Florida Son by W J Costello

Author:W J Costello [Costello, W J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2015-10-16T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 31

THE PATROL CAR rolled to a stop. Two cops got out. They looked around as if they were getting their bearings. Then they began to walk toward the ratty-looking Montana fifth-wheel trailer. They had almost reached it when Mr. and Mrs. Messy flew out the door.

“Officers,” Mr. Messy said. “Boy are we glad to see you.”

Complainants are always glad to see the cops arrive.

“Sir, tell us what happened.”

“See that trailer over there? The Keystone travel trailer? The man in there threatened us. Threatened me and my whole family. He said he would kill us. He meant it too. You should have seen the look in his eyes. His eyes looked like rattlesnake eyes. Dark and beady and evil. He put up his fists and he was ready to fight. It happened right over there. Boy are we glad to see you.”

“You do something to anger him?”

“It was just a small incident.”

“What happened?”

“My son was out here bouncing a ball. It accidentally hit their trailer. But it didn’t cause any damage to it. Look at it. You can’t see any damage. Can you?”

“Then what happened?”

“Then they come flying out of their trailer as if the ends of their hair were on fire. He goes up to my son and yells at him. Scares him half to death. Calls him names. He called my son a shitbird.”

“Your son around here now?”

“In our trailer. He pissed his pants. He’s putting on a new pair right now. Are you going to want to talk to him?”

“Is he injured in any way?”

“Not from anything that happened today.”

“So he has prior injuries?”

Mrs. Messy spoke up.

“Look, officers. Aren’t you going to go arrest that man? He threatened us. He threatened our lives. He needs to be put in jail.”

“Ma’am, please calm down.”

“Calm down?”

“Here’s what happened,” Mr. Messy said. “Our son recently got bit by their dog. We asked them to pay the medical bills. They refused. So we’re taking them to court. And they’re not too happy about it. I think they just flew off the handle today when the ball hit their trailer. To tell you the truth, officers, they seem like uptight people. Anal-retentive. Orderly. Fussy. You know the type.”

“Calm down?” Mrs. Messy said again, fists on her hips, head tilted. “Did you really tell me to calm down, officer?”

One of the cops came over to talk to me. She asked if I had heard the threat. I told her no. Then I gave her a detailed account of what I had witnessed. She thanked me and left to rejoin her partner.

Mrs. Messy was mad as a hornet. Her arms flailed as she ranted.

The cops allowed her to mouth off in their presence. They were obviously experienced cops. They knew how to get information. They knew that in moments of anger people often reveal information they would otherwise withhold. Both cops stood listening patiently until Mrs. Messy had quieted down.

“Ma’am, we understand your concerns.”

“So you’re going to arrest that man for threatening us?”

“Ma’am, it’s your word against his.

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