1 The Plot Thickens
Graham was really starting to dislike these clandestine meetings by moonlight but, they were proving more necessary of late; he thought pacing back and forth his footsteps echoing along the dock. He heard the sound of a car engine roll up and shut down. He waited impatiently for the sound of the occupant exiting.
" Mr. Graham?" Leon Weller called hesitantly.
" Yes, Weller, do hurry it up it's quite chilly out here." Graham answered scathingly.
Graham heard a second door open and the distinct sound of heels on asphalt.
" Is that Ms. Welkes I hear?" he inquired.
" Yes, Mr. Graham it's me." Veronica Welkes answered as she pulled herself gracefully out of the car.
" It's a pleasure to finally meet you detective our mutual acquaintance has told me so much about you." Graham said oozing charm. He gestured at Weller who had just stepped into the dirty yellow lamplight that encompassed them.
" Good things I hope." Welkes drawled right back, extending her hand to him.
" You two are the first arrive if you would be so kind as to be tad patient while our other colleagues arrive." Graham said ingratiatingly. " Ahh there they are now." He said as a second vehicle rolled up, a rather large SUV.
" What's going on Graham?" Kincaid blustered as he climbed down from the driver's side.
"A meeting Mr. Kincaid to discuss our problems." Graham said taking out a gold cigarette case and lighting up. The smoke danced in the dingy yellow light above his steel gray hair.
"What problem exactly?" Kincaid said eyeing Weller and Welkes.
" Would you kindly explain what happened at Bacche's you seem to have put yourself in a quite a jam Mr. Kincaid." Graham stated taking a drag on his cigarette.
" Hey I did the job, Bacches dead like you asked, where's my money?" Kincaid asked stepping menacingly toward Graham.
" Yes, you did but you got you and your little buddy Cutler suspended. You also probably tipped off one or more of your squad to your little side business." Graham said forcefully, exhaling smoke into Kincaid's face as he spoke. "These two tipped no one off to their extra- curricular activities." He continued gesturing to Weller and his partner.
"What would you like me to do then Mr. Graham?" Kincaid asked belligerently.
" I want you to arrange an accident or accidents for Ms. Kilmann and Mr. Mercer. Your suspension is obviously more than meets the eye. Graham told him in a conspiratorial tone.
" What do you want us to do? Weller asked hesitantly, he didn't like where this was going killing a few scumbags was one things but now this was fellow cops.
" Nothing at the moment just be ready when I need you." Graham said. "Here." He said reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out four letter envelopes. " For services rendered." He turned his head sharply as he heard a metal on metal clang then a curse ring out. " What was that? Kincaid go check it out!" he ordered tersely.
Kincaid took off in a flat out run toward the sound. He disappeared in the forest of shipping containers surrounding the dock. Kincaid could hear his quarry not fifty feet from him and increasing the distance fast. Kincaid pored on the power all those damn laps with Kilmann were paying off. He slowed down a little as heard a curse carry across the air his prey was trapped. Sure enough he ran across his quarry, he had run into a dead end.
" Freeze Pal, turn around slowly!" he ordered his weapon drawn. The man slowly turned around. " Mercer! My, my, it must be my lucky day!" Kincaid practically crowed at this new development.
" Kincaid." Mercer said simply.
"So did she sic ya on me?" Kincaid inquired his weapon still trained on Mercer.
" Yes, she did. She knows everything." He lied thru his teeth
" Well that's too bad, now she is definitely going to die." He said as he pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot reverberated off the massive metal containers. Mercer put his hand to his chest and stared at it dumbfounded as he saw it was covered with blood. He fell to his knees and hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Kincaid put the gun back in his waistband to be disposed of later. He walked up to Mercer's body and searched it for recording devices. He found no obvious ones, just a pen in his back pocket. With that he turned on his heel and made his way back to Mr. Graham and the others.
"Well?" Graham asked as Kincaid approached him.
" Well one problem is taken care of." He answered.
" What about the body?" Welkes asked playing with her necklace.
" What about it I took his ID and wallet He'll be a John Doe for a little while, and by the time he is ID ed it won't matter." Kincaid sneered at her.
The group disbanded quickly and went their separate ways.
