
Mama wants a strip show! Im getting at least one cop naked
tonight! She announced and then marched down the hall to her room to
change clothes.
Dick, cant you do something to get me out of this? Davis
pleaded.
Hey, shes drunk so shes pretty much even beyond my limits.
Only thing I can do is pop her some popcorn, and give you guys some
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exclaimed letting Davis know that hes basically washing his hands of
this situation.
Dammit Dick! Dont let her blackmail me like this! Davis
yelled out in frustration.
Sorry man, but seriously this one is out of my hands. Heres
some advice though: since you obviously get into the BDSM just be a
good bitch and get it over with, and if she pulls out singles take the
money! Got it...Dungeon Master? Dick asked with a light laugh, and
turned and abandoned the stunned and frightened Inspector Davis leaving
him only to Rubys whims.
Inspector Davis gave a slight shudder to the memory of that night,
especially of all the things that Ruby made him do to buy her silence. Not
even he respected himself in the morning. Thankfully she wasnt looking
for sex, but damn near anything else went. Hes refused to even entertain
the notion of returning to that club, and sometimes even called and asked
Dick for her whereabouts when he would go out.
Alright, look Im laying this case file down here and going to get
a cup of coffee. Im going to trust you not to look in, okay, the defeated
Inspector Davis stated.
Why, on scouts honor Inspector Davis, Dick claimed and flashed an
innocent glance to him.
Davis looks around, and slides his chair away from the desk. He
gets up, and goes to a back room. Dick pulls the file over and starts
taking notes into a little note book in his jacket pocket. When Inspector
Davis returns the file is placed in its original position and Dick just sat
there acting as if nothing had happened with his trademark Cheshire cat
grin.
Im sorry Mr. Saunders there is just nothing I can do to help
you, the Inspector announces in a clear and loud voice.
Dick giggled to himself and said, Its okay, Inspector Davis, I
completely understand.
Just let me know if there is anything that LAPD can do to help
you, and we will do what we can, he said in his most professional and
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Why thank you Inspector Davey, Dick says and stands to leave,
but turns back to face the inspector, and with an evil grin says, You
know Im sorry. I know how unprofessional that is, would you prefer I
call you Dungeon Master?
Inspector Davis just wraps his arms and drops his head into them.
Dick turns and walks out laughing.




















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Chapter 13 Destiny Always Gets Her Way
Dick decides its time to go home and do some work where he
can get something done. He loves Ruby like she were family, however at
times she can be most distracting. After he combs through the evidence,
and realizes whats been standing right in front of him and really
distracting him from putting this case behind him he goes to the closet
and pulls out some boxes. One containing documents that hed been
putting off going through. Now, however, he can no longer put off or
push to the side.
The next morning Dick goes to Peters office and just walks in.
He finds Peter sitting at a desk buried behind several stacks of folders and
papers. He looks frustrated, and a little frightened when Dick walks in.
Well, I had a talk with Ruby this morning when I first got here
about your personal space. She didnt seem thrilled, but appeared to
understand, he said matter of factly.
Yeah, I knowum, she came in here after that talk and
discussed it with me, Peter said with a hesitation.
Okay, and, he asked?
I was thinking that since shes got such an important role in the
officeIm not really going touhworry much if she needs to get into
my office. Peter said nervously.
Really? Thats odd for you. You were sohow should I put this,
umheadstrong about it last night, Dick responded.
Peter continued, And you know, if she happens to have to get
into my briefcase its cool.
Come on, be honest, did she use her taser, Dick asked
disgusted?
OH DEAR GOD SHES GOT A TASER? he screamed!


