by Claire Adams
"Damn. Damn it! These scumbags!" I barked.
"I know. I know," Ben agreed.
"Do we at least have the phone with the evidence on it?"
Ben sighed and shook his head. "No. The dealer got away with it. We've got nothing."
"What about the kids who were buying the drugs? Surely, they saw something? They must know who this dealer is, where to find him. Was it Mr. Mask himself, or just one of his lackeys?"
"The buyers fled the scene. Kendrick says he recognized them. They are students at our school, but older than him. He says he knows everyone in his grade. But he doesn't know their names, so we're going to have to get some yearbooks to him in the hospital so he can look through the photos and ID the kids who were involved. As for the dealer, it didn't sound like Mr. Mask. From the description, it could well be an accomplice of his."
I could sense that Ben didn't want to go too in-depth with this, at least not with this cop present. Maybe he thought we would get into trouble because of our little "independent" investigation we were conducting on the side, or maybe he just didn't trust this cop. Either way, I decided not to push the issue for the moment. Instead, I decided to see what I could find out about this cop.
"So, Captain Smith," I said to him. "What are your thoughts on this? You got any leads?"
He frowned. "Right now, until we have an official statement from the witness and positive ID on the kids who were buying the drug, there isn't much I can do."
"Official statement? But what about everything Ben just said?" I asked.
"Kendrick said that stuff to me," interjected Ben.
"So? Why does that matter?" I glanced back at Ben, noting the expression on his face before returning my attention to the cop before me.
"We need to get an official statement on paper from your witness. Until then, this is all hearsay, and we can't act on hearsay," Smith said.
I stared at him coolly for a few minutes, quietly assessing him.
"Alright, Captain Smith," I said coldly. "Well, don't worry, you'll have our full cooperation with everything in this investigation."
"Good," he replied. I detected a hint of latent aggression in his tone. "Because we expect nothing less from you."
"Don't worry, Smith. We want to catch these guys just as badly as you do," I assured him.
"Excellent. Well then, gentlemen, I'll be on my way. If you have any leads, and when your witness is ready to make an official statement, get hold of me." He handed us each a business card.
"We will," I said. "We will. Goodbye Captain Smith."
"See you later, gentlemen."
He stuck his hands in his pockets and strolled casually off. When he was out of earshot, I turned to speak to Ben.
"Something doesn't seem quite right with that cop," I remarked.
"You're telling me, Ev. He's done nothing useful for the whole six or seven months he's been on this case."
I raised an eyebrow. "That's how long he's been working this case, and nothing has come of it?"
Ben shook his head. "Nothing at all."
"That seems a little too suspicious to me. We've got these dealers selling to kids in the open, operating brazenly in this area, selling a life-threateningly dangerous drug – and this guy isn't doing anything about it?"
"He's not doing much at all. That's why we needed to get someone like you in on this," Ben reminded me.
I nodded. "I understand. Yeah, I get it now... Look, I'm not making an official accusation or anything, but do you think he might be working with the dealers? Taking bribes to look the other way? Getting kickbacks from their profits in exchange for protection."
Ben scratched his chin. "It's a definite possibility. I don't know how else to explain his inaction or his lack of interest."
"Well then, we better not let him know that we're investigating this on our own," I added.
"No... but word is gonna get out that we are. Maybe he already knows."
"Maybe he does. Regardless, we have to keep our involvement under wraps as much as we can, at least until we've got something the cops can charge these guys with. You know, hard evidence, stuff that can't 'get lost' in a police station."
"I agree,” Ben stated. “But Mr. Mask, if he is working with Captain Smith, he's gonna tell him about you and me. He knows we're on his tail, and he's gonna want all the protection he can get."
I wondered if Ben had any idea what had happened last night.
"Ben, did Panetti message you last night?"
He looked surprised. "No, I didn't hear anything from him. Why? What happened?"
I let out a long, slow sigh.
