No Good Deed: A River City Anthology by Frank Zafiro

Author:Frank Zafiro [Zafiro, Frank]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: USA, police, Short story anthology
Published: 2010-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

“Tell you what you do,” Aaron Norris told me one morning. He’d crashed our normal three-some of Gio, Batts and me because his partner Virgil Gilliam had called in sick. I’d given up keeping Lauren a secret from either of them, but I was surprised that Norris knew it, too. I shouldn’t have been. The rumor mill works overtime at River City PD.

“What?” I asked, not caring much what he had to say.

“It’s simple,” he said. “You just talk her into letting you fuck her in the ass, right? Then once she lets you, just tell her that you can’t respect someone that would let you do something like that. And then you dump her.”

“Class act,” Batts said. He shook his head, but he was smiling, too. Easy for him to take it lightly. He had Rebecca. She was something special and he was locked into her. I figured I could look high and low and the best I’d probably end up with is something half as good.

“Hey,” Norris said, “it works.”

“So would taking a giant crap on her chest,” Batts said, “but I wouldn’t recommend that.”

“If the thing with fucking her in the ass doesn’t work, that’d be my next step,” Norris said, and we all laughed, even though Norris was an idiot. Lauren came and filled our cups. She pressed her chest into my triceps as she poured, and I felt guilty as hell. The silence while she topped off everyone’s coffee made it obvious we had been talking about her, which made me feel even worse yet. But she just smiled that mysterious, seductive smile, pushed that lock of hair behind her ear and walked away.

Norris watched her go. “Nice taste, Sully.”

I didn’t answer.

He turned to face me and said, “No, really. She’s a hot little piece of trim.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just nodded.

“Well-traveled,” he added, “but hot.”

Anger flared up in me and my hand curled into a fist under the table, but I pressed my lips together and said nothing. To avoid his eyes, I took a drink of my coffee and gave him a vague grunt.

Conversation turned to other topics, but my mind stayed on her. Eventually Norris left and Gio followed a short time later. Batts and I sat, drinking the last of our coffee and finishing reports.

“Sully?”

I looked up from my burglary report. “Yeah?”

“You getting attached to her?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No,” I said. “I’m not.”

“You sure?”

“You’re the Italian,” I said. “Remember? Us Irish are much more practical.”

Batts let out a small snort. “Yeah, no romantics ever came out of Ireland, right?”

“Not this one,” I told him and after that, he left it alone.

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