This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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constructive
criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
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, racism, 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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Author's special note: This story is written for the 2022 Mickey Spillane Challenge. It is based upon the characters in my Iron Crowbar series. It is recommended that you read my story 'Send In The Clowns', for which this story is the sequel.
For the entire George Aurus saga, read 'Black Velvet' and 'Power' for his original crime spree; 'Shipping And Handling', Ch. 01 for the first escape and Ch.04-05 for turning himself in; 'Red Squad', Ch. 04 for news of his second escape.
Part 10 - A Failure To Communicate?
As ten-year-old Jimmy finished eating his burger and fries, Johnny came up to him and George Aurus. Johnny was a relatively tall man, with a wiry but athletic frame. His face looked like he'd seen a lot in life... and had endured a lot in life.
George Aurus was 4'2" tall when standing. In an earlier era, he would've been called a 'midget' or a 'dwarf'. He and Johnny had been part of the Wrangler Circus, whose logo was on his black t-shirt as well as the shirt under Johnny's Food Services jacket.
George was also showing signs of illness, as his physical strength and abilities were beginning to wane, and he was all but confined to the electric-powered wheelchair he was sitting in.
"George," Johnny said, "the cops have pulled away from this area of Campus. It might be a good time to get you out of here."
Aurus said "It might also be a good time to help our new friend Jimmy find his dog. Call our friends around here and ask them to help us search. I suspect the dog is huddling around here, somewhere. It's getting cold and I'm sure the dog is hungry. You can put some food on the ground right outside the bins in back, and see if the dog comes to eat it. And once the dog is found, we'll anonymously tip off the Police to find Jimmy."
Johnny said "I can take him to them."
"Oh noooo, by no means." said Aurus. "The Feds might be monitoring, or this might be one of their silly traps. Either way, we can get word to Commander Troy, who will take care of Jimmy and his dog. That is one of the Iron Crowbar's redeeming qualities: he loves dogs."
"The Iron Crowbar?" Jimmy asked, awe in his young voice. "You
know
him?"
"Yes, I've met him." said George. "But it would be a good idea if he does not see me yet, at least not until we find your little dog..."
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"All right," reported Special Agent In Charge Bob Rovers as he came into the FBI RV, "the Campus Police have pulled back, and so have the State Patrol."
"Damn straight." said Lindsey Black. "They
better
do what the FBI
orders
them to do."
"Then this will really get your panties in a wad." Bob Rovers said, intentionally offensively, as he liked to push Lindsey Black's buttons. "The Sheriff's Deputies refused to pull back. It took a direct order from the Sheriff himself to get them to pull back outside of the 500-yard-perimeter around the Museum."
Lindsey Black said "That old coot? Yeah, he's old and weak. We can force him to back off any time... like Lange did at the flower shop today." Apparently, it did not occur to her that Sheriff Griswold abandoning the search for a child was her first clue that she had made a bad miscalculation in her plans...
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8:30pm, Friday, April 9th. The door to my office opened, and in walked trouble. Platinum blonde, as usual.
"Come on in." I said to Chief Deputy Sheriff Cindy Ross. Teresa was in the far-side 'hot chair' near the wall, so Cindy sat down in the 'hot chair' nearer the door.
Her face was red underneath that platinum blond hair as she said "That arrogant bitch Lindsey Black demanded the Campus Police, State Patrol, and Sheriff Department stop searching for that boy, and stay at least 500 feet from the University Museum. I told the Deputies to ignore the bitch and keep looking, and
the Sheriff overrode me and had them stand down!
"
"We were just talking about that." Teresa said. "I don't get it, either... just like I still don't understand the Sheriff letting Lange take those Swamp Frogs out of there after one of them literally tried to murder my husband... and you guy's nephew and cousin, respectively." They both looked over at me.
I said "I know. And yes, we should have shot Black and Coleman on the spot. But that's spilt milk, water under the bridge. I'll just say this about the Sheriff:
have either of you ever known him to do anything that was not in the best interests of the Town & County Police Force?
"
Both women stared at me in shock for a moment. Then Cindy said "Come correct, Red Crowbar." She'd long suffered me making cryptic statements, leaving her confused. And she wasn't taking much more of it, and she had a green crowbar and the will power to use it to administer a beatdown to me.
I said "I think the Sheriff knows something we don't know, and I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet to find out what it is. And I remember the day he retired as Police Chief, when he placed his trust... and his Police Force... in my hands. He trusted me then, and he's always had my back. So I'm going to trust him, at least until I find out what's going on. And I'll ask both of you to do the same... or at least trust
me
to resolve the situation."
"I do trust you." Teresa said. "But will Todd? Maybe not so much. He is absolutely furious with the Feds, and he
is
going to sue them... and provide legal counsel to Beverly, so she can sue them, too."