"There was some, uh, drama last night."
"Drama? How so? What happened?" Ben asked.
"Panetti messaged me about a deal that was about to go down. Said I had a good chance of catching Mr. Mask. I just assumed that he’d told you as well – I guess he hadn't, though. And I was an idiot – I didn't bring my phone with me. I got so caught up in things that I raced off to the place and left my phone behind."
"Where was this?" Ben questioned.
"The same apartment building we scoped out."
"Ah, alright. And what happened there?"
"I uh, I got shot…by Mr. Mask," I informed him.
Ben's jaw dropped with surprise. "You what? You got shot?!"
I nodded. "I was lucky. It’s just a flesh wound. I have a friend who is a, well, a vet."
"You mean someone who works on dogs and cats? That kinda vet?" he posed.
"That kinda vet, yeah. He stitched up the wound."
"Everett, you didn't go to a hospital?! Are you crazy?! You let a freakin' vet see to something as serious as a freakin' gunshot wound?!"
"Relax, Ben. Like I said, it wasn't a serious wound. Look at me; I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about?! Listen to you man! Now we’re getting shot at? I’d say that's plenty to worry about! I want to stop these guys, don't get me wrong, but I don't want to get killed doing it. I don't know, Everett, I don't know. Maybe we should rethink this. We aren't cops, and we aren’t trained soldiers. And this seems to be turning into a war zone. Maybe, maybe we're getting in over our heads here."
"Ben, if we don't stop these guys, who will? Look at Captain Smith! He's not going to do a damn thing about this. Hell, it's obvious he's likely in on the whole thing! He doesn't want to catch these guys. Look, I understand you might be scared. I mean, sure, any reasonable person would be. And... and I understand if you want to bow out now. There's no shame in that. You're right; you're not a soldier, you're not a cop. And yes, we're in way deeper now than we thought we would be. But me? I'm not giving up. I'm not going to allow this Mr. Mask scumbag and his henchmen to walk all over us, to ruin the lives of the kids at JFK High. If Captain Smith isn't going to do anything about it, well, someone has to. And that someone is gonna be me. I won't sit back and watch these guys destroy so many young lives. I don't care what the risk is to myself; I won't sit back and let it happen."
Ben nodded, his jaw tightening with determination and new courage flaring up in his eyes.
"And that's why we got you here," he said with quiet determination. "That's why we got you here. You're right. We're the only ones who can do this. And we have to do it. We have to save these kids and stop these bastards. I'm sorry for being a coward. I'm with you all the way, Ev…all the way."
I put my arm around his shoulder and gave him a reassuring squeeze.
"You're no coward, Ben. Not at all. You're braver than many men who carry guns every day. I guarantee you that."
"Thanks, I appreciate you saying that. I just want to do what's right, you know?"
"I know, I know. We're both on the same page," I told him.
"Well, what did you find out last night then – besides how it feels to get shot?"
I chuckled dryly. "Yeah, that wasn’t my favorite part of the evening. The dealer in the building, I saw him hand over a big briefcase filled with a ton of cash to Mr. Mask
who, in turn, handed him a bag full of drugs. I wanted to kick myself; if I had caught that on camera, it would have been the hard evidence we need. Unfortunately, I didn't – and that's when I got shot."
"Well, you must have at least spooked them. Now they know we're aware of where they're dealing from."
"I figured that much. They're going to move their operation elsewhere for sure."
He nodded, frowning. "Yeah, one step forward, two or three steps back."
"Remember, we still have Panetti informing for us, though. He'll be able to help us find out where these guys have gone."
"And now we have more leads if Kendrick can help us ID the kids who were buying here at the school earlier," Ben added.
"Yeah. We'd better get to the hospital to see how he's doing."
"We'd better do that, yeah. Maybe we'll be able to get there before he goes into surgery. I'll get the yearbooks, you drive."
"Sounds like a plan."
