Post Pattern (Burnside Mystery 1) by Chill David

Author:Chill, David [Chill, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Mystery, Hard-Boiled, Private Investigators
Amazon: B00BD1Q0IQ
Published: 2013-02-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I started the Pathfinder's engine and watched Lenny walk down the sidewalk. Pulling slowly out of my space I eased the truck down the street and followed him around the corner. He stopped three cars down and opened the door to a new Toyota Prius. As he climbed into the vehicle, I drove up and double parked in front of him, blocking any potential escape. Hopping out of the Pathfinder, I drew my gun from the ankle holster and scooted around the back of the truck. Sensing danger, Lenny leaped out of his car empty handed but it was too late. My gun was in his face.

"Turn around," I shouted. "Hands on top of your head."

I grabbed him and flung him around for emphasis. Frisking him for weaponry, I found none and spun him back the other way.

"Get the bag," I said, jerking my head in the direction of his front seat.

"You're not a cop!" he exclaimed.

"Call it a citizen's arrest," I snarled. "Get it."

He reached inside and brought out the bag which said "Target" on it in wide red lettering. I peeked inside without touching the contents. It was a large white zip-lock baggie filled lavishly with white powder and rolled up into a cylinder.

"Planning on doing some baking, Lenny?"

His eyes had the look of a frightened animal. His breath was rapid and uneven, and his mouth quivered nervously. For a moment I thought he might start to cry.

"I dunno where that came from, dude," he started.

"Give it up, Lenny. I've got pictures of you carrying it out of the building," I lied. "I even know you were in apartment 14G."

"How... how do you know that?"

"Radar, kid," I said, starting to enjoy myself. "You were in that apartment for eleven minutes and six seconds. Would you like me to describe the furniture in the apartment, too? I can start with the orange couch."

He shook his head no. I instructed him to hand me the keys of his car and when he did so I told him to get in on the passenger side. I sat down behind the wheel.

"Okay, Lenny, here's the deal. You're in a lot of trouble. Big time trouble. With what I have here, you could go away for a couple of years. San Quentin. Some of the boys there might teach you a new definition of what a split end means. It won't be pretty."

His face was flushed and it held a petrified look. "I’ve never been arrested before," he protested.

"Doesn't matter," I continued. "First offenders go away all the time. Plus, it'll be very public. The headlines will read "LAU football player goes to jail on drug charges." It'll haunt you for the rest of your life. Everyone you meet will know about your past or else they'll have friends who will. This is probably fun and games now, but believe me it will live with you forever."

He bit his lip hard. "What do I do?" he whimpered.

"Cooperate," I said. "Right now I'm the only person in the world who can help you.

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