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number. The sergeant seemed very surprised to hear from me.
"What the fuck you doing there tonight?" he roared. "We got it set up for
tomorrow night!"
"Like hell! Your man was here and now he's bleeding his guts out on the floor
upstairs. We were here, and so were the bastards and the girl. I called the
ambulance -- I can hear it coming now. We were set up, you son of a bitch!"
"Hey, man, take it easy! Yeah, it was on for tonight, but we got orders at roll
call direct from on high that it was off until tomorrow."
"Then you got a high leak who might just have gotten your man blown away. Patrol
units are just coming in the door now, along with the ambulance." I told the
floor and room number to them and they didn't wait, they went right up. "You
want a bad cop who's a cop killer, you find out who was on the other end of that
tactical phone number I called when this went down. You call Internal Affairs
and get them moving now! Either that or you retire before you find a hole in
you!"
They got the undercover man to the hospital, and he made it, minus one lung and
the use of his legs. They took the kid into Juvenile, and after a lot of
questioning "got much in the way of where the kids were being held and how it
all worked, but in spite of fast raids they came up short. The word was out and
everything had moved and dug
in. Internal Affairs finally traced the leak to a desk sergeant and his
girlfriend in Communications. I don't envy them their stay in New Jersey's
less-than-luxurious prison system, surrounded by folks who just love cops. At
the price of one good cop's lung and legs we got one of the kids back, and state
police finally nailed a bunch of small-fry and the photographer, but that was
that. The distributor's still in business, still living in a fancy Cherry Hill
home with the twin BMWs and the ideal American family, and somewhere the other
kids are still in hell. That's the way the business goes, and why I was more
than ready to quit it.
I found myself, at the end of that wild night, just sitting there on that creaky
couch in the lobby and trying not to think. Brandy came up behind me and began
massaging my shoulders. "Want to go get a drink?" she asked.
"Yeah. Any distilleries nearby?" I still looked like a bum and she looked like a
hooker, but there were several diners with bars attached in Camden where even
that wouldn't attract attention if you showed money, and she picked one.
"Who did you think you were up there?" I grumbled. "The Ebony Avenger or maybe
Super-girl? They pay cops to do that, and train them."
"I'm just now getting the shakes over it," she admitted. "Still, those cops they
pay weren't there, and that little girl and that undercover cop were. It just
sorta clicked and I didn't even do no thinking about it. The truth is, even
though I'm scared about it now, I really enjoyed it. I mean, I -- we -- saved two
lives tonight. That's more than I done in this job in all those years. I don't
know. Maybe I should just get my diploma and be a cop."
"It's just as boring as what you're doing, only it pays regular," I told her.
"For the pay and perks, though, you spend ninety percent of your time playing
politics or getting stepped on." I paused. "You did good tonight, kid, even if
you did scare me out of a year's growth and make the bald spot bigger."
"Huh? I did? Scare you, I mean? Why?"
" 'Cause you're one of the good guys in a world full of garbage," I responded.
"Maybe because you're making about thirty cents an hour out of my payoff fund