(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I'm primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Episode 014: InseCUrity
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Nearing Midnight...in more ways than one...
"Excuse me? Where can we find Midnight Amador?"
Veronica Redmane and her boyfriend William Gullivant had found their way to Cordoba after hearing of a fire at the Amador property. With the help of an old scanner that Will's dad Niles kept in his garage they were lucky enough to be listening while there for dinner. Niles liked to keep abreast of things around Caretaker over the scanner be it weather, or local police and fire calls. Steaks on the grill were quickly sidelined. After checking with Caretaker PD Niles learned that Irene Amador was taken to Cordoba. Once confirmed it was a no brainer for William to borrow his father's truck and hurry to Midnight's side. Friends were there for one another no matter what.
"Still in ICU. Family members?"
"Midnight's my sister." Veronica blurted out. As far as she was concerned that was true if in reality not even close. Same tribe...technically.
"So, Irene is your mother?" Nadine the nurse asked, it was her job.
"Yep! Where's Mommy? Is she alright?" Not quite Oscar caliber in her performance but passing.
"The doctors are still with her. I'll buzz you through those doors right there. The rest of your family are in the waiting room on the right."
"Thank you so much." V grabbed Will's hand and drug him from the nurse's station. Will feared her lying would get them banned. Once past the doors the real sweating began. Noting Deputy Darcy Grainger bringing a white smock into the waiting room V hurried them along faster. At the glass wall Veronica looked in to find the room crowded. "Nick's here too."
"Wonder why he's here?" Will flared his eyes then spotted Midnight Amador removing her blanket as if not a care in the world. He had known Midnight for years, but never once had he realized just how fine her body was. Like Sheldon Cooper he had to divert his gaze or get a hard on from hell. Barging right in alone Veronica rushed over to Midnight before the girl could even get her arm through her first sleeve. Hugging her dramatically meant overlooking her nudity. V didn't care, she was a free spirit herself and with emotions running rampant the smock fluttered to the floor.
Deputy Darcy Grainger grumbled at Nick Sanchez, "At this rate she's never going to get dressed."
"That a problem?" He smirked, Darcy shaking her head silently mouthed, "Wish I could." He took it as her wishing she could allow it until a second mumble led to, "I hate clothing." Interesting! Nick simply shrugged her innocent flirtation off and bent over to pick the smock up and drape it over Midnight's back. "Break it up she needs to cover herself." He met eyes with Veronica.
"What happened?" V eased from their embrace to look at her best friend's glossy eyes.
"I think Father started the fire. Mother is still unconscious." Midnight managed to get her arms through the smock's sleeves and V took over pulling the front together. Assisting in buttoning her up Midnight swatted her friend's hand to prevent too many from being attached.
"Who let you in Redmane?" Midnight's Uncle, Mordecai Sage snapped with bitterness, "You are not immediate family, nor are you welcome here."
"She is my family." Midnight spoke up.
"Outcasts!" He sneered. Nick was not approving of the anger in his heritage.
"Leave her alone."
"You dare to speak to me like that? You are not family either."
"Oh, for God's sake Mordecai...do I have to slap you silly?" His sister Matilda raised a palm with every intention of following through. "At a time like this you need to just shut the hell up."
"You know she will." Their mother Dorothy frowned and patted her son's hand. He grew grim but silenced his bitterness, if not his glare of hatred.
"Some Minister you are." Tilly sighed heavily. "Pray for your sister." Nick overhearing his occupation nearly chuckled. To Nick the man needed to have a few demons exorcised himself. He was glad he didn't have to deal with him on a daily basis or the guy would have had his ass handed to him. Bloody pulpit!
"I need to head back and help look for Esteban." Deputy Grainger informed the family. "I'll call you if we locate him." She then rubbed Tilly on the back, "Keep them in line." A point at Mordecai with a stern look for him to behave went over well, she being white. Before he could even react, she patted the folded handcuffs on her hip as a threat. "I'll say my own prayers, Pastor." Turning away Nick followed her into the hall where Sheldon and Will Gullivant were chatting.
"Call me directly! I didn't give Dolan my number." He shared his digits.
"No offense...Mr. Sanchez? Giving me your number, I might as well turn myself in for sending you dirty pictures after dark." She winked, "Don't panic I'm joshing you."
"No, you're not! Keep your uniform on."
"So... you and Midnight?" She had to ask.
"None of your business."
"Right! She's a good girl...don't hurt her."
"Worry more about finding her father."
"Yep!" Darcy put her hat on and left the ICU. On the outside she ran into another arrival in Midnight's co-worker Naomi. Former co-worker now that Midnight had quit the diner, friend none the less. A quick fill in of info Naomi sat in the lobby just to be there for the girl.
