Chapter 5
“What happened?”
“I did,” Psycho sighed and rose to take their plates to the sink, then with his hand on the door to the refrigerator, he asked if he could get a bottle of water. He ended up getting two and settling back at the table.
“First, before I tell you what I did, I need to tell you about this,” he said as he rubbed the scar on his forehead. “Or at least the first part of it.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Remember I told you I had been in the Army, then I went to college, I got a degree in criminal justice, then became a cop. What I didn’t tell you was that before I started college, I was in a car accident, and I split my skull open.
Not my fault, I was hit by a drunk driver who happened to be trying to text while driving.
He walked away without a scratch. The only way to repair it, after the swelling went down, was to put in a plate.
It’s only about an inch and a half square, but it’s there.
I was fine, no mental damage, I aced my classes at school, went through police training, no problems. It didn’t stop me from living my life, just gave me a small scar that blended in with the wrinkles.
Then I got the job. Life was good. I took one day at a time, then the planning for that big event happened.
“While in the planning stages, both Flynn and Kessler were there, it was mentioned that maybe someone should try to become a member of the biker gang that was receiving, and pushing the drugs. I’m talking about ten million street value.”
“Holy shit that’s a lot of fucking shit to hit the streets.”
“Yeah, when no one did anything, I took it upon myself to become a member of their gang. They were amateurs compared to Devils Scorpions, it was easy to manipulate them so when the event happened, then everything should go smoothly with the arrests.”
They were both quiet for several minutes, and Petra sat forward to whisper, “What happened?”
“Because I was able to manipulate them, I was able to meet with the supplier. Behind these guy’s backs, I worked with her. Her father was a leader in a drug cartel in Columbia. He was so ruthless that he slowly, methodically killed off his biggest competition and combined the two cartels.”
“Not to sound like a broken record, but holy shit, we’re talking huge drug shipments?”
“Yes, by the time everything was counted after the arrests, street value was well over one hundred million.” He shook his head.
“I had a lot, and I mean a lot of irons in the fire. Not only did I meet with Carmen, the head drug cartel’s daughter, but I was also able to get proof of how Carmen wanted to take over for her father.
With the evidence I sent him, he contacted me, and we were working together. ”
“Wait,” Petra said with a shake of her head, and held up her hand. She started lowering fingers as she talked. “One, you were a cop, two, you were a patched member into this biker gang, three, you had the ear of the daughter of the drug lord, and four, you also had the ear of the actual drug lord?”
“Yes.”
“Did you sit in on the planning stages for this event?”
“Only when everyone was needed. It was mostly done by that first biker club I told you about, because the woman I pissed off by telling her that her brother was dead started dating the president of that club. Even Flynn and Kessler was left out of most of the planning. I believe that was because it was planned with military precision and the members were all former military. SEALs, and Marine Black-Ops.”
“Damn, that is a lot of irons in the fire. Did they ever cross one another?”
“Only once,” he said as he reached up and rubbed the scar in the center of his forehead. “I’m not proud of this, but I took a substantial amount of money from Carmen in order to do her bidding.”
“How substantial?”
“Let’s just say that I wouldn’t have ever had to work again another day in my life, but I’ll get to that.
Anyway, Carmen had some sort of beef with the woman I lied to.
She asked me to kidnap her from the woman’s locker room after her match and bring her to a certain location in the arena where the event was being held.
I did, while wearing the colors to the drug dealing biker gang. ”
“Shit, what happened?”
“When she realized it was me, she started to go ballistic, but Carmen’s father, the drug lord, arrived.
I had absolutely no clue that he was even in the States, let alone at the event.
He questioned her, the woman I had just kidnapped, and ended up backhanding her a couple of times.
I saw blood on her cheek, and it leaked from her eye.
Before I could do anything, Carmen stepped into the room. ”
“The daughter?”
“Yes, she didn’t say a word, just lifted her gun and fired three rounds into his chest. He fell, I dropped to feel for a pulse, and nothing.
As I slowly rose she pistol whipped the other woman, knocking her down, aimed her gun at me and fired.
” He again reached up and rubbed the scar in the center of his forehead. “That’s all I remember.”
“Damn, Psycho did the woman you kidnapped die?”
“No, during the time of our altercation, on the other side of the arena, I’m talking almost five hundred thousand square feet in the entire building, the drug deal was going down.
Guns were drawn, shots were fired, people were killed, others injured.
While all that was going down, Flynn and one of his flacky’s found us.
I was out cold, the drug lord lay dead, the woman I kidnapped, lay injured, and bleeding, and Carmen was gone.
They did a scoop and run of the victim, got her to the local hospital and came back for me.
No ambulance was called. We were carried in their cars and dumped at different hospitals.
I later learned they gave no instructions about me, but told the hospital to tell the woman that her entire family perished in the fire fight.
“Across town, at a different hospital where the ambulances took the wounded that hospital was told the same thing, they even had a news broadcast stating that members of that club perished.”
“Lies.”
“All of it. It took months, but they are back together again, married, and living happily ever after. The kicker?” He smirked and finished his bottle of water. “It took a couple of years, but it’s a doozy.”
“What?”
“That guy I told the woman that was dead? He is now married to my cousin, my only living blood relative I have on this earth. We are cousins, while he and the woman are blood siblings.”
Petra couldn’t help it, she started to giggle, which turned into a laugh, and it took several minutes before she could get herself under control. “Oh my god, that’s priceless. Do you see each other at holidays?”
