Previously on Vice Cop, Hudson was almost killed when lured into a trap by the beautiful pawn, Candy, under instructions of the drug lord Leo Mendoza and his Russian girlfriend Marina Brazilova. Lexa and Detective Mason came to his rescue and Lexa was offered a position of vice cop, but she declined. Hudson and Lexa returned to New York City where further exploits await them. The time is the 1980's.
I realize that some readers prefer to read the sex scenes only and don't care for elaborate plots and storylines so if you're one of those readers, pretend this is a DVD movie and "skip" to "NINE" for a sex scene between Hudson and an ex-girlfriend. For those who enjoy plot, this chapter has more of it. Keep in mind this is supposed to be an adventure thriller/cop series with lots of action and plot, a kind of throwback to 1980's series like Magnum P.I. "Miami Vice" "Hunter" or even the "A Team".
ONE
The night was cool and long.
Driving through the dimly lit streets of a slum, Hudson could feel a melancholy longing begin to overpower him. If only he could find a beautiful and loving woman to share his life with. All he wanted was to become a highly respected vice cop and bounty hunter and come home to a woman who would think of nothing but to please him. There would be little children; boys, he hoped, who would admire their cop dad and with whom he could play football with. This cozy little dream was beginning to distract him when he heard gun shots and screams and his thoughts returned to the present reality.
He pulled over by an alley where the screams were coming from. Getting out of the police car, he watched as a group of young hoodlums, all male, beat up a man and woman in an attempt to steal money and items from them. Hudson took instant action. There were several of these guys so he knew he would need back-up. He picked up his communication device to call the other officers on the beat nearby. Then he got out of his police car and ran to the scene. A few of the young guys began to run. Hudson seized a few of the guys and took out his handgun.
"This is going to end right here, right now," he shouted.
The couple was shivering with fear and lying on their stomachs with their hands over their heads. Hudson noticed that the woman had bruise marks. In a matter of minutes, the other cops arrived. Hudson had fought off some of the more aggressive thugs and they were on the ground with their hands over their heads.
"Party's over, fellas. You're all under arrest," cried an officer as he and the rest began to cuff the guys and restrain them.
"These guys are in a gang," said an officer to Hudson, "these parts of the Bronx have increased in gang activity in the past year. Well, done Hudson. You've been doing a lot of these kinds of arrests. You deserve a vacation."...............
Hudson could not have agreed more. He did need a vacation. It had been a few months since his experience in Miami. When anyone on the force brought it up, Hudson would growl and put on his mean face to let them know he didn't wish to talk about it. It brought back painful memories of a crushed ego. He had lost Candy, having mistakenly believed she was on his side. Lexa had saved his life and she had gained even more fame on the force. Soon after she returned to New York City, she was hailed a hero and the job of vice cop was practically hers. Everyone spoke highly of her and it annoyed him to the extreme. He could not look at Lexa in the face and he avoided her as best he could.
He was alone in his room at home, sprawled nude on his bed, reading a Playboy magazine and smoking, when his eyes fell on an ad. It was advertising nightclubs and escort services in Atlantic City, New Jersey. He had never gone to Atlantic City, despite the fact it was not far away in the least. He loved to dance and visualized himself at a dance club, arms around a pretty girl and having the time of his life. Of course, it would help if he knew and had feelings for the girl but at the moment, there was no one special he could take for a weekend in Atlantic City. There was also the thrill of casino gambling and the luxury and leisure of a nice hotel. All in all, not a bad way to get away from New York City and his routine life as a cop.
As he gazed at a picture of a sexy girl in the ad section of the magazine, he felt his heart beat a tad faster. She possessed a look of odd familiarity. Where had he seen this girl? That round, strong face, those dark, alluring eyes, that long straight dark hair and that killer body, all were somehow familiar to him. He felt as if he had known this girl in his past. But he couldn't put his finger on where and when. There was no use in trying to remember. His memory was faulty. He knew that if he continued to think about it, perhaps a memory would be sparked. He was only in his twenties but he had been a cop for what seemed like an eternity now and he felt much older. Growing up in New York City, he had become tough as nails and in a sense had aged. As he read more about the massage services, hotel dining, casinos and shows, he was convinced he should go to Atlantic City for a weekend. He would have to tell the Chief all about it.
TWO
Hudson stood at the front door of Professor Goldstein's place. Since there was no one else he could invite to Atlantic City, he figured the Professor would want to go. Then again, maybe not, he thought. The Professor had always been a square. He went to bed early, often as soon as it became dark, and he would wake up early before dawn, he taught music classes all day and came home to lonely dinners for one. He had been married to a wonderful woman but she had died of lung cancer and he often wallowed in memories of a long-ago honeymoon, and surrounded himself in photographs of better times. Maybe a trip to Atlantic City would be good for him, thought Hudson.
The door opened and the elderly Professor gave him a strong hug.
"Do come in, Hudson," he said to him, "and I'll make us some tea."
"No tea for me, Professor," said Hudson, who had become bored with the Professor's Earl Greys, "I came here to talk to you about a trip I'm taking this weekend to Atlantic City."
"Well, come in and we'll talk about it."
Hudson took a seat in the living room. Handel's Water Music was playing in the background and Hudson was familiar with it because the Professor had recently introduced him to that piece. As he waited for the Professor to come back, Hudson recalled how in this very same living room, right there by the fire place, he had first met Lexa O'Neil.
Up till then, he had not seen a more beautiful woman. It was such a shame she turned out to be a cop and a damn good one at that. Still, she would sometimes sneak into his thoughts and he would sigh in frustration and longing. Try as he could, he could not completely eliminate Lexa from his mind and this made him very upset.
The Professor returned and sat down next to Hudson, drinking his tea.
"Now, then, what about Atlantic City?"
"I'll be there this weekend, at the Atlantis Hotel. I'd like for you to join me."
"Me? Well I'm flattered you thought of me. I don't think I can stay for a whole weekend, though. Would you be alright with me being there for one day only?"
"That's alright, Professor. I'll pick you up early that morning. I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun."
"Yes, maybe Lady Luck will smile on you or on me."
"I sure hope so, Professor."
And perhaps, thought Hudson, that luck would include finding a girl...........
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Lexa O'Neil had been called into the Chief's office on a matter that was top secret, which meant he hadn't told anyone else about it. This made Lexa feel especially good but she wondered how dangerous an assignment it might be. She often feared that someday, somehow, her life, already full of risk, could come to an abrupt end. Many a cop she had known had died doing their duty and although that was a noble way to go, she wanted to live a long and full life and not die until she was so old it was ridiculous. She was in her uniform and had been on duty. Her hair was in a short bun but this was hardly noticeable as she had on her officer's cap.
"You wanted to see me, Chief?" she said to him.
"Have a seat, Miss O'Neil," the Chief said to her, "I have a mission for you that I'm certain you can accomplish."
Lexa sat down and crossed her legs. She felt like having a cigarette but she knew that the Chief would frown upon it. She stared at him with a look of cool composure. She had never found him to be attractive, though she was more than sure he found her to be very desirable. Many times he had given her stolen looks and would smile every time she entered a room. The Chief was an older man, in his fifties, a bit chubby, bald and decidedly single. His name was Barry Hiller, but everyone simply called him "Chief" a title he was proud of.
