Bang Switch

by Jamie Lee Scott

  “What the fuck? I didn’t roll through nothing.”

  Great way to end the day. When she’d first started as a cop, she dreaded the confrontations, expecting them at every stop, being relieved when it didn’t happen. Not everyone was an asshole, usually just the ones who habitually broke the law, and yet they were being targeted or harassed. She’d grown a thick skin over the years, but she had to admit, she never stopped a car without being aware it could go wrong.

  “Okay, may I see your license and registration, please?” Kate’s patience was worn thin from the twelve-hour shift.

  The driver reached across to the glove box and Kate’s senses ramped up, but not fast enough. She stepped back just as the driver stomped on the gas pedal and burned rubber as he drove off.

  As she ran back to her car, she said, “Dude, it’s on,” then pressed the button on her radio and said, “Vehicle running. West on Mission.”

  Adrenaline pumping hard through her veins, she jumped in her car, shut the door and was moving before she heard it close. Trying to keep up, but aware she was in a neighborhood, she radioed in again. “229, vehicle turned left on Cypress.”

  She slammed her steering wheel hard when she made the left on Cypress and the Mercedes was gone. “Shit.”

  She slowed her car and continued to look down side streets. On St. Claire, she saw a commotion and turned right. Halfway down the block were two patrol vehicles. Two officers stood on the corner, near the street sign, staring at the white Mercedes.

  It looked a little different than it did when she pulled the driver over, because it was now wheels up with all the windows broken, and instead of being on the street, it had come to a stop in a shallow ditch.

  Kate pulled her car to the side of the road and got out. Walking over to the other cops, she said, “Tell me you’ve got my driver somewhere.”

  “Nope. Never even saw him,” Officer Williams said.

  His casual attitude about losing the driver made her want to pull out her baton and smack him up beside the head. There was a reason the jerk fled, not just to make the last half hour on her shift interesting.

  Williams would be under her supervision when she made sergeant. She’d give him an attitude adjustment soon enough.

  “How is that possible? I wasn’t ten seconds behind him.”

  She knew that wasn’t exactly the truth. She’d been maybe fifteen seconds behind him but had slowed when she lost sight of him on Cypress. He had close to a minute, maybe two, on her by then.

  “That’s an eternity in a car chase,” Williams said. “I turned the corner in time to see the car flip, but I never saw the driver. By the time I got to the car, he was gone. He can’t be too far.”

  She walked to the Mercedes, looking closely for any signs of the driver and saw the trunk had popped open. Was he hiding in the trunk? Sounded like a stupid idea, but most criminals weren’t exactly brain trusts. Stepping down into the ditch, she pulled out her flashlight and shown it into the darkness. “Holy shit.”

  Once again, she pressed the button on her radio. “Suspect fled. Possible 27 in the trunk. Call out a detective.”

  Twenty-seven, the code for a dead body. The way the car had landed in the ditch jammed the rear quarter panel and popped the trunk, but the ground kept it from opening far enough for the body to fall out. No way to get to the body until the wrecker came to pull the car out and turn it over. She didn’t think there was any possibility the guy might still be alive, since the back of his head was missing.

  Moving her flashlight around in the dark trunk to see what else might be stuffed in there, Kate only saw the man, who had been dressed in jeans and a thin cotton shirt. Not wanting to touch the body until her supervisor, or a detective arrived, she stood up and backed away.

  What a way to end a shift, she thought.

  The K9 unit pulled up and Jackson took his time getting out of the car. Kate wanted to light a fire under his ass. She’d lost the douchebag, but at least the K9 could catch him before he got to a main road and caught a ride. Hurry the fuck up, she thought as he casually opened the back door and put the leash on Sailor.

  She really needed to stop swearing, but she’d been doing it since she was four, so it was sort of ingrained. Another wonderful trait passed on by dear old Mom. Better than being a junkie, she told herself.

  “Do you know which way he went?” Jackson asked after Kate gave him the rundown on the situation.

  “Not a clue. He was gone when I got here.” It killed her to admit her failure.

  “So much for getting off work before the next shift takes over,” Williams said.

  “Got someplace pressing you need to be?” Kate snapped.

  “Yeah, my bed. It’s been a long night.”

  “It’s gonna get longer. Did you see what was in the trunk?”

  Williams and Jackson followed her to the car. They both crouched down as she shined her flashlight into the opening of the trunk.

  “Well, that blows,” Williams said.

  The sight of the dead body got Jackson’s ass in gear. He took Sailor to the driver’s side of the car for a good whiff, then set off on his trail.

  Thank God the car accident hadn’t woken too many people in the neighborhood. And those who did come outside to see what was going on quickly went back inside when they remembered how hot and humid it was.

  “Crime scene tape, Williams,” Kate said. “Let’s get some up before the neighbors come nosing around.”

  Kate looked at her watch. Maybe she’d have a good excuse to miss the meeting after all.

  The tow truck driver arrived at the same time as the fire department.

  “Kate,” the tow truck driver said.

  Peculiar, Texas was a small town, so they used the same companies a lot. Kate had already seen Lou twice this week.

  “Lou,” Kate said. “We have cargo in the trunk, so we need to turn the car over and retrieve it before you load up the car.”

  “Cargo? Meth? weapons?”

  “A body?” she said as if it were a question.

  “Fuck.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I said, too. Coroner is on his way, so as soon as we get the guy out, you can load the car.”

  “The guy?” Lou asked.

  “What kind of body did you think I meant?”

  “This keeps getting better and better.” Lou walked back to his truck.