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Ohthe stapler, Dick mused?
Yeah, the stapler, a defeated Peter said stone faced.
Do you want me to have another talk with her, Dick asked
concerned?
No! No were good. Everything is worked out. I promise, Peter
said wide eyed and scared.
Alright now, are you sure, Dick asked having fun with this
conversation?
Oh, Im quite sure. Thanks, Peter said flatly.
Okay, but if you need anything let me know, Dick said with a
grin spreading across his face.
Peter catching on to Dicks enjoyment of the situation finalized
with, Its covered!
Okay, I got it, but back to why Im here. I need you to go
through this, now Ive made some notes, but youre more up on current
law. Just let me know what you think. And, if you run across something
that requires action dont bother me with it, just do it! This is some time
sensitive stuff, and we need it done by this afternoon. Got it? Dick
asked, and for the first time Since Peter started with the firm was acting
like an actual leader.
Alright, whats this about? Peter asked opening the folder for a
quick look of the enclosed documents.
Just finally getting around to doing something that needed to be
done a long time ago. You got this covered? Dick asked with a serious
tone that he wasnt used to coming from Dick.
Yeah, I finally get to do something I feel comfortable with.
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Feeling confident in Peters capabilities Dick leaves Peter
thumbing through the folder and steps out into the main lobby. He goes
over to the front desk to speak with Ruby who is now in a cowgirl outfit,
still wearing her blonde wig, and light make-up. Dick, chuckling to
himself, approaches her thinking about some of her outrageous stunts.
You almost look a little like a Receptionist. Not quite, but
almost! He says trying to gage her demeanor.
With a roll of her eyes, she says, Yeah, I know. And, its Office
Manager thank you very much.
Okay, Ms. Office Managerthe stapler, really? Dick mocks
jokingly at her.
Flatly responding, she says, Hey, you said to get him house
broken. I just have to use the tools provided to me.
Okay, I guess you have a point, but please tell me youre going
to start trying to play a little nicer with him. I think youve nearly broken
his spirit. Dick says trying to clamor to the aid of Peter.
As soon as he learns some manners, Ill learn some restraint.
Ruby states unquestionably.
Okay then, I can live with that. Dick says, and then pulls out a
few pages with hand written notes, and continues, I need you to make
sure the office is closed on this day. Just reschedule everyone, and take
care of everything. The notes pretty well lay everything out, okay?
Rubys mouth is gapped open as Dick disembarks to his office.
She understands the importance of the pages that Dick handed her, and
cant believe what hes about to do. She leaps into gear, and grabs the
phone while pulling up numbers on her computers rolodex. For hours
her and Peter diligently and silently worked on their individual projects.
Several times hed pop out of his office and fax some papers. And he
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papers to be delivered. They worked together well, as long as Peter didnt
try to be controlling, or act superior to her.
Dick kept his office door cracked just so he could listen in for any
possible trouble that may occur in the lobby, or even in Peters office. Its
not that he didnt trust them together, but he knows that Ruby doesnt
exactly play nice or even fair at times, and he was actually worried that
she would go too far and push Peter out the door. To Dick it was
important Peter not only maintain his position in the firm, but also be
happy there. He was hell bent on keeping Peter safe, and making sure he
knew what family really was. There was no attraction to Peter, it wasnt a
matter of sexual desire, but instead of protective love over someone that
he decided a long time ago to add to his family.
An hour or so passed since the courier took the papers Peter
needed sent off, and now its only up to the courier to return the
completed documents. He decided to return to organizing his office and
making it more convenient to work in when he runs into the framed
photograph again, and steps out holding the picture of Sam and Dick that
was long ago buried.
Umwhat should I do with this, Peter asked handing the photo
frame to Ruby?
Just give it to me, Ill keep it. Dick doesnt keep too many
reminders around. It hurts ya know, She said mournfully?
Howd they even get together anyway, Peter asked?
He applied as the lawyer and started working here, she replied.
No, I know that, but I meanhowd they get together, he
asked making quote marks with his fingers.
Oh that, its such a sweet story, she replied.
Dick walks in with a list of new tasks fully anticipating having to
go to both sides of the obvious camps but saw his troops huddled
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whispering employees was a bad situation for the boss, he couldnt help
but be glad that they were getting along.
Hey, what are we talking about guys? Dick asked curious over
the scene he just walked in on.
Ohumnothing, justwe were justum talking. Peter
stuttered in a nervous rant unsure if Dick would become offended or
angry about him and Ruby discussing his personal life.
We were just talking about how you and Sam got together, Ruby
blurted out, then turned back to Peter and said, coward.
Really, thats what you two are talking about? Of all the
important things we have going on here today thats what you guys are
talking about? Dick replied with a bemused smirk.
Oh come on, you love that story as much as I do. Dont lie, and
try to act like you dont want to tell it again! she retorted in her usual
unconcerned manner.
Dick gestured to the two at the counter herding them to the sitting
area of the lobby and said, Alright, if thats what were talking about,
lets talk about it.
You know if its too personal, you dont have to tell us man. Its
perfectly alright. Peter said concerned that Dick may not want to share
that with him, and also afraid that once he heard the story he wouldnt
want to know it.
Nah, its alright and Ill even edit out the naughty bits as to not
offend your heterosexual DNA. Dick said with his trademark Cheshire
cat grin.
The hell you will! Thats the best part! Ruby exclaimed because
she knew the story as perfectly well as Dick did considering shed heard
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Um, not everyone is that interested in guy on guy action, Ruby
Peter added hoping not to offend, but also in the hopes of getting the
edited version of the tale.
Yes they are, and if they say theyre not, theyre lying. Sex sells
baby! She replied sticking her tongue out at Peter trying to get him to
say something that she could poke more fun of him with.
Okay, okay guys, we have stuff to do so can I start? Dick asked
trying to distract the squabbling children.
Sure, go aheadtell the breeder versionwhatever. Ruby said
dryly and with a disappointed tone to her voice.
We were working on a case and had been for a while Dick
stated. Thinking back to the day, the events, and although it was tattooed
onto his soul he spoke deliberately making sure to get all the details in
their proper place.
It was late at night and Dick was sitting at the round table covered
in papers in his office when the phone rang. He picked up his extension
then hears the voice on the other end. Instantly his entire body language
changes, and he leans onto his desk and starts talking casually as Sam
comes strolling in wearing tight blue jeans and white tee shirt. Dick
couldnt help but catch his breath. Hed had a crush on Sam for a
whilewell since the day they met but because he was so much younger
than him and just so handsome Dick figured hed never had a shot. He
kept trying to push his feelings to the back of his mind. Even though Sam
had a flirty personality Dick tried to maintain a professional distance to
keep himself from falling too far. Hed even excused all the comments
and Sam touching him and explained it to himself that it was just a kink
in Sams personality. He tried not to take it personally, but oh God the
feelings he got when Sam did touch him or when he would lower his
guard and just be his normal and casual self.
Sam walked to the makeshift desk and bent over looking for
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starred at Dick hoping he could catch Dick looking at him. He couldnt
understand how Dick hadnt picked up on his flirting, touching, and
comments he kept throwing at him. He could never escape the crush he
had on Dick, and tried every trick he had in his arsenal to get his
attention, but at times felt like he was being foolish and wasting his time.
He had assumed that because hed never received even the slightest
inclination that Dick was interested that he had to not be.
Yeah, sure I could use some dinner I guessIll meet you there
in about an hour. Dick said sweetly into the phone.
Sam grew tired of waiting on Dicks attention, walks over, takes
the receiver, and says, Hell have to call you back, and hangs up the
phone.
What the hell do you think youre doing? Dick yelled!
I was hanging up your phone. I thought that was pretty self
evident. Sam said bluntly as he turned and walked back to the table.
I was in the middle of an important call! Dick yelled.
Just sounded like dinner plans to me. Its not that important! I
think I know who the killer is in this case! Sam said as he started
bouncing and down.
It doesnt matter who the killer is Sam, our job in this case is
only legal representation. Were involved to represent our client in court.
Were not here to be Detectives. So, if youre certain you know who the
killer is then you should have no problems representing our client. Now,
considering that youve interrupted the call I was making dinner plans
with, Im going to go to dinner. Ill see you in the morning! Dick
bellowed and stormed out of the office in a huff.
He hated the power Sam held over him. He wanted so desperately
to be as truly angry as hed just pretended to be, but as soon as he started
that cute Tigger bounce Dick lost all control over his emotion and his
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Sam ran to the phone and dialed a number. He waited impatiently
for Ruby to pick up so he started sorting through papers on Dicks desk.
Hehello? Ruby asked answering the phone in her gravely
voice making it quite clear to anyone that shed just been woke up. Sam
didnt want to know what shed done to be asleep at that hour, but just
continued on with his conversation.
Did I wake you up, Sam asked feigning concern about her
condition. He knew perfectly well she was asleep, but didnt care in the
least. Hell it was 8 Oclock no decent person would be asleep at that
hour!
Yes, yes you did. What do you want, she asked losing her
patience. Then briefly Sam heard another voice grumbling sleepily in the
background.
Make your friend go home and come here! he replied with
gusto!
Its my turn to baby sit Dick tomorrow, so no unless youre
willing to take over my Dick duty, she slurred.
Yeah yeah, thats fine. Ruby, I want to tell him! Sam blurted
out unable to control his responses any longer. Anyone who knows him
is quite well aware he has little self control over thing the thing he says in
a personal arena. When he got excited about a situation Sam was a cross
between Tigger and a four year old on a sugar high. He couldnt contain
himself, and could easily talk anyone into anything.
Im on my way. Hell, I think Im just going to move into the
damn storage closet there! Itll save commute time. she exclaimed with
a grunt pulling herself out bed, and Sam heard her looking for clothes and
pulling things on in the background.
Ruby came crashing into the office within fifteen minutes dressed
in goulashes, a trench coat, and a black night shirt with a silver skull
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What the hell are you wearing? Sam asked looking at her with
his head cocked to the side.
I was asleep dammit, after an extensive workout. Be glad Im
here at all. She replied with less than enthusiastic sarcasm.
But you could have gotten real clothes on. I would have waited. I
promise. Sam said with a fake guilty look on his face. He didnt want
her to be upset with him, but they had both wanted him and Dick together
for so long that he figured shed be excited and happy to help. He didnt
anticipate that shed be on one of her dates.
No, not if you finally decided find your balls and confess your
love for the prick! Ruby threw back at him. She loved Dick by this time
in their relationship, but was still fathoms closer to Sam. He loved Dick
for all the help hed given her, but knew Sam forced him into doing it
whereas Sam had invited her into his home and made her feel safe and
loved.
Oh come on! Its not been that long and hes not really that bad.
Hes just a little guarded. Hes really very sweet, and kindand just
wonderful Sam whined thinking deeply of all Dicks many attributes
that Ruby neglected to see.
Youve been bitching to me for a year that you wanted him to
ask you out! A year Sam! Ive never seen you be so afraid to say
anything, but it takes you a year to ask out a man you see every day. So
now youve decide to man up and tell himyou seriously think Im
gonna wait for my prom dress to go to the cleaners. Hell no! Sowhere
is he? Ruby asked while looking around the office noticing for the first
time that they were standing in the lobby.
UmI dont knowhe went out to dinner with that ass hat and
I kinda made him mad before he left.so he didnt exactly tell me where
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SoHes out with Gentry and you dont know where? Ruby
asked boiling the information down to its purest form, and making sure
that she didnt skimp on the disdain in her voice.
Yeah, whats he see in that guy anyway? Sam asked bordering
on offended. He felt so much for Dick and Gentry clearly didnt, but
instead of Dick giving him the time of day he makes time with Gentry
instead.
Theyre not dating anymore honey! You know that! So stop
