Conversations with Bad men
Vernon Graham squinted in the dark he hated late night meetings, it was cold and damp, he hated cold and damp, made his bones ache. The man he was meeting was late and had added an unfortunate wrinkle to their operation, the purpose of this meeting by moonlight, in a cold damp waterfront warehouse, was the solution of said wrinkle. Graham jumped a little as heard a car door slam suddenly in the darkness, he must be losing his edge, he thought. He had not heard the car roll up.
"Vernon, I'm sorry I'm late I got held up at the precinct."
"Mr. Graham, you weasel. Graham barked at Leon Weller, don't make presumptions you're not entitled to. You are a glorified lackey."
" Mr. Graham, Sorry sir." Weller replied nervously.
" What is going on Weller?"
" I've just been assigned a new partner, Veronica Welkes. I need to know what to do about her." Weller answered obediently.
" Don't worry about Ms.Welkes, she is not going to be a problem, she has a rather colorful history with the San Diego P.D. Has a bit of a temper it seems, beat a suspect within an inch of his life a couple of times. She may have even murdered a suspect in cold blood, I'm having that checked on as we speak." Graham filled in Weller on his new partner who was worse than he was. So far Weller had never personally killed anybody.
" How do you know all this I just met her today , I didn't even know she was coming." Weller asked incredulous over the amount of information Graham had already.
" You are not the only cop on my payroll Mr. Weller." Vernon said dismissively, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. " If Ms. Welkes did indeed kill a suspect then got away from it I don't see a problem getting her to join our little endeavor. Here, he said handing him a letter envelope thick with cash. Now get out of my sight."
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Vernon Graham squinted in the dark he hated late night meetings, it was cold and damp, he hated cold and damp, made his bones ache. The man he was meeting was late and had added an unfortunate wrinkle to their operation, the purpose of this meeting by moonlight, in a cold damp waterfront warehouse, was the solution of said wrinkle. Graham jumped a little as heard a car door slam suddenly in the darkness, he must be losing his edge, he thought. He had not heard the car roll up.
"Vernon, I'm sorry I'm late I got held up at the precinct."
"Mr. Graham, you weasel. Graham barked at Leon Weller, don't make presumptions you're not entitled to. You are a glorified lackey."
" Mr. Graham, Sorry sir." Weller replied nervously.
" What is going on Weller?"
" I've just been assigned a new partner, Veronica Welkes. I need to know what to do about her." Weller answered obediently.
" Don't worry about Ms.Welkes, she is not going to be a problem, she has a rather colorful history with the San Diego P.D. Has a bit of a temper it seems, beat a suspect within an inch of his life a couple of times. She may have even murdered a suspect in cold blood, I'm having that checked on as we speak." Graham filled in Weller on his new partner who was worse than he was. So far Weller had never personally killed anybody.
" How do you know all this I just met her today , I didn't even know she was coming." Weller asked incredulous over the amount of information Graham had already.
" You are not the only cop on my payroll Mr. Weller." Vernon said dismissively, rubbing his hands together to warm them up. " If Ms. Welkes did indeed kill a suspect then got away from it I don't see a problem getting her to join our little endeavor. Here, he said handing him a letter envelope thick with cash. Now get out of my sight."
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