Chapter Fifteen
Vivienne
I watched Everett go with a mixture of sadness and pride. Obviously, I wasn't pleased that our time together had been interrupted, but I knew it was for a good reason. And seeing the determination on his face when he talked about catching the drug dealers made me feel proud of him, proud to have a noble, honorable man like him in my life.
I also felt guilty about misjudging him before, about making assumptions and thinking that he’d ditched me and stood me up to go drinking with his friend. Now that I knew the truth, I felt bad.
I'd been only too happy to volunteer to help him with Jane if he needed me to. He had a lot on his plate at the moment, and I wanted to do what I could to help ease the burden.
I really felt like talking to someone about all of this, so I decided to call up Kerry to see how things were going. The thought of calling Angie to see how she fared with that guy last night did cross my mind as well, but I figured she might be pretty hungover after all the drinking she had been doing. I shot Kerry a text to see if she had time for quick a Skype session. Seeing her face when we talked always made it feel like she wasn’t so far away. She immediately returned my text, and so I made my way to my laptop and booted up my computer.
"Hey girl!" I said as she answered.
"Hey there, Viv," she replied, smiling. I turned my webcam on so that she could see me, too.
"Wow," she remarked. "You're looking happy! What's going on?"
I chuckled and blushed a little.
"I know that look. It's a guy, isn't it?" she continued.
"Yeah, it's a guy."
She beamed a broad ear-to-ear grin at me. "It's that hot guy from across the street, am I right?"
I nodded, and couldn't help beaming out a huge smile myself.
"Wow, Viv! What was his name again? He was that high school principal guy, right?"
"Everett. Everett James."
"Ooh, that's a sexy-sounding name."
"Yeah, well it fits then because he’s sexy as hell," I informed her.
"Well go on! Don't hold back, give me all of the juicy details!"
"I don't know about juicy, but there are plenty of details. Remember I told you I babysat his kid?"
"Yeah, I do."
"She's such a little cutie pie, seriously."
"You told me that already. I want the details about the dad. And what about her mom? Did you find out anything about that?"
"I did. Seems her mom was...well, she was an alcoholic, apparently. She walked out on him and Jane."
"What?! Wow, she must be one cold-hearted bitch. No way I could ever leave my kids," Kerry stated adamantly.
"Right? Well anyway, as horrible as that is, at least Jane has a loving father."
"I guess. So, what have you and he been doing? Details, remember?" she teased.
"Well, we were supposed to go on a date last night, but he, uh, he stood me up – kinda."
"Say what? What kinda decent guy stands a girl up on the first date? And if that’s the case, why the hell are you smiling like that?"
"No, no, it was just a big mix-up. He got an emergency call and had to leave 15 minutes before our date started. And he forgot his phone, so he couldn't call and let me know about it."
"Hmm. What kind of problems does a high school principal have that are emergencies on a Friday night?" Kerry asked.
"Actually, there's some pretty serious stuff going on at his school. There's a massive drug problem."
"Well…shouldn’t the cops be handling that?"
"He’s very involved. That’s all I know. And then his daughter got sick, and he had to rush her to the hospital."
"Okay, that's a legit reason…and terrible. How is she?"
"She'll be okay, but they are keeping her to get the meds in her through an IV. He and I got to spend some time together this morning. He brought me flowers to apologize, then we chatted a lot, and uh..."
Kerry gave me a knowing glare. "And uh what? Spill it!"
"He kissed me," I admitted.
"And?! How was it?!"
"It was...yeah. Let's just say he's a really, really good kisser."
"Judging by the look on your face, I bet he is! And, what else? Are there any other juicy details I need to know about?"
I laughed. "No, nothing else you need to know. But he is going to take me on another date – and this one he won't stand me up for."
"He'd better not! A guy should only get one free pass when it comes to stuff like that."
"Oh, believe me, he knows; he knows."