being just a jealous crybaby about it. He just feels bad about the way
everything happened when they were dating. I mean come onthe guy
left his wife and kid when he started dating Dick! Ruby said while
putting a compassionate hand on Sams shoulder.
Yeah, but he makes Dick feel like its his fault and you know its
not. The guy made his own choicesit was a bad choice, but his to make
not Dicks! Hes not that smart either, I dont care if he is a U.S.
Marshall. Hes just dumb! Sam exclaimed getting himself more and
more worked up over his seething hatred for Gentry that basically
stemmed from extreme jealousy.
Youre just being jealous again sweety. Come on lets find your
boyfriend. She said then pulled a little black book out of her bag and
started thumbing through the pages. Theyll probably be here. This is
where they usually go. I think the owner even reserves their seat for
them. She said as she wrote down the address for Sam. He took the
address and in a dead run headed for the elevator door when the bell rang
the door open. He pushed a button and the doors shut giving Ruby a
chance to fluff the pillow on the sofa, pull a teddy bear out of her bag,
and lay down.
Once he arrived at the address Ruby wrote down, He fought with
himself outside trying to drum up the courage to go confront Dick about
his feelings. He paced one side of the main window then the other all
while having a very loud discussion. He looked like a mad man having a
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turning himself down, and then finally swearing an undying love. Of
course he was merely practicing the conversation he was about to have,
but to the outsider looking in he had totally lost his mind. Sam was no
stranger to this look; and had received it quite often. Hed finally adopted
a theory that if he didnt receive that look from passersby on the street he
was obviously doing something wrong. Looking through the front glass
he saw Dick and Gentry, then saw Gentry lean over and place one hand
on Dicks.
Oh the fuck you are you son of a bitch! He said to himself as he
puffed up his chest and stormed into the restaurant. He was not going to
allow anything stand in his way, and he refused to let Gentry win this
battle. He had convinced himself that Dick was going to be his and only
his!
The bistro was one of Dick and Gentrys old haunts from when
they were dating. It had a lot of old memories: good and bad. This is
where Dick met Gentry and seduced him. It was where Gentry let Dick
know that he was married, and never been with a man before. It was also
where Dick told Gentry he loved him, and where Gentry told Dick hed
left his wife and abandoned his son so he could be gay without
embarrassment to them.
But it was the place that they broke up when Gentry was unable to
live with himself for the things that hed done to his family, and also
because he wasnt ready to settle down having only been with one man in
his life. Since the day that Gentry told Dick that he left his family Dick
felt guilty. He felt like it had been his fault, and although Gentry had no
feelings of betrayal or guilt Dick felt enough for the pair of them. Theyd
always be friends, but they could never again be lovers in Dicks mind
because Dick had lost all respect for him.
Are you sure him working for Victor is a good idea? I mean the
mans a snake in the grass you know that! Hell chew him up and spit
him out! Dick asked incredulously. The news he just received from
Gentry was completely unsettling. He didnt like that Gentry was so
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Dick set the wheels into motion to hire him, he had expected and secretly
hoped to get some resistance from Gentry because that would at least let
Dick know that Gentry did have some feelings of responsibility towards
his own son.
Yeah, dont worry about it; hes my son. Hell make it work. Its
in his bones! Gentry stated with great pride, even if he had nothing at all
to be proud of when it comes to the man his son grew into.
Hes got your DNA, but as I recall you had nothing to do with
raising him, Dick spat back with venomous disdain.
It dont matter Dick, its in his genes. Im sure Peter can take
care of himself. Look how far hes come already! Gentry said getting
tired of the topic at hand. Gentry hated discussing Peter because it never
took Dick long to remind him that he was in fact a Dead Beat Dad.
Ill have to keep an eye out for him then; its obvious youre not
going to! Dick said with seething hatred. This side of Gentry is the part
of him that Dick hates. In Dicks mind he is no better than Prescott.
When it came to actual responsibility and dependability neither man had
anything. Dick couldnt be so cavalier about doing what was right. He
felt obligation when it came to following through with responsibility.
How do you expect to do that? Prescott wont even let you near
that place. Gentry asked him while laughing. He thought Dick was silly
for his actions towards Peter. He had nothing to do with him leaving his
family, and felt because they had money they were fine.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are
dreamt of in your philosophy. Dick said with a mysterious scowl.
Fine, keep your secrets you smug son of a bitch, Gentry said
with another patronizing little laugh and continued, Anyway, enough
about my kid. Did you ever get that guy at the office youve been pining
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No, I think that ones a lost cause. Dick said resolutely! Then a
waiter came to the table saying there was an important phone call for
Dick at the counter. He excused himself from the table and followed the
waiter to where he was supposed to get this ominous phone call, but
instead found Sam standing there nervous look on his face that reminded
Dick of a puppy who needed to be let outside.
What exactly are you doing here Sam? You do understand Im
going to have to kill Ruby now? I know shes the one who told you
where to find me! He said in a hushed growl. It wasnt enough that he
couldnt have this man, but he also had to rub it in by showing up
unexpected when he was complaining about not being able to have him.
I needed to talk to you! Sam said innocently. He learned early
that his innocent look was the easiest way to get Dick to stop being upset
with him.
Okay! Im here! Sotalk. What is so damned important that it
couldnt wait till tomorrow? If youll remember Im here with someone!
Dick said slowly, but intent on making sure Sam knew how put out he
was with him and this latest stunt!
Okaywellyou seeand.well, he bumbled animatedly
with broad expressions of his arms as if he were saying an elegant
speech, but was in all actuality babbling.
Well, now that we cleared all that upcan I get back to dinner?
Dick asked perplexed and concerned about Sams grasp on sanity.
Dammit man would you stop chasing me long enough for me to
catch you! Sam demanded.
Excuse me, but what in the hell are you talking about? Dick
demanded with obvious aggravation.
Thats not what I meant to say. IumwellOk I kinda got
a crush on you! And, and this guy is nothing but poison. You have to
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chance I swear Im not the loser you think I man. God, Ive fucked this
all uphere let me start over? Ill get it right I swear! Sam stuttered.
No he said plainly.
No? Dick COME on? Im not that great with wordsPLEASE,
just let me try again? Sam pleaded!
No. Youve said enough Sam. If Ive taught you anything its
that sometimes words just get in the way! Dick said as he leaned in and
wrapped his hand softly around the back of Sams head and pulled him
down and passionately kissed him. Fireworks exploded in both their
heads, and both knew at that moment that their lives would never be the
same. There are kisses that are pleasurable, there are kisses that are
passionate, but this kiss, this one solid kiss is the rare kind that history is
written about.
Breaking away from their embrace, Sam just looks at Dick and
says, Yeah man, words suck, and leaned in and kissed him again.
Present Day
So kids, thats how me and Sam got started, Dick said calmly.
I love that story. Its my favorite, Ruby said cuddled up to Dick.
It was sweet. Really was, but who was that guy you were having
dinner with? You didnt say much about him, Peter asked.
Its not important. He was just a guy I dated once and talk to
every now and then, Dick responded.
But Sam seemed pretty shaken up by him. There had to be
something there, didnt there? Peter asked.
There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are
dreamt of in your philosophy, Dick said with a smirk as he stood up and
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Chapter 14 Send in the Clowns
Dick, Peter, Ruby, Misty, and Inspector Davis walk into the club.
Misty slightly shivering from intimidation, but Ruby valiantly leading the
charge. When Norman spots them he strides over and tries to stop the
ensemble then Inspector Davis flashes his badge and then he moves out
of the way with a look of concern chiseled across his face.
I would like to speak with a Mr. Ralph North, Inspector Davis
says in an official tone.
Aint nobody here by that name, Norman states.
Maybe you know him better as Divine Temple, Davis retorts.
Oh yeah, in the group dressing room, Norman says as he points
his thumb behind his huge shoulder.
Please, lead the way, he says flatly.
The ensemble walked to the group dressing room along with
Norman in tow. Four drag queens were preparing for the evenings show
including Divine.
The war torn dressing room reeked of perfumes and hairspray;
and had glittery sequined items littered about the floor and chairs. There
were wigs thrown about haphazardly and different facets of make-up
visible as far as the eye could see. Dick had seen this scene many times
with Sam behind the two way mirror, but Peter felt completely out of
place. As if hed somehow intruded a womens dressing room or fallen
down the rabbit hole into Wonderland where nothing was supposed to
make sense and he was the only sane person and looked upon as insane
because he was so vastly different.
Dick looked at the mirror for a moment, and then his eyes fell on
Divine and his smile instantly faded. She peered up at the group and then
fixated her eyes on the Inspector and tried to bow her head and not be
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Excuse me, uh, um ladies, can you give us and Ms. Temple some
privacy, please, Davis said as he flashed his badge so everyone could
bear witness. Davis could always be counted on when it came to official
business. He never failed at utilizing the full weight of his position.
The three unnamed performers leave the room whispering to
themselves. Divine turns to face the group.
Nervously she looks at the Inspector, and asks, And what can I
do for you officer?
I just have a few questions for you, he responded as he pulled
up a chair and nonchalantly sat down, then pulled a black leather bound
notebook and pen from the inside left hand pocket of his jacket.
Well cant it wait? I have to be ready to go on stage in thirty
minutes. You cant be this fabulous and rush! She stated in an attempt to
persuade and get away from this uncomfortable situation. Divine was
used to flirting her way through situations but had no idea how to escape
when her seductions failed her.
No, Im afraid it cant, he demanded.
While Inspector Davis questioned Ms. Temple Mr. Norris busted
in to muscle his way around and once and for all put Misty and Dick in
their proper places.
Hey everyone here just needs to leave. I got a business to run,
and you people are just costing me money, Mr. Norris demanded. His
beady eyes flickered with fury and excitement. He couldnt stand not
being listened to, and turned to Norman and opened his mouth to speak
when Inspector Davis decided to put him in his place, Excuse me sir,
but are you trying to interfere with a Homicide Investigation?
No, no of course not! He stuttered nervously.
Dont worry giggles, well get to you next, Dick said as he
moved in the way of the door barring anyone from leaving the room with
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but the great wall of Dick proved to be impregnable. Reluctantly, he
relented and stood anxiously against the wall of the dressing room
bouncing his glance from the scene playing out before him, and the
blocked doorway.
Mr. North what was your relationship to Ms. Michelle Barrett,
Inspector Davis asked Divine?
Do NOT call me by that name! If you are going to address me
you may call me Divine, or Ms. Temple, she said with an air of hostility.
Ruby rolled her eyes, and Dick cleared his throat to signal to her
not to interfere. She didnt have the home court advantage here, and Dick
had limited power to protect her. She took the subtle hint and remained
quiet, but was obviously not pleased about it. However the reprimand did
bring a smile to Peters face at the sight of finally seeing her corrected.
Continuing unaltered, the inspector asked, Alright, Ms. Temple
what was your relationship to Ms. Michelle Barrett? He allowed his
agitation to Divines tactical game of distraction gleam through to
abundantly show her that he was not falling for her tricks.
Never heard of her, who is she? Divine asked faking a look of
innocence.
But, you told me four days ago that you were her roommate.
Didnt you Ms. Temple, Davis asked?
You must be mistaken me for someone else. Ive never met you
before, or heard of that Michelle whatever her name was, Divine said
examining her nails like she was bored in a bemused fashion; practicing
the adage of if you cannot dazzle them with brilliance; baffle them with
bullshit.
Barrett, Michelle Barrett, but since were getting nowhere there,
how about your relationship to Ms. Chanda Leare, he asked cold and
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Oh, I was her only friend here at the club. Such a shame what
happened to hershes really missed, she claimed while wiping a
crocodile tear from her eye, and Norman snapped his attention to her and
lowered his brow scowling at her. He didnt like Divine, that was
