The Double Man (Jack Widow Book 15) by Scott Blade

Author:Scott Blade [Blade, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Black Lion Media
Published: 2021-02-18T22:00:00+00:00

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The Kodiak Police Station and Jail was this monstrous twenty-eight-thousand-square-foot complex, built with serious money behind it. The builders had to excavate and backfill the grounds before laying down one inch of concrete for the slab. They used two hundred and twenty-five steel pilings plus more structural steel-braced frames before they poured concrete for the foundation. The builders insulated the roof with a ridiculously built-up asphalt roofing assemblage. The station’s exterior walls integrated overelaborate stonework with metallic panels to give the outer design a masonry facade like something out of an architectural trade magazine that you might find in the waiting room of a fancy dentist’s office. Widow didn’t like it. It was all overblown, overbudgeted, and overdone.

The interior spaces weren’t much different. There was everything they needed but overexpensed. There was a massive public lobby area, administrative offices, an emergency operations command center, enormous evidence storage, police locker rooms, vehicle bays, and support offices. Because the station doubled as a jail, the security systems for the building included intruder detection, video surveillance, alarm panels, double-layered access control, audio threshold alarms, secure visitor communication, and video and audio recording systems for the police interview rooms.

Widow saw the vehicle bay where the female cop, who’s nameplate read, "Qaunak," had driven him into. She waited for the jarhead cop to arrive, and the two of them escorted Widow out of the bay, past parked patrol cars, and through a cop entrance. Then they led him down corridors and into the processing center. The station’s interior was more of the same modern art nonsense as the exterior. It was like being arrested and processed inside a spaceship.

Widow stayed quiet the whole time. When he sat in Qaunak’s cruiser, the only time she spoke was to read him his Miranda rights. She only looked at him in the rearview mirror. She never turned around—not once. She never took her aviators off—not once. Not even when they entered the underground vehicle bay. Not even when her and the jarhead cop escorted Widow to be processed.

On the way to the booking desk, Widow saw the jarhead cop’s name was Wayne, which made Widow wonder if his first name was John, making him officer John Wayne. That would be a humorous gag to play on your son. He could imagine all the Waynes born into the Wayne family tree since the actor died. John was a common name. He could imagine how many parents skipped over it so their kid wouldn’t grow up with that name haunting them. He figured by now it was okay to name your kid John Wayne. Although John Wayne was still famous, it had been forty-plus years since he died. He died before the cell phone. He died before social media became a thing. Hell, he died before the World Wide Web was worldwide at all.

Widow didn’t ask Wayne’s first name. He kept he’s eyes forward.

They brought Widow to processing, where they handed him off to the two biggest officers on duty in the room, and probably in the whole building.

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