“Or a good husband, or loyal, or anything worthwhile. You’re truly a miracle Anthony Lino. You don’t have even one redeeming quality.”
Not to be outdone, he counters with this. “Do you remember those, “most interesting man in the world” commercials?”
“Yeah. I remember them. Why?” She asked.
“Because, you spoiled mafia brat; redeeming qualities were never what made him interesting.”
Chapter Seven: Car 54 where are you?
“Toody and Muldoon” as Tony called them, AKA, Officers Steve MyCoy and Hank Summers were two city uniformed patrolmen that were firmly in the hip pocket of the Lino Crime Family.
When Tony Lino barked, it was often times that the corrupt cops were the ones who bit.
Although they had both been officers for decades, they never advanced past the rank of patrolman as neither wanted to give up the lucrative deal that they had going with the Lino Crime Family and they saw promotion as a possible hindrance to that alliance as it might take them off the street and separate them.
“Jesus on a fish hook! Did Tony really get me out of a warm bed for this?” Summers asked mostly rhetorically.
“Give the guy a break Hank.” McCoy said to him. “His little black…errr, excuse me, his little “African American” hot piece of ass is in distress so it’s us to the rescue.”
“Boy would I love to put her little that sexy ass of hers in distress!” Hank Summers said. “But I don’t shit where I eat. And I sure as hell don’t fuck around with the boss’ mistress.”
“Me neither. I sort of need my life and crossing Lino could be hazardous to one’s health and financial well being.” Steve McCoy added.
“Hey Steve, remember that night we set up that fake sting outside of that black sorority gala and we got to double team that hot black atty in order for her to keep from going to jail on a DWI?”
“Do I?” Summers said as he grabbed his cock. “I still jerk off thinking about that lusciously tight asshole of hers to this day.”
“I ran into her in court a few years after that. I guess we had really did a number on her. She had transformed from a beautiful and demure ebony debutante into loud angry militant BLM defending social justice warrior.
I always wondered if it had anything to do with our “time” together in the backseat of the patrol car.”
“So where is this guy supposed to be?” Summers asked. “I don’t want to be out here all night on a witch hunt.”
“He’s supposed to be at the bus…wait, there he is right there.” McCoy said as he pointed to Calvin Jefferson.
“Is he sleeping? We got woken up for this? The guy is a bum.”
“Still. Better safe than sorry you know? After Bingo got clipped, Tony is a bit on edge and with good reason. Whoever did him was a true professional. It could be this guy here, being sent to send a message to the Lino’s.”
“Well, if that’s the case, shouldn’t we call for backup?”
“Sigh, come on you wimp. Let’s go earn our salary.” McCoy says as he puts the car in park and exits. “Keep it holstered but stay loose.”
They reach the snoozing man and Summers kicks his feet to arouse him.
“Hey! Wake up! This ain’t no flop house.”
Calvin groggily opens his eyes.He meant to only rest his eyes for a few moments; he was unaware that he had dozed off. It was ironically the best few moments of nightmare free sleep he had enjoyed in years.
When he came to himself fully, he recognized the blue uniforms of authority. He wasn’t sure of what would happen next. But he willed himself to remain calm and try to deescalate the situation if need be through compliance.
“I apologize sirs.” He said as he fixed his eyes on both. “I must have been more tired than I thought.”
“Are you under the influence of any drugs or alcohol?”
“No sir.”
“The what the fuck are you doing out here?”
“I had not long ago got off work and…”
“From where?”
Calvin looked down at the smock he was still wearing in much the same fashion he had done so when Tiffany had asked him a similar question a day earlier.
He thought of all the smartass ways he could respond to such a dumb question, but instead, opted to simply answer the question asked.
“I work at the mini mart across the street.”
“Well, again, this isn’t a Motel 6, it’s a fucking bus stop. On top of that, the bus doesn’t start running for another hour. We got a call about a strange man in this area and you fit the general description.” Summers told him.
“I’m sure that I do.” He answered sarcastically. “So, what do you need me to do?”
“Let’s start with some ID.”
Calvin slowly reached into his pocket and then realized that the only “ID” he had was his Department of Defense card which he hated showing to anyone.
“I’m sorry officer. I don’t have it on me.”
“That’s it. Stand up!” McCoy barked. “Now turn around.”
Calvin complied and then asked. “Am I really going to jail? On what charge?”
The only response he got was a taser in the back which painfully caused him to stagger to his knees.
From her apartment window, Tiffany watches the scene play out. She felt pleased with its progression until Calvin had turned around and she saw who she had sic-ed the law on and what they had just done.
“What is this guy made of?” An astonished Hank Summers asked. “This fucking thing barely fazed him.”
“Look at the back of his neck!” McCoy said excitedly. “I’ve seen that tattoo before. It looks like a bar code or some shit. This guy was in The Phantom Squad.”
“The what?”
“It’s that real elite bunch of military commandos. They take all of the best from all branches of the special forces to train and learn each other’s tactics and form this special fighting unit. No wonder he barely felt the taser, he’s probably trained to withstand torture.”
“No shit? Well we’d better hit him again then. For our own safety…”
“Wait stop! I made a mistake. An approaching Tiffany frantically shouted. She was so unnerved by what her own actions had caused until she ran outside barefoot, clad in no more than a towel.
The sight of the buxom half naked honey skinned woman momentarily distracted both cops.
Which gave Calvin the opening he needed as he caught the lanky Summers by the ankle and tripped him and quickly grabbed his firearm as he fell backwards onto his head, and before the squat McCoy could react, he back kicked him in the groin and as the man went down to his knees in pain, Calvin put the service weapon of Hank Summers to the head of his partner.
“Now just…take it easy.” Summers said.
“Shut the fuck up!” Calvin snapped as he relived McCoy of his weapon as well. “Give me your radio.”
“What?” The officer asked.
“If I say it again, then you’d better plan on getting the bagpipes and the twenty one gun salute ready for this fat sack of shit here. Now, give me your radio.”
“Please, don’t do this.” Tiffany said through tears. The guilt she felt was palpable. She knew at that moment that her own prejudices had just ruined this man’s life. A man who was doing nothing more than trying to get home from work.
“You called them?” Calvin asked her. “You called them on me? Why?”
“I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.” She said. “But please. Don’t make it worse.”
Calvin ignored her and took the radio. “To whomever is listening. My name is Calvin Jefferson. I just disarmed two cops that jumped me at a but stop for no reason. I have a gun to the head of one of them. Send a supervisor out and I’ll surrender quietly without any other incidents.”