painfully clear, but this was not the normal look of seething hatred but
instead one of shock and disgust.
The performer Chanda Leare and Ms. Michelle Barrett was the
same person Ms. Temple. He said with a deadpan stare trying to gage
her reaction.
Youre kidding me? Chanda was a real woman? I would have
never known! I mean she had such manly features. I never understood
how SHE got head performer over ME, Divine caterwauled.
You lyin whore! You did too know she was a girl! Norman
yelled!
SHUT UP NORMAN! She demanded with the look of a
trapped animal. It was unclear to everyone what was going to happen
next, and Dick was anxious to hear why this horrible performer and
miserable excuse for a human being took the life of that poor girl. He
then added to the conversation by saying, No Norman, please keep
talking. How did Divine here know Michelle was a woman?
Well Michelle was in her dressing room one night and she was
late coming out to the stage. Norman said, but suddenly quit talking. He
was choking back tears when Dick prodded, okay, go on.
II came in to check on her and get her out there like Mr.
Norris told me to, but when I opened up the door she was there crying
and blood was everywhere. She begged me not to say nothin, and I
couldnt just leave her like thatya know, He said as tears finally fell
from his eyes.
Oh my God, what happened? Misty demanded, and everyone
clung to Normans words as if they were the last life raft aboard the
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Ms. Misty, when she came here she was in a lot of trouble, and
she was pregnant. Hell, I dont even think she knew herself, and that
night she lost the baby. She was trying to hide out here ya know from
some bastard that beat her upand she didnt have anywhere else to go,
Norman said hoping to convey that she wasnt a bad persononly
scared.
Best place to hide something is in plain sight, Dick mumbled to
himself. He turned and looked at the tear engulfed Ruby and thought, all
but the grace of a caring heart!
Yeah, she figured nobody would come looking for a woman in
the middle of a bunch of queens. Norman said looking at Dick
mournfully as if he was bearing his soul only to him, then added, well
anyways after that I felt bad for her, and got to know her a little. We
started spendin a lot of time togetherthen we started datin, and Ms.
Misty we fell in love. Mistys respect for him was always important.
Although he was fully aware of that Misty was born a man he saw her as
a lady. His grandmother, who raised him, had instilled in his mind to
always treat a lady as a lady. But about a month ago just after she was
made head performer she wanted to celebrate between sets, Norman
added.
Celebrate, Peter interjected confused?
Dude, you seriously need to get out more. Fill in the blanks,
Dick said rolling his eyes.
OhhOHARE YOU SERIOUS? Thats so unsanitary and
what if somebody caught you? Peter exclaimed! Peter wasnt exactly
naive, but had been quite sheltered throughout his life; and the thought of
sex other than a bedroom or hotel room was unfathomable.
Thats your first thought? Hell there was this one time me and
these two truckers, Ruby started, but was cut off by Inspector Davis
who said, Were getting off track, to all members but staring Ruby
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question. He continued showing full agitation. Inspector Davis preferred
to conduct his investigations professionally, and thats why he hated
working with Dick who was anything but professional.
Well, this ho bag walked in on us. We thought we locked the
door, but didnt. She saw what was going on plain as day; even asked to
join in! So she had to know Michelle was a woman, Norman concluded.
Divine realizing how badly she was backed into a corner and
unable to escape screamed, Okay fine, yeah I knew! So what? That still
dont prove nothin!
Except that night we had coffee does. Dick added.
What do you mean? She asked.
The ring you were wearing when you stalked me to the gym. It
was an engagement ring, Dick stated, then added, And, Michelles
body hand a ring outline on her finger in the same shape as the one
youre wearing.
So, Chanda gave it to me, she stuttered trying to grope for a
plausible answer. She fidgeted with her hands and even removed the ring
and threw it across the room.
You lyin whore! I gave her that ring when I proposed to her!
We were going to get married. I gave it to her a month before she died,
Norman yelled!
I never saw her wear it. Misty jumped in questioning how she
could have missed this entire scene in her own club flabbergasted at the
turn of events that have gone on under her nose in her own club.
Divine stands ups and starts pacing the floor like a crazed animal
trapped within its cage, and Mr. Norris also looking for his own escape
route, but Dick maintained his effective barrier between the two and their
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Well, Ms. Misty, we both figured itd be a bad idea to wear
something like that here, especially since this ho bag already knew too
much! So she only wore it when she wasnt here, and left it in her
apartment, he said apologetically.
So, why were you in her apartment Ms. Temple? Dick asked as
his trademark smirk grew across his face. He knew the end for Divine
was coming and was elated that he was going to get to see it.
Crying, Devine yelled, That bitch comes in here and takes
everything away from me. I was supposed to be lead performer! All of it
was supposed to be MI NE! Thats where you make the most money. So
yeah, ok, yeah after I shot the stupid cow I took her purse. I went to her
apartment and I took what I could from her! Then you, FUCKING
COPS, knocked on the door soso I had to say something didnt I? I
you I was her roommate. What was I going to say, oh yeah I killed the
bitch now Im taking her shit?!?
Misty was in disbelief over what she was hearing. Chanda, or
Michelle, or who ever she really waswas killed only because she was
named the star of the show? That poor girls tragic life will forever haunt
Misty, and couldnt help but break down in full tears.
Mr. Ralph North you are under arrest for the murder of Michelle
Barrett, for hindering a police investigation, and, Inspector Davis
started but this time was cut off by Ruby saying, and, for wearing a
tacky ass wig and ugly shoes!
Divine snapped into characters when the cold metal bracelets
were locked on her wrists. She puffed out her padded chest and jerked up
her chin, and flung the red locks of her wig over her shoulder as if she
were about to step out on the stage for a curtain call. Dick shook his head,
and just thought, show biz people to himself.
Mr. Norris pushed through the crowed and stood deliberately in
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else out of here too! I told them yesterday not to come back in my God
damned club. Theyre trespassing. Arrest them, Mr. Norris demanded!
They have my permission to be here, Misty interjected.
Listen here you pitiful excuse for a science experiment I own
fifty-one percent of this god damned dump! What I say goes, and Ill deal
with you later! Mr. Norris hissed and squared his shoulders to show his
importance with his smug attitude. Nothing gave him the sense of self
importance more than bullying or pushing someone around that was
weaker than himself; whereas Dick loved nothing more than shooting
down a bully or common street thug. He started nudging Peter who
eventually was broke from his hypnotic trance of Divines admission to
understand Dicks insistence then stepped forward.
Well Mr. Norris thats not entirely true, Peter added.
What do you mean by that? Mr. Norris demanded!
As it turns out, Ms. Taylors brother bought this club for her
initially, but only gave her fifty percent. Mr. Schwartz maintained the
remainder, silently of course, as one of his holdings, Peter stated in his
most professional tone.
Yeah, but he died so she got the rest, Mr. Norris added with a
gloating tone and rolling his eyes.
No sir, she didnt as it turns out. Mr. Schwartz left all his
holdings, stocks, and assets to his partner of ten years, Mr. Richard
Saunders. So what you bought was fifty-one percent of fifty percent of
the club; making Mr. Saunders the primary stockholder of the club. As
well as leaving a sizable amount of dividends to be owed to the clubs
majority stock holder, Peter concluded.
And, bitch, thatd be me, Dick said with his chest puffed out
with great pride.
Well its not that big of a deal fellows. Im sure we can work
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made and everything and send you a check, uh, Mr. Saunders. But, the
clubs not made much money. Its really not that sizeable, Mr. Norris
said trying to back pedal out of the room.
The coward knew he was now outwitted. Dicks warning of
getting him echoed through his racing thoughts. He had enough
businesses he could fall upon, but he simply didnt want to give Dick
anything. Its much more fun and profitable to dance as long as you want,
but leave everyone else to pay the band.
Well, Mr. Norris as it turns out Ms. Taylor keeps meticulous
records. She has maintained a running total of the business profits and
losses over the period of time since you bought the controlling interest of
her stock, Peter calmly said beginning to enjoy his role in this little
game.
You did what? He exclaimed in fury and surprise!
I had to protect myself in some way, Misty said with fear
obviously spread across face.
But, according to Ms. Taylor ledger sheets, you owe Mr.
Saunders somewhere in the neighborhood of two-hundred, fifty-seven
thousand, five-hundred, seventy-two dollars, and sixty-one cents
respectively, Peter concluded defiantly.
And, Ill take it in cash, right now, Dick demanded while
slamming his fist onto the dressing table with cartoon type exaggeration.
I aint got that kind of money! Mr. Norris screamed!
Then Ill take it in the form of your holdings in this club, Dick
retorted with cold determination.
Fine, you can have the goddamn thing! Hell its more trouble
than its worth anyway! We can go Monday and take care of it, Mr.
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And give you the opportunity to skip the country? Nah, thats
why I keep a lawyer handy, Dick said coldly with calculated under
tones, cleared his throat, and nudged Peter again.
I took the liberty of drawing up this agreement outlining the sale
of your holdings in Misty River Memories Gay Club to be sold to Mr.
Richard Saunders for the money owed to him for your unpaid dividends,
Peter says as he unfolds the blue bound contract he had hidden in the
inside pocket of his jacket and placing it down on the dressing table and
handing a pen to Mr. Norris.
Mr. Norris looks at Peter then to Dick and takes an ink pen out of
his jacket pocket and signs the papers. Peter shows him where he needs
to sign and initial, and when finished Ruby removes a notary stamper
from her purse, and notarizes the document without hesitation.
Smugly Mr. Norris straightened his jacket and stood proudly. He
walked towards the door to leave, but Dick had already expected this
move and returned to his original post as barrier between Mr. Norris and
his undeserved freedom giving Inspector Davis the opportunity to clear
his throat drawing everyones attention back to him, and chimed in with,
Mr. Paul Norris, youre also under arrest for Racketeering, fraud,
embezzlement, and, but was cut off by the bouncer saying, And
dont forget drug trafficking.
And drug trafficking. And, Im afraid, Mr. Norman Rockchester,
Im going to have to arrest you too sir, Inspector Davis.
Uh, no youre not! Im his alibi. He wasnt at the club those
nights. Hehe was at my house, playing Monopolyall night, werent
you Bubbles? Dick asked flashing his eyes to cue Norman to just agree
with whatever was being said.
Uh, yeah. Sure was, Norman answered confused.
Yeah, I was there too! Hes a big cry baby if he dont get to use
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I could have sworn you stopped by too Dungeon Master, Dick
asked? Inspector Davis just drops his head and escorts Mr. Norris, and
Divine Temple towards the exit to the awaiting police cruisers mumbling
to himself.
Also, Inspector Davis, youll find in your email inbox several
videos of Mr. Norris giving several packets of various illegal substances
to people in the exchange for money! Dick yelled!
How the fuck did you get videos like that, Norris yelled back?
Trade secret Mr. Norris, trade secret, Dick said confidently
wrapping his arms around his beloved Ruby.
Norman still confused turned towards Dick, Why did you just
help me back there?
In one of the videos I saw you fighting with Norris refusing to
play his petty bullshit, and then threaten to break his legs if he ever
touched Misty again. Family protects family, Dick said somberly.
Um, Mr. Dick, what was in that box you found? I figured itd be
her ring, Norman asked?
A letter from my husband to his sister, and a lot of dust. Now,
where were we, oh yeah. The other contract? Wheres my contract
wench? Dick yelled out for Peter clapping his hands together.
Peter looked at Dick as announced, Im an attorney not a
contract wench, then turned to Misty and said, Dick had me draw up a
separate set of contracts, signing his holdings of the club in its entirety
over to you Ms. Taylor, Peter said rolling his eyes to Dick.
Flabbergasted and nearly speechless Misty stammered, What?
to Dick.
Sammie wanted you to have this club. He just wanted to make
sure you were okay with it on your own. He never intended to keep those
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your club, and his wishes are finally carried out, Dick said with tears
forming in his eyes.
Dick, I dont know how to thank you enough for all this, Misty
wailed out fully engulfed in tears.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an invitation,
Just be at this address, on this date, on time, please, Dick said as he
handed her the envelope and then took her into a warm embrace.
Misty reads the card Dick hands her, and looks at him while
blotting tears off her face and regally says, Its a date.

















