The Weatherman by Ronald Ady Crouch

Author:Ronald Ady Crouch
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: canada, soldier, rapists, police academy
Publisher: Books We Love Ltd.

* * *

When I got back to Harbourfront, I took a long hot shower. The coffee had brewed by the time I got out. I sat down at the kitchen table, and looked out over Lake Ontario. The lake was fairly calm, but with enough wind to fill the sails of the yachts tacking back and forth. Peaceful. My eyes were drawn to a gaff-rig sailing boat. I got my binoculars. It was old, as expected, but well preserved. Its teak deck scrubbed almost white. It had beautiful lines. If there was ever such a thing as a male or female boat, this beauty would be a woman. When I saw the name on her stern, I couldn’t stop smiling. Annie. One day I was going to find that boat and buy it. Annie and I would sail away aboard her.

I looked up at the surveillance monitor. Annie was approaching the door, keys in hand. She looked tired.

“Oh, Sam, what a day I’ve had. Is that coffee fresh?”

“Just made it. Sit down, I’ll pour you a cup and you can tell me all about it.”

“We spent nearly the whole day in the station. My coach officer continually bombarded me with questions about the Highway Traffic Act. Apparently, Don, that’s his name, is the guru for the department when it comes to anything to do with a motor vehicle. As if that wasn’t enough, then he grilled me about the difference between suspended drivers and disqualified drivers. To round it off, we had a discussion on impaired drivers. I am not looking forward to going in tomorrow. I had to keep telling him that my eyes were not on my chest.”

“Do you want me to speak to him?”

“No, of course not. He’s harmless, and a wealth of knowledge. All I wanted to do was to get out on the streets and catch criminals. I don’t think I’m going to be doing that for some time yet, not at this rate anyway. You’re a life saver, thanks for the coffee. Apparently, so I heard, some cop in Toronto was trying to save a guy from falling off a balcony, but the guy fell and was killed. That’s awful. So how was your day? You’ve got a black eye. How did you get that?”

“Well, my coach, his name’s Jimmie, he’s Irish. That’s his nickname, too, but only when he gives you permission to use it. I don’t have permission yet. After breakfast he and I got into it. He’s an old guy, but don’t call him that. I called him old man and he lost it. Right on the busy street. Can you believe it?”

“You didn’t hurt him, did you?”

“Annie, if Jimmie heard you say that he’d wet himself laughing. No, I did not hurt him, that’s the trouble. In trying not to hurt him I caught a fist in the eye. After that I was pissed and he knew it. So we got back in the cruiser and went looking for action. I was driving.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.