XVI. COPS & ROBBERS
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HOLLY THE HO TAKES ON HPD
KRIS THE CABBIE PLAYS TRIGGERMAN
Gunfight At The Ohana Corral?
(Part Sixteen; Part One is HERE.)
Holly ripped open one of her big cardboard storage boxes in the back seat of Kris's cab. She dug around and pulled out an old but well-oiled stainless steel snub-nose Smith & Wesson .38-caliber Chief's Special six-shot revolver, still in its' case. She took it out of the case and checked the safety, and then checked that it was, in fact, loaded. She handed it to Kris grip-first and he took it. He examined as Holly had, sniffing at it. No scent of gunpowder, just gun oil. He handed it back to her.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It was my grandfather's, the Chief's."
"He was HPD, too?"
"No, on the Big Island."
"So, why'd he give you a gun?"
"For protection."
"You ever use it?"
"Once. I practiced, too. He took me to the pistol range, couple times. I know how to handle a gun. Better watch out." She smiled her beautiful smile.
"Who'd you shoot?"
"My father."
"You missed?"
"No. I never miss. He survived."
"So, why don't you just shoot him again, yourself?"
"If he sees me, he'll shoot first. I'd never get close enough."
"Wow. Thanksgiving must have been interesting at your house."
"We never had a real Thanksgiving. Just extra beatings for me and my Mom and my brother. Then extra rapings."
"So, your father actually raped you?"
"He's my step-father, really, but, yeah. Ever since I was real little."
"Can you prove that?"
"How? Who's gonna listen? He's a cop. He can do anything he wants, never gets arrested! He got drunk and killed a guy with his car, and they charged the dead guy, not my father!"
"Doesn't sound like the kinda guy you want to mess with. So, you never reported him?"
"I tried, many times. Nothing happened. He got me locked up in a mental institution on the Mainland for a while, private kine. They never examined me for rape. Everybody just thinks I'm crazy. But I'm not. He raped me. A lot."
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"I want to go back to his house and wait for him. Then I want you to shoot him for me."
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Because you love me."
"Who says I love you?"
"You don't love me?"
"Maybe. But that doesn't mean I'm going to kill somebody I don't even know."
"Go back there, then. I'll kill him. I'll never be able to sleep or eat or live like a human being unless I stop him. He's after me all the time. I see him in my nightmares. He's never going to leave me alone. That girl back there was my best friend in high school. Now he's banging her, and she hates me. He's the Devil. You don't see that? You want to help me get straight? Then just take me back there. If you're too scared, I'll do it. And if he kills me instead, you can be the witness. Can you do even that little thing for me?"
"Just calm down."
"I'm not calming down! I gotta do something! You made me, you made me see that! Take me back or I'll walk back!"
"OK, I'll drive by and we'll see if he's there. Then we'll decide what to do. OK?"
"OK, OK!"
Kris turned the Cadillac around and headed back towards Holly's father's house. There were no new cars there when he cruised by. The carport light was still on, but no one was outside. Kris passed the house and turned into the dark Aikane Shopping center across the way. He parked next to another car in the deserted parking lot, pulling back from it so that it partially obscured the view of them from Holly's father's house, but still allowed them to see very well and keep watch on the house across the wide intersection. Kris turned off his engine, shutting off the lights and keeping the windows rolled up except for cracking the rear driver's side window slightly.
"So? What we gonna do now?"
"Wait."
They sat there for almost twenty minutes before a big SUV with a blue police light on top pulled into Holly's father's carport.
"Is that him?"
"I don't know. That's a new car, if it is. He gets a new one every year, though. It looks like his old one, but different."
"Here, give me the gun."
"You gonna shoot him for me?" She handed him the gun.
"We don't even know if it's him."
A man in uniform got out of the SUV. Holly started out of the cab, whispering, "Come on, it's him!"
"Get back in the car! If he sees you, he'll just start shooting, right?"
"Yeah. I guess so. Sh*t!" She got back in the cab.
"Just wait a minute. Be quiet. Stay still. Don't draw his attention over here."
The man in uniform walked out into the street and looked both ways. He took out his police radio and spoke into it. Maile, his new girlfriend, came out of the house in her flimsy nightgown. She embraced the cop, but he pushed her away. She shouted something at him, and he hauled off and belted her good, knocking her to the ground. She cried out and ran back into the house. Kris got out of the cab, holding the gun to his side.
"See, I told you! He hit me like that all the f**king time! Look, look at this scar I got on my scalp from him hitting me! Look at these burn marks in my armpit! You think I could do that to myself? Now you believe me?"
At the moment, all Kris could think of was his own childhood. Yes, there had to be payment. Always. Payment in full. Forever. Just then, three regular patrol cars, blue & whites pulled up in front of Holly's father's house. Showdown.