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Chapter 15 Goodbye Sam
Marlow Detective Agency is closed today, and redecorated for an
auspicious and long awaited event. On a brass tripod beside the front
desk stands a large picture of Sam Schwartz with a spray of red roses and
white calla lilies wrapped in a black ribbon attached at the bottom. Sitting
beside the picture on the counter is an Urn. The overly crowded lobby
filled with black clad people all huddled into small groups of three or
four talking, discussing one topic. Several have plates of food, some
point at the picture, but mostly all will glance over at the somber figure
standing close to the picture.
Ruby, never leaving his side, says, Dick its time. Yeah, I
know, have I mentioned yet how badly I really dont want to do this, he
replied?
Only about a hundred times. But, best way to get over dreading
something is just do it and get it over with, Ruby says defiantly.
Yeah, I guess you do have a point. Lets get this road on the
show, Dick says screwing up his courage. He steps up beside the
picture, and strokes the cheek of the man in the portrait. He refuses to
turn away from it for a second, and just stares. Seeing the hurt growing
stronger on his face, Ruby takes her fork to her glass, and says,
Attention. Excuse me, can I have everyones attention. HEY! Shut up
and look up here! then looks at Dick and says, There you go baby, the
floor is all yours, then steps demurely away.
He clears his throat, and wipes a tear then says:
The first time I met Sam he came
running into this office, and slammed his
resume on this desk which was probably
the only thing that was in this office at the
time. He declared, BAM! You just hired a
lawyer. I almost hated to tell him that I
had already hired myself, and that I was a
lawyer. So, he picked it back up, slowly
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ran back here slammed it back on the desk
and yelled, BAM! You just hired a good
lawyer. I had no other choice. I was
completely hooked right then and there. We
had the most wonderful time together, and I
know this is something that should have
happened a long time ago but I was selfish.
I wanted to keep him all to myself, but he
was probably the most generous person I
ever met. So, he and I equaled each other
out. He got to be the one who gave all his
heart to everything, and I tried so hard to
hold everything in. He would give the shirt
off his back to anyone who needed it, but I,
I was selfish. The last night I saw him I had
forgotten to pick up some things on my
way home, and he offered to go for me. So,
I agreed, and I never got to see him again. I
never got to hear his laugh again, I never
got to hold him again, and I never got to
tell him I loved him again because, I was
selfish. Starting to cry he continued, So,
today, I want to be selfish again. I dont
want to have to do this. I dont want to
have to say goodbye to the best person that
was ever on this earth. I want those doors
to open, and have him storm through here
like a whirlwind and slam a copy of the
announcement on this desk and say,
Gotcha!, because, Im selfish. He was taken
away from us, taken by people that will
never have to pay for what they stole, and
by people who will never know exactly
what they destroyed. Hell, he would have
probably been the first one to try to talk me
into defending them, because that was the
kind of man he was. They stole a lover, a
brother, a friend, and a defender of Justice.
I want to beg him to come back, I want to
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him I love him so I can hear him say he
loves me too one more timebut I cant do
that. Its selfish. So, today I will ask
everyone here to please lift your glass with
me so that we can all share in the memory
of Mr. Sam Schwartz and pray that
wherever he finds himself he knows that a
group of people banded together today to
wish him a loving farewell, and to vow that
he will never leave our thoughts or hearts.
Sam, my heart, my best friend, my partner,
I love you

