Deputy Nick Dalton carried the case file into the sheriff's office. “Here you go, sir,” Nick said. “Thanks, Dalton,” the sheriff said and took the folder. “Have a seat, Dalton.” He couldn’t imagine what the sheriff wanted to talk about. He had finished his reports yesterday and turned them in already. Nick sat down in the chair across from the sheriff’s desk. “Dalton, normally I wouldn’t complain about a hard working man, but you have worked twelve-hour days, six days a week for almost a year now. Surely, you don’t need the money. Your brother’s estate was settled three months ago,” the sheriff said. He knew that because Nick had taken a day off to go to the hearing. Nick remained quiet. He had to come up with another excuse. His brother’s estate was worth $1,500,000, so he couldn’t say he still needed the money. Nick figured out what to say and it wasn’t a lie. “I like my job.”The sheriff got up and walked to his office do
Goldman, Carter, and Nick walked into Garvey’s Bar. There was a couple in a booth having dinner. A guy was drinking a beer at a table. The deputies walked up to the bar and sat down on the brown bar stools. A blonde with her hair up approached them. “What can I get y’all to drink?” she asked. “Um, Becky, right?” Carter asked. “Yeah, that’s right,” she confirmed. “Where’s Trina?” Goldman asked. “It’s her night off,” Becky answered. “We’ll have three beers on tap,” Goldman said and reached for his wallet. “I’ll get the first round guys.” “Thanks,” Carter said. “Much oblige,” Nick said. Goldman gave her fifteen dollars. He reached up to scratch the side of his dark hair. “I’ll be back with your drinks,” Becky said. As soon as the bartender was out of earshot, Nick said, “You guys didn’t tell me we were coming to Garvey’s.”“Where else would we go
Gabriella drove on the Arizona back road. The wind from the open windows blew her long, dark hair. She was going to visit her cousins. She hadn’t seen them since her father died. The last time she had spoken to them on the phone was fifteen months ago. They didn’t know she was coming. She didn’t either until she had stormed out of her mother’s house in Mexico for the last time.She had no idea where her older brother was. If you looked up the word, drifter, his picture would be next to it. A loud pop echoed from the front of her Honda Civic. The car leaned to the right.“Shit!” Gabriella pulled over on the side of the road. She got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. The side wall of her front tire had a hole in it.Gabriella dug in her purse for the directions. She looked at the computer printout. She was fifteen miles away from her destination. She had a donut in the trunk, but she didn’t know how to change a tire. “Ugh, great.”Thirty minutes later, Gabriella st
Nick was in the locker room getting dressed for his shift when Goldman strolled in like the cat that ate the canary. He plopped down on a bench with a goofy smile on his face.“Ah, Dalton, you should take lessons from me when attending to women on the side of the road,” Goldman said with a big grin.Nick turned around. “You’re referring to my story about Jackie Garvey,” he said as he buttoned his deputy shirt.Goldman shook his head. “Yep. If you were as charming as me, it would have gone a lot differently for you.”“Let me guess. You met a good looking woman on the side of the road.”“Yep. A pretty young thing traveling through.”“Where was she headin’?”“Don’t know, but I do know she made a pit stop,” Goldman said and pulled a sky blue piece of cloth out of his front pocket.Nick wasn’t sure what it was until Goldman spread it out between his hands. Nick’s jaw dropped at the sight of the thong. “Are you crazy? You fucked a chick while you were on duty? What if the sheriff finds out?