Reaching her squad car Darcy noticed Sheriff Dolan Roster pulling up. Holding off on getting in she stepped over to Dolan's car waiting on he and Caprice Comstock to get out. Eying Caprice running on ahead to join Naomi in the lobby, Darcy shook her head.
"Running late getting here Dolan. Pitstop?"
"Something like that." He winked at his all too smart Deputy. "Any word on Irene?"
"Nothing yet. Still alive as far as I know. She got lucky."
"Yes, Irene did."
"I meant Caprice." Darcy patted Dolan on the abs, "You need a shower Boss you smell like perfume and... you know."
"That bad?"
"The scent or your timing?"
"Go find Amador." He scowled and swatted Darcy on the ass. Sexual misconduct? As if anyone in Caretaker PD would turn on one another. Darcy was just as bad. In her car Grainger pulled away and headed for her home turf. Dolan started inside then had a moment of pause to sniff his shirt. "I do smell incriminating. Dammit!"
Across the street from the parking garage near a dumpster a Harley revved up. Pulling out slowly a certain Oliver Heavy Feather who had been there for nearly an hour now calculated Dolan's travel time. He was not happy!
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3:00 AM
Duncan's Drydock Boatyard for the deceased...
Snoring rose the dead within the once proud fishing boat christened long ago as the Sirene. Within its shadowy hold lie an old mattress and what few possessions that helped make it a home. Stirring from a drunken stupor and an alarm clock of clinking bottles all drained of moonshine whiskey a fearful shadow hisses and runs from being stepped on in crawling from the womb. Startled by the following squall of a cat in pain, a recognition gripes over a hangover from hell.
"Get out from under my foot then. Bloody hisser!" A feminine but slightly raspy voice rattled about until she could light a lantern to see by. Once illuminated a medium build woman with a gray mop of long sorely needing to be washed hair sits up naked, with the exception of a long matted faux fur coat she cherished, a cozy blanket part time. In search of her fuzzy house slippers, her cat at first mistaken she found herself mumbling incoherently. He needed a foot up his ass anyway she thought.
Shantel Bigelow was a squatter without a real home, like many misfortunate people, her life was bound for whatever was available. Being an alcoholic for the last 30 years had not been favorable in any real-life scenario, resorting to whatever kept her warm and somewhat dry. Crawling to her feet with effort, her bed being so low to the floor sent her staggering about, her ignorant boat cat Gilligan hissing a second round of tail stomped on torture. "Stop that before I piss down my leg." It wouldn't have been the first time.
Creaking a door open and shuffling out into the early morning air she climbs down a metal ladder to the ground and sways in step a good twenty feet from her home and lifts her fur to avoid peeing on it while she squatted in the weeds. Shaking off her final drops, she stood up and winced at a smoldering garbage can and hobbles to it for a bit of warmth. Kicking a moonshine jug in the darkness she bent to pick it up sniffing the uncorked spout. Shrugging she took a drink and shook it off as her morning coffee. "That just put a few extra hairs on my bosom."
A squint down at the grass she found her snoring Prince Charming. Kicking his boot heel to rile him she growled, "Wake up and give your ole' lady some lovin'." With not an easy revival she bent down next to Esteban Amador and put her body weight into rolling him over on his back. That man was out cold! Fondling his crotch she sighed, "So much for pole dancin'." A jingle in his pants pocket she reached in for pocket change and car keys. Holding the keys up with awe she smiled with a few missing teeth. Another ambushed roll to his side Shantel swiped his wallet and chuckled.
"You just sleep in my hard-working Prince. Momma Shantel is gonna go get us some breakfast and clean up under my coochie in the little girlies room at the Seven Eleven. Sweet dreams Pesty!" The walk to his car a challenge she got in and started it up. Not even the cars rumble woke her man. Backing out she weaved all the way through the massive boatyard and out on to the main road leading to the small town of Botfelder... or as she called it Bottom Feeder. Her kind of town!
Ten minutes alone Esteban Amador's snore woke him up. A murmur on his lips said, "You know I love you, Irene." Drunk or not it did sound sincere. Too bad he never really proved it to her. Maybe when he woke up sober!
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"What's our prognosis?" Dolan Roster asked nurse Nadine while Caprice Comstock paced the aisle, not being family, her co-worker Naomi telling her to sit down.
"Still waiting on the Doctor to share." Nadine sighed.
"Mind if I go in and talk to Irene's kin?"
"Of course!" The nurse buzzed him in. The second she did Caprice bolted for the door before Dolan could restrain her. Racing in wildly in search of Midnight and the others she found Sheldon Cooper and William Gullivant at a coffee machine, a point toward glass by Sheldon let her discover the others. Of course, Mordecai Sage was irate over another white woman barging right on in as if she owned the promised land. Before he could say a word, his sister Tilly clamped a hand over his mouth.