  He talked to his partner, pointing to the car, then specifically at the trunk. The younger guy pulled the cable from the wench at the front of the truck and hooked it up to the frame of the overturned car, then stepped out of the way. Lou started the wench, pulling the car out of the ditch a little as it turned right side up.

  We should be so lucky as to have the trunk pop right open, Kate thought as the trunk looked jammed on one side. Kate swore the trunk had been opened more when the car was belly up. But just the one side had somehow lifted, probably from the way the car crashed.

  Kate offered, “We can pull out the back seat, and get to the trunk that way.”

  “This is easier than dragging a dead body through the car, and besides, we need to preserve the interior for evidence,” the coroner said.

  Kate startled at the sound of his voice, not having seen him arrive. She doubted there’d be enough evidence to help them, but who was she to say at this point? Then she went to the driver’s side of the car and pulled a glove from her pocket. She slipped the glove on and doing her best not to touch anything, she leaned in through the broken window. “Pull now,” she said as she pressed the trunk release button.

  The trunk popped open. Kate walked back to join the officers. They stood gawking at the man with the back of his head missing. She silently patted herself on the back for being smart enough to try the trunk release.

  Just like a lot of small towns, Peculiar had its share of drug problems, theft due to drug problems, and even a bit of prostitution, but murder rarely touched their town. Kate hadn’t seen a dead body in the line of duty, not like
this anyway. He had dark skin and a sleeve of tattoos on the arm she could see. The other arm tucked under him as he’d been folded and tucked into the trunk. His thin white cotton shirt had short sleeves and buttoned up the front. The fabric looked nicer than your average shirt, and she knew the jeans were expensive by the logo on the back pocket. Nothing you could buy around Peculiar.

  “What the hell is going on here?” Detective David Peebles asked.

  Kate wasn’t going to let this asshole, who couldn’t be bothered to get out of bed in a timely fashion, take control. He’d taken almost an hour to get there.

  “You live ten minutes away.” Kate looked at her watch. “It’s been an hour since you were called.”

  “Darby, I don’t need any lip from you. I was at the gym.” He pulled on gloves. “Tell you what, since you were here first, you’ll partner with me on this.”

  Kate shoved her hands in her pockets to keep herself from flipping him the bird. She wanted a CID position, so she needed to be civil. Mouthing off to a detective wasn’t going to help her cause.

  “Take it easy, Peebles, she’s my officer, not yours,” Sergeant Gwilly said.

  Kate turned to see Zane Gwilly walking up behind her. He never failed to make her heart smile when she saw him, even when she was mad at him. Gwilly stood six foot something, had the build of an athlete, and kept his head shaved bald. She loved the look, and how it fit his facial features, large eyes, bushy brows, a wide nose, and thick lips.

  “She’s the one who caught this case, Sergeant, it’s hers. I have a big case I’m working on, so she’ll have to follow through, along with CID.” Peebles pulled a wallet from the back pocket of the victim’s jeans.

  “I’ve got this, Zane,” Kate said.

  “Have you ever investigated a murder, Kate?” Zane asked.

  “You’re my sergeant; I think you know the answer.” Between Peebles and Gwilly, Kate’s anger came close to reaching a boiling point.

  Peebles handed Kate the wallet. “He’s all yours.”

  Kate opened the wallet. “Marco Lopez, age thirty-six.” She went on to read the address on the license.

  Johnson said, “It was his car.” He held up the registration he pulled from the glove compartment. “Wow, so the driver shot and killed the owner of the car, stuffed him in the trunk, stole the car, then gets pulled over by a cop. What made you pull him over, Darby?”

  “He rolled through a stop sign.”

  Johnson shook his head. “Moron.”

  Kate smirked at the irony. It only took a little over an hour, a dead man, and a runner to finally get the registration. If only she hadn’t lost sight of the car in the first place, they’d have the case wrapped up, and the driver in custody.

  “We’ll finish our investigation of the interior of the car back at the yard. I’ll have it dusted for prints and see what else we can find.” Peebles frowned. “Have you done the field inventory in the hour it took me to get here?” He looked pointedly at Kate.

  “Nothing to inventory. The car is spotless,” Johnson said.

  “Your shift is over. Let Detective Peebles do his job,” Zane said to Kate.

  Peebles raised his hands. “This is hers, Gwilly, I’ll be available for questions, but Kate’s got this.”

  Zane looked like that Marine you didn’t want to mess with. Kate knew first hand that he could be either a teddy bear or just a plain old bear, since he was also her ex-husband.

  “I can stay. Sleep is overrated,” Kate protested.

  “Yesterday, you said you had an appointment with an attorney. I doubt that was cancelled between last night when you told me and now.”

  Kate groaned. “I don’t even have time to go home to take a shower or change clothes.”

  “Glove up,” Peebles said.

  Kate showed her hands.

  Peebles handed her plastic number cards. “Get on it then.”

  In a small town, there wasn’t a specific crime scene unit. If a cop caught the call, it was his crime, his job to get the details on paper, in photos, and catalog the evidence. Of course, there was always at least one other officer, usually a superior, who assisted at the scene.

  Cards placed, photos taken, evidence gathered into evidence bags and logged, they all stood back for a breather. Kate felt a small thrill at the thought of solving her first homicide.

  Zane stepped up next to Kate. “Go. We’ll get everything under control here and you can come in early for your shift tonight.”

  “Aren’t you going home?” she asked.

  “I’ll see you tonight. Good luck today,” he said as he walked back to his car. He turned back to her. “You’ll have a lot of paperwork, so be prepared.”

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