This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
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Part 5 - War
A perp raised his tire iron, ready to smash Davies's head. He swung down...
*CLANG!*
The blow was intercepted... by a red crowbar. The man looked up into the gray eyes of Your Iron Crowbar, and what he saw was frightening to any lawbreaker. I smashed my fist into his belly, then as he doubled over...
*WHAM!*
... my red crowbar came down hard on his back, Then I turned to one of the other men trying to hold down Davies. I swung again, catching him on the shoulder. Lucky for him... I'd been swinging for his head.
*WHAM!*
As I began tearing apart the thugs, Cindy was on the other side of the car, and she was not sparing the rod... er, crowbar, on the men that were assaulting Tina. Cindy did catch one guy in the face, and though his forearm partially caught the blow, his nose was smashed in.
"Let's get out of here!" one man yelled out, but that was stymied as marked and unmarked TCPD cars came flying up, blue LED lights blazing. Officers poured out of the cars, but held back until Cindy and I were finished.
"I give up! I surrender!" one man said, going to his knees with his hands up. I threw a haymaker right in his face, feeling his nose collapse against my fist as I solidly connected. The guy fell back to the ground.
"I'm not accepting surrenders, thug." I growled, my voice gravelly. Unfortunately, Lt. Rudistan led the Officers in to take custody of the thugs before something really bad happened to them as Cindy and Officer Joan Laurer tended to Tina...
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12:00 midnight, becoming Monday, September 16th. I came into my office, followed by Cindy and Paulina Patterson. I was surprised to see a fresh pot of coffee waiting for us.
"I deduce that Lt. Jerome Davis is here." I said. Cindy nodded as she poured us all mugs of the most very needed beverage.
It'd been a busy evening. We'd barely gotten the perps through booking when an NEA lawyer, wearing a $5000 suit, who had a bulldog thug face that Chief IV might love but even the man's mother wouldn't, came in demanding to speak to his clients before we talked with them. By the time he was done, every one of the perps were taking the Fifth.
But I had used the time wisely, and at 10:00pm, the perps were hauled into Night Court. Judge Rodney K. Watts had come in, and despite the protestations of the NEA lawyer, he denied the perps bail on charges of assaulting a County Fire Officer, attempted rape, assaulting Police Officers, resisting arrest, and for some, violating their bail. All six of them had been arrested at the public Council meeting just days before, and released by Judge Harry 'Spud' Nance.
And speaking of Judge Nance: he had come in, possibly alerted by his NEA cronies, but he was too late, and he was visibly furious that Watts was there already. He was about to raise Cain, but it was possible that a green crowbar had blocked his path, and the look in the ice blue eyes of the platinum blonde holding that crowbar bespoke a strong desire to cause Nance pain.
But he only backed off when his cellphone rang and I said "Answer it." It was Judge Folsom, the chief judge, who ordered Nance to back off. Nance left, his face a mask of utter fury. I made a joke about his face freezing into that look, which did not help his mood very much.
Back in the present, I said "Okay, every one of these bozos were arrested at the Council meeting. All of them have current or previous membership in the NEA. Can we go after the NEA itself, call them a domestic terrorist organization?"
"Probably not." Paulina replied. "We'd have to prove someone in the NEA's leadership sent them to do it. If you can put together a money trail, that would go a long way towards it, but it'd still be a tough sell."
"Yeah," I said, "but I'd love to do it, just for the publicity and to make them have to defend their actions. Anyway, these guys are denied bail, and the charges are serious. By the way, how's Tina?"
"She'll be okay... I think." said Cindy. "She gave her statement to Julia Rodriguez pretty calmly, and we have it on videotape. We let her go home, but she'll be talking to Laura tomorrow. Davies was checked out for a concussion from when they slammed his head to the street, but he appears to be okay. We got there before they could do too much to him. He's angry more than anything else."
"How did you guys know to be there?" Paulina asked.
Cindy and I gave each other a 'look', then I said with a grin: "I'm not sure we should tell someone in the District Attorney's Office." It was Paulina's turn to give us a 'look'.
"Okay." I said with some amusement. "The other day at the Cop Bar, Davies was at our table on the outside deck when I noticed some people in a car watching us. I got the tag number of the car, and it was one of those six bozos that are polluting my jails now. So we knew that they were watching us, and it occurred to me that it might be Davies they were following."
"So they thought he was the easy target?" Paulina asked.
"Maybe." I said. "I'm sure they knew that if they'd taken on the Green Crowbar, they would've gotten hurt far worse than they did tonight. Anyhoo, Teresa had a second shift plainclothes patrol in an unmarked car follow Davies around, and she herself followed him from the Catholic Church. When they saw something suspicious, they called it in, and Cindy and I were sitting in the neighborhood, waiting for them to arrive. The perps attacked almost directly in front of us, and the rest was easy."
Cindy said "And I'm sure they'll think twice about attacking Davies or Zoe Singer again, seeing how fast our reaction was to the attack on Davies tonight. They've got protection from Deputies and loyal Firefighters now."
Paulina asked "Why were the NEA's thugs attacking Davies, though? I'd think they'd concentrate on someone else, like pro-Charter teachers. Is Chief Quinlin part of it?"
I said "Under the 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' concept? Maybe, but I don't think it's Quinlin. He's opposed to the new EMS, but to
that
level?"
Cindy said "I understand what you're saying, but Chief Quinlin has been getting more and more arrogant, lately. He went after you in that meeting, he's making those ads in clear defiance of County ordinances and the Sheriff's explicit instructions, and he's basically acting like he's desperate."
"True." I said "But I'm thinking of the more likely possibility: the Battalion Chiefs, especially Tucker. Would