Dick wasnt sure what hurt the most: living everyday without
Sam, or living everyday knowing the truth and not being able to share it
with anyone. He couldnt tear himself away from the picture of Sam the
way he remembered him: happy and without a care in the world. But, as
with everything in life there is always more than what meets the eyes.

Flashback to the day of Sams Death

For days Dick kept calling Sams phone hoping against all hope
hed answer, but there was nothing and the voice mail had long since
been filled. He knew something awful happened to Sam; he could just
feel it. When Dicks phone did finally ring it wasnt Sam on the other end
but Inspector Davis instead, Dick, buddy, we need to talkright now.
Can you get down here ASAP, he asked?

Have you heard anything Frankie, I have to know. Im going insane,
Dick said over the phone. It was the first time hed ever heard Dick sound
desperate or weak.

A couple days ago some rookie cops found a bodyDick, I think its
Sam, the inspector said in his most somber tone.

Thinkyou thinkyou tell me you think youve found the dead body
of the love of my life and you ONLY THINK, he wailed?!?

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Where is he? I want to see him right fucking now, Dick sniffed!

You have to get to the Coroners office quick. Ive put him off. He was
going to cremate him today. He was listed as a John Doe but when I got
the file I recognized his tattoo, the inspector informed him.

What the hell is going on down there Davey, Dick yelled into the
phone as h grabbed his coat and ran out the door of the apartment telling
Misty and Ruby, whod been setting vigil with him, that hed be back as
soon as he could. Misty immediately broke down crying, and Ruby
wrapped a sympathetic arm around her shoulders and held on tight trying
her best not to cry.

Dick drove like a mad man to the morgue. Hed been there
several times on cases but this time he was unsure he had the strength to
do what needed to be done but borderline insanity fueled by grief makes
people do strange things. He crashed through the double doors, enraged
and wondering how the bastards didnt recognize Sam themselves when
theyd seen and talked to him countless times themselves, knocking over
several trays and throwing a chair across the room. Dont let it be him,
please dear God dont let it be him, Dick screamed to the coroner, God,
the devil, thin air, or just anyone whod listen.

Dick, Im sorrythe interns didnt know himand I just examined him
todaybut Im sorry Dick it is Sam, the coroner said mournfully.

Let me see him, Dick said as calmly as he could muster.