"Well, I'm really happy for you," she said, smiling. "I mean, it's been so long since you've, you know...since there's been a man in your life; and this one, he sounds like a decent guy."
"He really is, Kerry. At least that's the impression I have of him."
"Well, I hope your impression is accurate. I seriously do. So, when do Carl and I get to meet this hunk, huh?"
"Let's not move too fast now!" I said with a laugh. "But, you know you guys are welcome here anytime."
"I wouldn't mind getting down there for a weekend, actually. Maybe we'll make a plan to come down soon."
Despite the light-hearted nature of our conversation, something more serious was gnawing at the back of my mind, and I had to ask Kerry about it.
"Kerry, did Carl hear anything else about Simon's whereabouts?" I asked.
She frowned and shook her head.
"No, I'm afraid not. He really has gone off the radar. Carl has been calling people and looking online, but I don't know...it's like he's just vanished into thin air."
Worry and anxiety began to gnaw increasingly at my insides.
"I really hope he... you know, he hasn't..."
"He hasn't found you, Viv. Trust me. You're safe there. He might be smart, but we've taken every precaution we can to make sure you're hidden and safe."
"I just know how determined and persistent he is, Kerry. He's obsessed; he's not going to just give up."
"Look, don't worry too much about it, Viv. Carl's on it, and we will find Simon eventually, I promise you that. And besides, you're living a whole new life now. You're in a place where nobody from your past knows you, where—"
"Actually, there is someone from my past here," I said, interrupting her.
"Wait, what?! Who?!"
"I bumped into Angie Wells here."
"Angie Wells, from high school?"
"Yep, that Angie Wells."
"Wow... and she recognized you?"
"She did. She even called me by my old name."
"You did correct her, right? And tell her about the Simon thing, and why you need to maintain a high degree of secrecy and privacy?"
"I told her. She knows, and she understands. She's not going to go around announcing that she's hanging out with Alicia from high school."
"Wow... it's weird to hear you say your old name like that."
"I know... and it was even weirder to hear it shouted across a crowded bar, totally unexpectedly."
"Damn, that's how it ha
ppened?"
"Yeah, that's how it happened. We—"
Our conversation was interrupted by my phone ringing. I picked up the phone and saw a number on the screen that I didn't recognize.
"Oh, hang on, Kerry, I need to get this; it might be Everett calling about Jane."
"Sure thing," Kerry replied.
I answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Miss Vivienne Andrews?"
"Speaking, yes. Who is this, may I ask?"
"I'm Lieutenant Todd, Irvine Police Department."
A sudden jolt of uneasiness blasted through me; what if something had happened to Everett? What if the drug dealers had shot him again? What if... no, even if something had happened, they wouldn't be calling me.
"Good evening, Lieutenant, what is this about?"
"You are the proprietor of ABC Daycare, correct?"
"I am, yes."
"You might want to come down here, Miss Andrews."
"Um, can I ask why?" My daycare was closed on weekends, so I knew there wasn't an issue with a child or one of my staff. So, why on earth would the police be there?
"There's been a break-in. Our guess is that it happened last night sometime. A passer-by saw that one of the windows had been smashed and that it looked like someone had forcibly entered the building. They called us and reported it, and we went to investigate, and we can confirm that the building has indeed been broken into. We need you to come here and check the situation out, and see if anything of value has been stolen. Also, uh, the intruder left a message. Our guess is it's not for you, but maybe when you see it, it'll ring a bell. It might be meant for someone who works here. You're going to have to come see it, and we'll have to ask you some questions about it. Are you able to come down here now?"
"I am, yes. I'll be there shortly."
"We'll be waiting for you, Miss Andrews."
"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'll see you soon."
We said our goodbyes, and I put my phone back in my handbag and stared at the screen with an expression of shock splayed across my face.
"What's wrong, Viv?" asked Kerry, sounding worried.
"Someone... someone broke into my daycare last night."
"What?! Why? Who would break into a daycare?"