[ PART SEVENTEEN TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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HOLLY THE HO TAKES ON HPD
KRIS THE CABBIE PLAYS TRIGGERMAN
Gunfight At The Ohana Corral?
(Part Sixteen; Part One is HERE.)
Holly ripped open one of her big cardboard storage boxes in the back seat of Kris's cab. She dug around and pulled out an old but well-oiled stainless steel snub-nose Smith & Wesson .38-caliber Chief's Special six-shot revolver, still in its' case. She took it out of the case and checked the safety, and then checked that it was, in fact, loaded. She handed it to Kris grip-first and he took it. He examined as Holly had, sniffing at it. No scent of gunpowder, just gun oil. He handed it back to her.
"Where'd you get that?"
"It was my grandfather's, the Chief's."
"He was HPD, too?"
"No, on the Big Island."
"So, why'd he give you a gun?"
"For protection."
"You ever use it?"
"Once. I practiced, too. He took me to the pistol range, couple times. I know how to handle a gun. Better watch out." She smiled her beautiful smile.
"Who'd you shoot?"
"My father."
"You missed?"
"No. I never miss. He survived."
"So, why don't you just shoot him again, yourself?"
"If he sees me, he'll shoot first. I'd never get close enough."
"Wow. Thanksgiving must have been interesting at your house."
"We never had a real Thanksgiving. Just extra beatings for me and my Mom and my brother. Then extra rapings."
"So, your father actually raped you?"
"He's my step-father, really, but, yeah. Ever since I was real little."
"Can you prove that?"
"How? Who's gonna listen? He's a cop. He can do anything he wants, never gets arrested! He got drunk and killed a guy with his car, and they charged the dead guy, not my father!"
"Doesn't sound like the kinda guy you want to mess with. So, you never reported him?"
"I tried, many times. Nothing happened. He got me locked up in a mental institution on the Mainland for a while, private kine. They never examined me for rape. Everybody just thinks I'm crazy. But I'm not. He raped me. A lot."
"So, what do you want to do now?"
"I want to go back to his house and wait for him. Then I want you to shoot him for me."
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Because you love me."
"Who says I love you?"
"You don't love me?"
"Maybe. But that doesn't mean I'm going to kill somebody I don't even know."
"Go back there, then. I'll kill him. I'll never be able to sleep or eat or live like a human being unless I stop him. He's after me all the time. I see him in my nightmares. He's never going to leave me alone. That girl back there was my best friend in high school. Now he's banging her, and she hates me. He's the Devil. You don't see that? You want to help me get straight? Then just take me back there. If you're too scared, I'll do it. And if he kills me instead, you can be the witness. Can you do even that little thing for me?"
"Just calm down."
"I'm not calming down! I gotta do something! You made me, you made me see that! Take me back or I'll walk back!"
"OK, I'll drive by and we'll see if he's there. Then we'll decide what to do. OK?"
"OK, OK!"
Kris turned the Cadillac around and headed back towards Holly's father's house. There were no new cars there when he cruised by. The carport light was still on, but no one was outside. Kris passed the house and turned into the dark Aikane Shopping center across the way. He parked next to another car in the deserted parking lot, pulling back from it so that it partially obscured the view of them from Holly's father's house, but still allowed them to see very well and keep watch on the house across the wide intersection. Kris turned off his engine, shutting off the lights and keeping the windows rolled up except for cracking the rear driver's side window slightly.
"So? What we gonna do now?"
"Wait."
They sat there for almost twenty minutes before a big SUV with a blue police light on top pulled into Holly's father's carport.
"Is that him?"
"I don't know. That's a new car, if it is. He gets a new one every year, though. It looks like his old one, but different."
"Here, give me the gun."
"You gonna shoot him for me?" She handed him the gun.
"We don't even know if it's him."
A man in uniform got out of the SUV. Holly started out of the cab, whispering, "Come on, it's him!"
"Get back in the car! If he sees you, he'll just start shooting, right?"
"Yeah. I guess so. Sh*t!" She got back in the cab.
"Just wait a minute. Be quiet. Stay still. Don't draw his attention over here."
The man in uniform walked out into the street and looked both ways. He took out his police radio and spoke into it. Maile, his new girlfriend, came out of the house in her flimsy nightgown. She embraced the cop, but he pushed her away. She shouted something at him, and he hauled off and belted her good, knocking her to the ground. She cried out and ran back into the house. Kris got out of the cab, holding the gun to his side.
"See, I told you! He hit me like that all the f**king time! Look, look at this scar I got on my scalp from him hitting me! Look at these burn marks in my armpit! You think I could do that to myself? Now you believe me?"
At the moment, all Kris could think of was his own childhood. Yes, there had to be payment. Always. Payment in full. Forever. Just then, three regular patrol cars, blue & whites pulled up in front of Holly's father's house. Showdown.
[ PART SEVENTEEN TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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