Nick planned to settle in at home with a book. Tomorrow morning he was going to call the P.I. he had hired to help him find Ghost. There was a knock at the door. Nick opened it. It was the sheriff and Goldman. “Look alive, Dalton,” Goldman said loudly and entered the living room without being invited in. The sheriff walked in behind him. “Why do you have on boxers and a T-shirt?” Goldman asked. “Because it’s nine-thirty. I was about to go to bed,” Nick answered with annoyance. “On a Friday night? You’re off. We’re off. Get that pussy repellent clothing off, put on something decent, and let’s go,” Goldman demanded and plopped down on the couch. “We’ll wait. Won’t we, General?”The sheriff smirked and put his hands in his pockets. “And where are we supposedly going?” Nick asked. “Garvey’s,” Goldman answered. “What? On a Friday night? You’ve lost
Nick had to admit the wings were great. They quickly chatted about the town council meeting the sheriff had to attend earlier that day. The DJ came on to the mic. “Hey folks, we’re just a few minutes away from Garvey’s Annual Wet Nightie Contest,” the DJ said. Men whistled and hollered. “But, first we have a special treat. We have another Garvey girl in our midst. Give a big howdy a doo to Gabriella,” the DJ said. Everyone applauded as the lights dimmed and Gabriella appeared on stage. The girl could actually sing. Nick enjoyed it and Goldman definitely did. She gyrated and grinded to the beat. The sheriff looked down at his plate. “What’s wrong?” Nick asked over the music. “It’s a little uncomfortable for me to watch a young lady who’s going to be related to me gyrating on a stage half naked,” the sheriff answered and drank the rest of his beer. “I understand,” Nick
Nick’s mouth dropped open when he saw Jackie standing on stage. Her dark, natural curly hair cascaded down her shoulders. She wore a black teddy with black high heel shoes. Nick’s eyes widened at the sight of her. He knew the contest hadn’t started yet, but Jackie had to be the hottest woman in the room. Her long light hue legs and hips were magnificent. Nick felt a familiar twitch in his pants. It was rising. Jackie’s voice was like velvet on the mic. He continued to gawk at her. “Dalton!” Goldman yelled. Nick snapped out of the haze he was in. “What?” Goldman smirked. “Close your mouth.” He frowned at him. “Not bad for - what did you call her? A rigid anal repressive,” Goldman teased. Nick didn’t know what to say. “You may as well shake that bulge off. You said yourself, she hates you. You’re not getting any from her.” Nick felt an excitement that he hadn’
Jackie was a discrete creature by nature. She did not boast about her accomplishments or personal conquests. But this time – she had to. The next morning she told Jodi, Barbara, Becky, Trina, and Gabriella what had happened behind the station last night.The girls whaled with laughter.“I can’t believe you did that,” Gabriella said with tears in her eyes. “That sounds like something I would do.” She continued to laugh.“That’s what he gets,” Becky said with a smirk. “You’re not rigid. You’re detail oriented. That’s why this place runs as smoothly as it does.”Barbara and Jodi were still laughing.“I don’t know what’s funnier. That guy getting pissed when you started moaning Curt’s name or you calling him out afterward,” Gabriella said. “What was his name again?”“Nick Dalton,” Jodi answered between laughs. “Oh, sister, I always tried to warn people not to get on your bad side.”Jackie beamed proudly. “Yes, I have to say I handled both men with accurate precession.”Trina chuckled. “Po
After Juan had left, Cindy had asked Mindy to grab items to put on her Nicolette persona before they left for Phoenix. Cindy wouldn’t tell her why. She had said they were going somewhere that she needed to see and it was a surprise. Five miles outside of Phoenix, Cindy stopped the SUV at a rest area, grabbed a bag out the back, and told Mindy she had to go to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, Cindy returned, but she didn’t look the same. Cindy had on a pile of make-up and a red-wig, and it wasn’t the red wig Mindy had given her. When Cindy got back in the car, Mindy asked what was going on and where were they going. Cindy begged her patience and assured her that everything would become clear. They were in the downtown area of Phoenix. They parked on the street. Cindy walked Mindy to a building that looked like it had glass for walls. They got on the elevator and went to the twelfth floor. There were two businesses on the floor; Grass
It was late Tuesday morning. Mindy was packing a gift basket. She was going to drop it off as she and Cindy rode out of town. Cindy wanted to go shopping in Phoenix. Of course, Mindy couldn’t afford to buy anything but she didn’t mind keeping Cindy company on her shopping trips. Cindy walked in. “Whoa,” she said as she took in the basket on the kitchen table. “That’s a big thank you.” “Well, it is from both us. Can’t have it skimpy,” Mindy said. Cindy shrugged and opened the refrigerator to retrieve a can soda. There was a knock on the back door. “Who in the world could that be?” Mindy asked. Cindy walked to the door and opened it. The man raised his head so they could see his face from under the wide brim baseball hat. “Hey, girls,” Juan greeted. “Juan, come in,” Mindy said with a smile. He darted inside and closed the door. “I parked my car two blocks away and walk
By the time Matt had found out what was going on, it was over. He and Jodi were having a hot romp in the kitchen when Patty tried to call him. He had left his cell in the living room.Two ambulances, the forensics van, two cruisers, and Williamson’s truck were outside. Matt and Jodi walked into Garvey’s bar. “Son of a bitch,” Matt sneered as he put his hands on his hips, taking it all in.Otto was taking pictures of the body on the floor. Goldman stood tall as he was taking notes while Mindy and Cindy Pandock sat at a table talking to him. Juan was sitting at the bar looking like he had never been more relieved in his life as Carter took his statement.“Oh my god,” Jodi said with a shocked look. “I’m going to check on Juan.”“All right, just don’t interfere with the questioning. I’m heading for the lobby to see what else is going on,” Matt said seriously.Jodi nodded and walked away.Matt strode to the lobby doors which were propped open. There was a body on a gurney covered by a shee