You dont want to see that Dick. He was beaten up real bad, and cut up
to where he was unrecognizable. We had to use Dental x-rays to
determine who he was. You dont want that being the last memory you
have of him is it, the coroner begged?

I said let me fucking see him, Dick growled.

The coroner looked nervously over his shoulder and then turned
back to Dick saying something else, but all Dick could register was that
he was talking and keeping him away from Sam a lot longer than he
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of the Autopsy table and screamed, Let me see my God damn husbands
body right the fuck now!!

Slowly the coroner peered over his shoulder again, and then
walked over to the coolers, Dick, this really is a bad idea, he said.
I said now, Dick said as he whipped his pistol from its holster hidden
within his jacket and pointed it directly at the coroner with one hand and
wiping tears from his eyes with the other.
Shaking the coroner grasps the cooler lock and pulls the lever.
Dick watched the door creep open as if it were in slow motion. As the
drawer was pulled out exposing a white sheet covered body Dick thought
to himself this was the end. The coroner looked up at Dick, was reminded
of the gun staring at him, dropped his head, and pulled the sheet down.
At first Dick was shocked, then stunned, and then just filled with
rage. He grabbed a corner of the sheet and yanked it completely off the
body. He glared at the coroner who was now flinching with every move,
then raised his gun and placed it at point blank range to the coroners
forehead and said, I said show me Sams body!

What do you mean, the coroner begged?

Sammy SamSamuel Abraham Schwartz? My fucking husband?!
The guy youve talked to a million times. SAM!! Where the fuck is HIS
body, Dick yelled?

This is his body Dick. Youre just in shock. I told you this was a bad
idea, the coroner tried to explain.

Im not in shock you autopsy gremlin! Where is Sams appendectomy
scar on that body, or his birthmark on his thighor hell even wheres the
rest of his dick?!? I know every microscopic piece of that mans body so
Ill ask you again, nicely; where the fuck is my husbands body, Dick
asked as he pressed the gun barrel harder against the coroners forehead?
He was so involved with the coroner and this body that was being poorly
passed off as Sam he completely missed Gentry slipping into the room
behind them.

Dick, put the gun down and step away from the nice Coroner, Gentry
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NO, Dick replied.

You and me need to talk outside, Gentry cajoled.

Kinda busy right now Gentry, be with you in a minute, Dick said
coldly not moving a muscle.

Dick, seriously youll be a lot better off talking to me outside than
shooting him, Gentry said cooly trying to calm the enraged Dick down.

Still steadfastly holding the gun to the coroners forehead he asks, You
gonna tell me what the fuck is going on here?

Yeah Dick, Ill tell you everything. I promise, he said.

Dick cocked an eyebrow, but lowered the gun turned and walked out of
the steal covered room with Gentrys arm wrapped around him. Dick was
lead to a white van with County Coroner plastered in black on either side.
Dick poured himself into the passenger seat as a broken and heart
crushed heap of what used to be a man. They drove for what seemed like
an hour but in reality was only a handful of miles. From there they traded
the white van for an unmarked black sedan and drove further. This time
Dick was trying to pay attention but there were so many twists and turns
that he was completely lost.

Where the fuck are you taking me, Dick exclaimed?

No questions right now, just sit back and forget the scenery, Gentry
replied.
An hour later they arrived in front of a rundown house, in a
rundown neighborhood, of a forgotten corner of nowhere. Gentry drove
into the driveway and two men in black suits stepped out, he flashed his
badge and made some kind of hand gesture that Dick nearly swore was
him giving them the finger. The other men opened the garage door that
looked and sounded as if it were only standing on its imagination. The
door was immediately shut behind them, and once the engine was off
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Dick followed Gentry into the shabby house through the connecting door
in the garage. An officer stepped to Gentry and whispered, Hes been
nothing but a fucking headache since you left.

I think hell calm down a little bit now, Gentry said but Dick barely
heard him speaking because as he was looking down the darkened
corridor he saw at the end of it like a beacon drawing him closer Sam
standing there arguing with someone Dick either didnt see or completely
blocked out. The only thing his senses could make out was a very much
alive Sam, and thats all the information he needed to have.

Dick took off in a mad dash and tackled the unsuspecting Sam. He knew
the men in the room drew their guns and he could hear the cocking of the
pistols but all he did was continually pepper Sam with kisses and say, I
love you, I missed you so much, I was so scared, between affectionate
assaults.

DickDiDiDick, baby I missed you too but theres
someweOh GOD Ive missed you so muchalright stopwe gotta
talkDude, dont touch me there till these bastards pay up front, Sam
yelled or attempted to due to Dicks kissing.

Dick, let the man breathe. We dont have much time and we have to
make this quick, Gentry added hoping to cool off the guys increasingly
hot moment together.

Dick stopped kissing Sam, but was not going to let him out of his
sight. He grabbed his shirt with both hands pulled him in for another kiss,
let go of the shirt and clutched his hand and pulled him down to sit on the
sofa behind them.

OkayIm a little calmer nowwhat the hell is going on and Sam
where the hell have you been, Dick exclaimed?!?

Alright Dick, theres kind of a problem, Sam said sheepishly.

Not too much information Sam. Whatever he knows puts him in greater
danger, Gentry interjected.

Greaterdanger, Dick questioned?


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Yeah, greater danger, Dick, Gentry stated calmly.

Alright, Dick, you remember that guy I defended a couple years ago that
turned out to be in the mob, Sam asked casually?

Yeah, you turned him in and he got lethal injection, Dick commented
letting everyone know he was up to speed.

Well, he was scheduled to die next month, Sam said dreading the next
parts of the conversation.

Okay, still not understanding all this cloak and dagger bullshit, Dick
asked?

Well somethings happened and he escapedand, and these guys found
out theres a hit on me from one of their inside informants, Sam said
mournfully turning away from Dick not being able to bare the look on his
face.

Okay then guys, whats the game plan here to keep Sam safe, Dick
asked Gentry and the other officers in the room?

We relocate him. He goes into witness protection tonight and stays there
till we catch this bastard again, Gentry says flatly.

Alright, soooowhat are we waiting for? When do we leave, Dick said
immediately?

We dont. Dick you cant go with him, Gentry said coldly.

Buthes my husband. I know you protect spouses too, Dick said
dumbfounded.

This country does not recognize your marriage Dick, you know that,
Gentry added.

Then Im not going! Fuck that!! I thought you were going to get him to
take him with us? Its either we go or nothing at all you son of a bitch,
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Dick thought long and hard while Sam and Gentry argued about the
situation. Closing his eyes he turns and snaps at Sams hand, with tears in
his voice saying, No baby. No, you cant do that. I almost lost my mind
these past couple days without you thinking the absolute worst. If
something really did happen to you Id go off the deep end and take
everyone around with me.

Dick, I dont want to safe if I cant be with you. Besides, you wont be
safe, Sam said leaning his head on Dicks shoulder.

Yeah I will. Ill take care of myself. I have to make sure you have a
happy and healthy family to come home too when this is all over dont I,
Dick asked fully crying now?

Enraged, Sam turns to Gentry and says, Alright ass hat, heres the deal:
Ill go with you tonight, but I still get to see Dick, Sam demanded.

Absolutely not! That is completely out of the question, Gentry
demands.

Seeing each other anytime we want would be too dangerous Sammie,
but, once a year should be workable, Dick says considering options,
Christmas! We get Christmas together until this is over or so help me
God everyone will know exactly why you left your family and please
remember I have pictures, Dick stated very calculatingly.