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Graham was really starting to dislike these clandestine meetings by moonlight but, they were proving more necessary of late; he thought pacing back and forth his footsteps echoing along the dock. He heard the sound of a car engine roll up and shut down. He waited impatiently for the sound of the occupant exiting.
" Mr. Graham?" Leon Weller called hesitantly.
" Yes, Weller, do hurry it up it's quite chilly out here." Graham answered scathingly.
Graham heard a second door open and the distinct sound of heels on asphalt.
" Is that Ms. Welkes I hear?" he inquired.
" Yes, Mr. Graham it's me." Veronica Welkes answered as she pulled herself gracefully out of the car.
" It's a pleasure to finally meet you detective our mutual acquaintance has told me so much about you." Graham said oozing charm. He gestured at Weller who had just stepped into the dirty yellow lamplight that encompassed them.
" Good things I hope." Welkes drawled right back, extending her hand to him.
" You two are the first arrive if you would be so kind as to be tad patient while our other colleagues arrive." Graham said ingratiatingly. " Ahh there they are now." He said as a second vehicle rolled up, a rather large SUV.
" What's going on Graham?" Kincaid blustered as he climbed down from the driver's side.
"A meeting Mr. Kincaid to discuss our problems." Graham said taking out a gold cigarette case and lighting up. The smoke danced in the dingy yellow light above his steel gray hair.
"What problem exactly?" Kincaid said eyeing Weller and Welkes.
" Would you kindly explain what happened at Bacche's you seem to have put yourself in a quite a jam Mr. Kincaid." Graham stated taking a drag on his cigarette.
" Hey I did the job, Bacches dead like you asked, where's my money?" Kincaid asked stepping menacingly toward Graham.
" Yes, you did but you got you and your little buddy Cutler suspended. You also probably tipped off one or more of your squad to your little side business." Graham said forcefully, exhaling smoke into Kincaid's face as he spoke. "These two tipped no one off to their extra- curricular activities." He continued gesturing to Weller and his partner.
"What would you like me to do then Mr. Graham?" Kincaid asked belligerently.
" I want you to arrange an accident or accidents for Ms. Kilmann and Mr. Mercer. Your suspension is obviously more than meets the eye. Graham told him in a conspiratorial tone.
" What do you want us to do? Weller asked hesitantly, he didn't like where this was going killing a few scumbags was one things but now this was fellow cops.
" Nothing at the moment just be ready when I need you." Graham said. "Here." He said reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out four letter envelopes. " For services rendered." He turned his head sharply as he heard a metal on metal clang then a curse ring out. " What was that? Kincaid go check it out!" he ordered tersely.
Kincaid took off in a flat out run toward the sound. He disappeared in the forest of shipping containers surrounding the dock. Kincaid could hear his quarry not fifty feet from him and increasing the distance fast. Kincaid pored on the power all those damn laps with Kilmann were paying off. He slowed down a little as heard a curse carry across the air his prey was trapped. Sure enough he ran across his quarry, he had run into a dead end.
" Freeze Pal, turn around slowly!" he ordered his weapon drawn. The man slowly turned around. " Mercer! My, my, it must be my lucky day!" Kincaid practically crowed at this new development.
" Kincaid." Mercer said simply.
"So did she sic ya on me?" Kincaid inquired his weapon still trained on Mercer.
" Yes, she did. She knows everything." He lied thru his teeth
" Well that's too bad, now she is definitely going to die." He said as he pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gunshot reverberated off the massive metal containers. Mercer put his hand to his chest and stared at it dumbfounded as he saw it was covered with blood. He fell to his knees and hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Kincaid put the gun back in his waistband to be disposed of later. He walked up to Mercer's body and searched it for recording devices. He found no obvious ones, just a pen in his back pocket. With that he turned on his heel and made his way back to Mr. Graham and the others.
"Well?" Graham asked as Kincaid approached him.
" Well one problem is taken care of." He answered.
" What about the body?" Welkes asked playing with her necklace.
" What about it I took his ID and wallet He'll be a John Doe for a little while, and by the time he is ID ed it won't matter." Kincaid sneered at her.
The group disbanded quickly and went their separate ways.
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