Tyrone told Juan how they had tracked Chip down in Chicago. It wasn’t hard. Chip had left a rowdy drunk trail so anyone who wanted to find him could. Tyrone described how they worked Chip over for thirty-six hours. After being beaten for that long anyone would tell what they knew. Chip had given Juan, Sam, and Zeke up. He had even told them where he hid his cut of the money. During the conversation, Tyrone had given the girls more change to play more tunes on the box. Just like before, Chavez had walked with them. When they returned, Ginger got back in the booth and Nicolette remained standing next to a table. She didn’t look as petrified as before. Tucker James had taken a seat at the table with Juan with the gun still on him. Juan guessed he got tired of standing just as much as Nicolette got tired of sitting. It wasn’t hard for Tyrone to track down Zeke either. At least Zeke didn’t lose his mind with the money. He was enjoying a comf
Juan had gotten Tyrone to chat a little. He got detailed about how Sam suffered before he died to Juan, Nicolette, and Ginger’s horror. Tucker even had the nerve to say that at least Sam wasn’t a rat - if it was any consolation to Juan. Now, he was talking to the girls as Nod Ya Head by Will Smith played on the jukebox. Chavez was bobbing his head to the song. “Are you two sisters?” Tyrone asked. “You look like you’re related.” “Cousins,” Nicolette choked out. “Ah,” Tyrone said with understanding. “It’s shame we didn’t meet under different circumstances. You two are cute. Oh, well, back to our friend Juan. So, Juan, where the hell is my twenty million dollars?” Mindy and Cindy’s eyes bugled. “I’ll tell you, but I have to know something first,” Juan said. “Yeah, what’s that?” Tucker said and put the barrel of the gun to Juan’s temple. “How’d you figure out it was us?” Juan asked ask he foug
Tucker had Juan sit down in a chair out on the bar floor. The silence made the situation more terrifying. Tucker pointed his pistol at his chest. How the hell did they figure out it was us? “Ladies, do you want to listen to some music,” Tyrone asked. “Huh?” Ginger said. “Music,” Tyrone repeated. “No reason for the situation to be unpleasant for you because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. What kind of music do you girls like?” Nicolette shrugged stiffly. “Some country and . . . I just started to listen to some hip hop lately.” “Okay,” Tyrone said as he nodded his approval. “What about you, babe?” he asked Ginger. “Same including R&B,” she answered. Tyrone dug into his pocket and pulled out some change. He took Ginger’s hand and placed the change in it. “Play some hip hop. I don’t like country music – oh, and no Eminem, Justin Bieber, or Justin Timberlake. I hate t
It was Sunday morning, and Juan was feeling pretty good despite what had happened last Sunday. No one in town or the surrounding areas knew about Sam being found dead at the hotel, which surprised Juan because he was sure the EMTs would have talked, but it didn’t seem like they had. Juan just thanked his lucky stars.Matt and his team were still working on Sam’s case. Forensics believed Sam’s death was an accident per cloth fibers that were found on his body and the ice bucket bag. Matt tended to agree based on the staff statements and security camera footage from the lobby and exit doors down stairs. He did have Juan come in to look at some of the footage that Matt found suspicious. Juan identified the two blondes Sam had been with. They had appeared to be in a hurry and they went out the side door exit. Juan only knew their first names. Matt had put in the Arizona state police database that they were wanted for questioning, but he didn’t suspect them of foul play. Sam’s valuables ha
Monday afternoon, Juan prepared himself for the verbal assault as he settled in the office with Jodi and Jackie. He had asked Matt not tell the twins about Sam Ellis. Matt had said that it should come from Juan since they still own a part of the business, so they had a right to know. Juan didn’t want them to know because he knew they would blame him somehow. Sam was Juan’s friend not some random guest off the highway. In the end, Juan had refused to call them about it and told Matt to do what he felt was right in regards to informing the twins. “What’s up?” Juan asked. “I think you know what’s up,” Jackie said. “Jackie, what happened yesterday couldn’t be avoided. I don’t know how you think I could have prevented -” Juan began. “Of course, you couldn’t stop it,” Jackie interrupted. “We came here to see how you were and how we can help.” “Yeah. You can’t stop someone who really wants to kill themselves – or partici
The forensics team combed the room over while Matt and Juan waited in a room across the hall, so Matt could take Juan’s official statement. Both room doors were propped open. Otto was able to just walk a few feet to give Matt immediate need to know information.Matt noted Sam’s license information on a pad so his license could stay in an evidence bag. Sam had one suitcase filled with clothes, normal toiletries in the bathroom, a bottle of aspirin, a hundred and fifty dollars in his wallet, a paper bag with eight thousand four and thirty dollars in it, no credit cards, a cell phone, a photo of a woman, a man, and three girls, a key chain with a car key, two regular keys, and a lock key, and a few business cards.“Do you know why he had so much cash on him?” Matt asked.“Sam still lived the life of a drifter,” Juan said. “Plus, he liked casinos. He stopped at a couple in Arizona before he came here. Probably had a good run.” “Hmm,” Matt mused. “Yeah, but to keep that much cash in your