You do? You kept pictures of him even after we got together, Sam
asked with obvious jealousy climbing?

Stay on point baby. Gentry, do we have a deal, Dick asked?

Are you seriously trying to blackmail a Federal Officer, Gentry asked
bewildered?

Do you even remotely think Im joking right now? Answer the damn
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Jesus Christyeah, yeah we have a deal, Gentry agreed and gave Dick
and Sam some privacy to say their goodbyes and make their final
promises to each other till they can be together again.

After what seemed like only seconds Gentry announced he had to
return Dick because they were getting orders that the new safe house was
ready. The ride back to Dicks car was quiet as Dick cried silently to
himself, and once there dropping Dick off he stepped out to console him
once again and said, Dick, you do understand that secrecy is of the
upmost importance. No one, and I do mean absolutely no one is to know
about whats really going on here, right?

Well except for Ruby and Misty of course, Dick asked stunned?

Of course not, actually! You, yourself, wouldnt even know right now
but there was no other way to talk any sense into him otherwise, Gentry
said.

Is this the only way to keep him safe Gentry, Dick asked?

Yeah Dick it is; and if these people really think hes dead theyll screw
up quicker and he can be home sooner, Gentry said trying to reassure
Dick.

Well then, it seems like I dont have much choice here, only a
directionmy poor Sammie is dead but Ill be damned if I have a
funeral. Thatd make him dead in my mind, and I just cant do that, Dick
said with tear filled eyes, and a horrible catch in his throat.

I know what you mean, but youre going to have to live your life like a
grieving husband. As far as you know, Sam really is dead, Gentry said
to Dick respectfully and turned around towards the car.

Oh yeah, and Gentry if you ever and I do mean EVER scare me like you
have for the past few days Ill make your life so miserable youll pray for
death. Do you understand, Dick asked causing Gentry to turn around.
When he was fully turned he only saw the barrel of a gun, and then an
explosion firing a bullet directly into Gentrys arm?

You psychotic son of a bitch YOU SHOT ME, Gentry yelled out!


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Just a reminder to not ever kill my husband again and not tell me about
it first, Dick said as he got in his car and drove away.

Present Day

Dick stepped away from the Alter and took the handkerchief from
his lapel and started wiping tears from his hurt filled eyes. That was
beautiful, and Im sure wherever he is hes glad you said it, Misty said
wrapping an arm around him and hugging him trying to lend some
compassion.
Hell, Im sure wherever he is hes laughing his ass off at me for having
to say it, Dick exclaimed laughing wondering to himself how he was
ever going to be able to make it without telling them the truth.
That was beautiful Dick, and I dont mean to be out of line or
seem uncompassionate, but its been a year and a half. Do you really
think its important to do this now? Im sure everyone has said goodbye
in their own way. In the distance Ruby clears her throat, and Misty,
Dick, and Peter all look towards the sound and she is holding up a stapler
clacking it together, and cocking one eyebrow. He continues with, But,
you knowwhat do I know? Im happy to be here to offer support, and
uhyou have my deepest condolences. She then slips the stapler back
into her purse.
The afternoon continues on with people talking, and telling
stories. A few more get up to speak, and its a nice quiet affair. Suddenly
the elevator doors chime open and a teenaged mixed race young man
steps out. Can I help you little man, Ruby asks?

Yeah, maybe, Im looking for somebody, the kid says.
Ruby smiles, and says, Lets start off with who you are, she asks?

Ohyeah, Im sorry. Im ZackeryZackery Tyler, he says politely.

Well Zackery, its nice to meet you, and who are you looking for, she
asks?


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Umthe lawyer. The one who works here, Zackery asks part excited
and part frightened?
Im the lawyer who works here, how can I help you, Peter interjects
into the conversation?
Ohhhh, youre Sam Schultz, Zackery asks with excitement?
Oh no honeySamwellhow about I let you talk to Dick, Ruby
asks confused?
No, thats alright this was a bad idea, Zackery says and starts for the
elevator when Peter stops him.
What do you need with Sam Shultz, Peter asks?
Who is this guy, Zackery replied defensively?
Im Peter Merchant, Esquire. And who are you, Peter asks trying to get
more information out of kid?
Im nobody. I gotta go. Is this Dick, he asks Ruby?
No baby, he just acts like aLet me get Dick for you. Stay right there,
Ruby slips away and goes through the crowd to find Dick while Peter
keeps a close eye on the kid.
Of all the days for you two to be arguing Im sorry, I cant play referee.
Usually this stuff is funny, but not today, Dick exclaims as hes being
led to Zackery being guarded by Peter.
Ruby just eyes Dick and nods her head in the direction of
Zackery. Dick is confused and shakes his head in a no direction signaling
he has no idea who this kid is. Ruby then introduces them, UmDick
this is Zackery. He was asking for Sam.
What were you wanting with him Zackery, Dick asks?
Well its kinda personal, ya know, Zackery says while squirming.


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Well, Im the one that handles all of Mr. Schultz affairs. So, what do
you need with him, Dick asks losing his patience?
Well, heshes my dad and I wanted to meet him, Zackery finally
says.
Silence fills the little group, and Dicks eyes grow to the size of
silver dollars, I beg your pardon, is all he can muster.
I thought Sam was gay, Peter asked even more confused now than
before?
No, bi, Dick chocks out while starring at Zackery.
What? My dad did dudes!?!? Zackery yells shocked and aghast.
No, Sam married a dude. I dont know who you are or who your dad is
kid! Dick blurts out defensively.
Play nice Dick. Hes a kid, Ruby tries to deescalate the situation.
You know what, screw it, I dont need this, Zackery says and turns to
leave.
If he is Sams then that makes him your step-son damn it. Now man up
and take care of your responsibilities, Ruby demands pointing at
Zackery looking directly at Dick giving him his marching orders.
Alright. Hey kid. Dont be so sensitive. Come back here, Dick says
chasing after him.
Fag, is all Zackery says not turning away from the elevator door.
Brat, Dick responds.
You cant talk to me like that, he exclaims!
I just did, now sit down. Where is your mom, Dick asks sternly?


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Zackery sits down in the lobby chair. Dick sits down beside him,
and Ruby pulls a chair and sits next to them. it dont matter. I cant stay
with her anymore, and I aint going back to a foster home, he replies.
After a few minutes of conversation Dick was well satisfied that this
wasnt going anywhere anytime soon, and excuses himself from the
conversation. He searches out Misty and pulls her to the side.
Hey, umwe got a situation over there and Im not 100% sure how to
deal with it yet, Dick says nervously.
Well, whats the situation Dick? I mean seriously on a day like this who
would have the audacity to come here with a serious problem, She asked
confused?
Ohyoud be surprised, and I promise its going to be interesting but
just stick around until everyone leaves, okay, he asked hopeful?
Dick, Im tired, and I really dont want to ruin this day, She says
somberly.
Dont worry, Ill make it interesting I promise, Dick says as he pulls
away from her sure her curiosity would get the better of him and slips
into his office. He goes directly to the phone and dials a number.
Merchant, Gentry says boldly.
You need to get our boy and get his ass here now, Dick demands.
Dick, you know I cant do that. Hell, Im still in trouble over last
Christmas, Gentry said defensively.
Ill say this slow and use little words to make sure you understand me:
get him here as soon as possible and I wont have to track you both down
and kill you, Dick says as calmly as he can muster but making sure that
he emphatically meant every word he uttered.
Umtomorrow okay, Gentry stuttered out?
Perfect! Our usual spotgood see you then! Dick says slamming the
receiver down on the cradle.