“No,” Psycho said sadly as he shook his head. “When I left to go undercover with the Devil’s Scorpions I sold my house, and gave everything I owned, even a brand new Harley to my cousin. Oh, and remember that insane amount of money Carmen gave me to kidnap that woman?”
“Yes?”
“I gave it to my cousin. I learned a few weeks ago that she and her husband opened accounts for their children for college. She can’t have children, so they adopted.”
“That was nice of them.”
“It was, now I know they’re set for life, I can move onto my next mission, and that’s why I’m here.”
“Wait, you never said why Flynn and Kessler owe you.”
“Oh, remember when I said they found us and took us to the hospital?”
“Yes, what about it.”
“They left me there with a bullet hole in my head and took care of her.”
“They left you for dead?”
“Yes, by the time they returned, I was still breathing, they panicked and took me to a different hospital in a different county. I was a drive and dump.”
“What’s that?”
“They drove up to the emergency room, opened the back door, pushed me out, and drove off.”
“Holy shit, what happened next?”
“Hidden in my colors was my cop ID. The hospital called the locals, they came, took my prints, and realized I was who my identification said I was. I was already in a coma and by the time they contacted my cousin, several days had passed. They also realized I was a veteran, so they shipped me off to the nearest VA hospital. I was in a coma for months, and when I came to, I had absolutely no memory. Not even of my cousin, let alone my own name. She, my cousin, came every day to visit me, and eventually, I started to get better. It took two years, and when I remembered everything that had happened during that event, I was asked by both Flynn and Kessler to head out to the Devil’s Scorpions. ”
“Damn,” Petra said with a shake of her head. “That’s a tall tale.”
“It’s real,” he said as he pulled a card from his pocket. “Flynn gave me permission to give you this.”
“What is it?” Petra asked as she took the small piece of paper from him, opened it, and frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“That’s the case number of the event I just told you about with the drug lord and Carmen.
The bottom number is a one-time only clearance number.
If you access the file, you use that clearance number.
If you log out before reading everything, you can’t get back in.
It’s also safety protected so that no files can be printed.
It will not be redacted in anyway, so you will have access to names, dates, locations. ”
“Oh wow, I’ve never heard of that.”
“That’s because that case file I gave you is the unredacted one.
” He looked at his watch, sighed heavily, and pushed his chair back.
“I’ll give you twenty-four hours to read it.
Once you do, call me,” he said as he placed a business card on the table.
“I have a proposition for you, but I want you to be one hundred percent sure of me before you contact me. Having you read the case file is the only way.”
“Why me? What do you want me for?”
“Another undercover mission. That’s all I can say until you agree to help me.
As for you, I’m going to be brutally honest here Petra, you may run away screaming, but it’s the God’s honest truth.
” He held up his fingers with the Boy Scout sign.
“I fell for you while we were with the Devil’s Scorpions.
Hard. I never tried anything because I thought you were one of them, and not one of us.
It wasn’t until I read the arrest records a month later and didn’t find your name on anything that I went to Flynn.
He admitted that you were undercover as well.
I’ll tell you later, but there were others as well. ”
“Broken record again, but holy shit. I know I sound like a broken record with that phrase, but I can’t think of anything else to say. Your lucky, Psycho.”
“Why?”
“It’s the weekend and the only plans I had was to do some housework and go get groceries.”
“Hold off on that,” he said as he pulled his wallet, withdrew some money, and tossed it on the table.
“Order in, you’re not going to want to go anywhere once you open that file.
Oh, and Petra,” he said as he waited for her to look at him.
When she did, he nodded. “No written notes.” He tapped the side of his head. “Memory only.”
“Got it,” Petra nodded. “One question.”
“What’s that?”
“Does what I’m about to read have anything to do with why you want me to work undercover with you now?”
“No, I’ll explain when you contact me. It’s all on the up and up, I swear, and Flynn and Kessler are about eighty percent on board.”
“Why only eighty percent.”
“I’ll tell you when you contact me.” He grinned then leaned down and kissed the side of her head.
“Until later.” He turned on his heel and strode to the door.
Once there, with his hand on the knob, he turned back to her with a grin.
“Keep the pizza, I know how much you love cold pizza, and lock up after I leave.” He stepped out, then knocked on the door and opened it to stick his head in. “Lock up.”
“Yes, Sir,” she gave him a salute as she hurried to the door, shoving it closed in his face and grinned from her side of it when she heard him laugh.
She locked it, then slid to the floor, hugging herself, trying to make heads or tails of what had just transpired.
With a shake of her head, she rushed to pick up from their dinner, and after grabbing another bottle of water, she headed to her office.
It took twenty minutes to do what she needed before she sat down, fired up the computer, and put in the numbers Psycho had given her, then started reading.
Six hours later, Petra sat back with her hands on the back of her neck and stretched.
“Holy shit,” she whispered into the darkened room, only lit by the computer screen.
She glanced at the bottom corner and saw it was after two in the morning.
She shook her head as she closed all the tabs, and then finally the laptop.
To say her brain was in overload with all the information would be an understatement.
If this report had been made into a movie for TV, she never would have believed in the plot line.
It was a great plot, but she didn’t think it could have happened in real life, now she wasn’t so sure.
Instead of calling Psycho now, she decided to wait and let what she read sink in for a few hours.
By the time she made it to the bed, exhaustion hit, and she was out before her head even hit the pillow.