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Unfinished Business originally written by Morgan Gendal
OK - we all saw Unfinished Business right? So why did it happen? And what happened after? It helps if you can pretend that nothing from Streetwise onwards happened, except maybe in our nightmares. ;)
UNFINISHED BUSINESS - the whole story.
Chapter 6
Norman Tate furtively studied the woman sitting in front of him. She appeared less on edge than she had the day before, but still cautious, as if she might say too much. Right now she was abashedly trying to explain why she had almost cancelled today's appointment. "I just feel like I should have gone with them, instead of coming here. I just don't know that this is really doing an awful lot of good." "I see some progress already," he lied smoothly. "Really?" She looked doubtful. "It's just seeing Megan again - it felt like three years ago." "The D'Angelo case, wasn't it?" Whatever was going on between Sergeants Hunter and McCall, Tate was more certain now than ever that their problem had its genesis three years ago with that case. "Right. And you know, even then, she was on the fast track." He nodded encouragingly, wanting her to continue. She didn't need much encouragement. "We knew D'Angelo had killed his partner, so she wanted to set a trap for him. So, she picked up D'Angelo's accountant, a man by the name of Glazer. Now, I didn't think this man was of any value to us at all ."
They were heading up the stairs of the old metro division headquarters. She'd only been back at work one day, and she felt like she was barely holding her head above water. Hunter wasn't helping any. Hunter, and Sergeant Malone. He was bounding up the stairs with those long legs of his, and Megan seemed to have no problems keeping up. They were on their way to put the screws on Glazer. "We've got him cooling his heels in interrogation room one," Malone explained without slowing. "I questioned Glazer months ago," she tried to explain. "I don't really think he's of any use to us." Hunter practically scoffed. "Well, the information Megan has proves that Glazer was helping D'Angelo funnel money to his mistress." "What really happened," Megan continued, "was that Glazer told Clay about D'Angelo's bad habits." "Yeah. And he used that information to make about a couple of hundred thousand dollars." "Which means that we can put the squeeze on Glazer. He's going to look like and accomplice to murder." At the top of the stairs they finally paused to let her catch up. "Well, Glazer knows who I am, so why don't I take the first shot at him?" Hunter frowned at her. "You've been away for six weeks. Why don't you rest, relax, come along for the ride? I think Megan and I have this thing handled." He turned to Malone. "Come on," he said placing a hand on the small of her back to lead her away. Like he couldn't be far enough away.
"And now it's happening all over again?" For a moment Dee Dee just blinked at Tate, his sudden question jolting her out of memories that were surprisingly painful. "Yeah," she eventually answered. She thought back over what she had just revealed to Tate, not liking the picture she was building. "You know, I'm sitting here listening to myself babbling on and on - and, this is terrible, I sound like someone who is so jealous." "Are you jealous of Megan?" She had been asking herself that question for days now, seeking an answer to that irrational surge of anger that burned through her every time she saw the two of them together. "I don't think so . I don't know," she hung her head momentarily in despair. "It's not like me to be envious of someone just because they get ahead." The second she said the words she knew what Tate's next question would be. "That's an interesting phrase - 'just because'. Do you think there could be another reason why you feel jealous?" "No." Why would I? It wasn't like she believed Hunter had a thing for Megan, and even if he did, his girlfriends had never bothered her before . Oh, God no. Before her face could betray what she wasn't ready to share yet she shook her head dismissively. "No," she repeated decisively, more to convince herself than Tate.
Old man Franklin noticed the guy the minute he entered the store. His wife shook her head in despair every time he turned on another reality cop show or sat down to read another issue of Gun World Magazine, but she just didn't understand. This was a dangerous city. You had to be prepared to defend yourself at a moment's notice. So he continued to watch the stranger as he cruised the aisles, comparing him to the mug shot on the wanted poster he had pinned carefully to the wall beside the counter. "Anything I can help you with?" he asked, hoping the unwashed creep would come a little closer to where his failing eyesight could make a positive ID. One step, two steps closer - it is him! A sensation somewhere between excitement and terror ran through him as the man came closer still. Before Franklin could reach under the counter for the security alarm a cloth bag was thrown at him, and a gun levelled in his face. "OK, pops, fill it up - and don't forget the lottery money." The gravel- voiced lunatic shifted impatiently as he fumbled with the till. "Come on!" he roared. I'll show you, you two-bit, no-good . He flung the bag back, surprising his assailant long enough pick up his .38 snub-nosed revolver and fire a panicked shot at him. He watched with some satisfaction as the miscreant stumbled back into a display stand then collapsed to the floor. The return shot was so unexpected that he didn't have time to react before a thunderous pain sent him reeling backwards into some shelving and the world began to darken.
OK - we all saw Unfinished Business right? So why did it happen? And what happened after? It helps if you can pretend that nothing from Streetwise onwards happened, except maybe in our nightmares. ;)
UNFINISHED BUSINESS - the whole story.
Chapter 6
Norman Tate furtively studied the woman sitting in front of him. She appeared less on edge than she had the day before, but still cautious, as if she might say too much. Right now she was abashedly trying to explain why she had almost cancelled today's appointment. "I just feel like I should have gone with them, instead of coming here. I just don't know that this is really doing an awful lot of good." "I see some progress already," he lied smoothly. "Really?" She looked doubtful. "It's just seeing Megan again - it felt like three years ago." "The D'Angelo case, wasn't it?" Whatever was going on between Sergeants Hunter and McCall, Tate was more certain now than ever that their problem had its genesis three years ago with that case. "Right. And you know, even then, she was on the fast track." He nodded encouragingly, wanting her to continue. She didn't need much encouragement. "We knew D'Angelo had killed his partner, so she wanted to set a trap for him. So, she picked up D'Angelo's accountant, a man by the name of Glazer. Now, I didn't think this man was of any value to us at all ."
They were heading up the stairs of the old metro division headquarters. She'd only been back at work one day, and she felt like she was barely holding her head above water. Hunter wasn't helping any. Hunter, and Sergeant Malone. He was bounding up the stairs with those long legs of his, and Megan seemed to have no problems keeping up. They were on their way to put the screws on Glazer. "We've got him cooling his heels in interrogation room one," Malone explained without slowing. "I questioned Glazer months ago," she tried to explain. "I don't really think he's of any use to us." Hunter practically scoffed. "Well, the information Megan has proves that Glazer was helping D'Angelo funnel money to his mistress." "What really happened," Megan continued, "was that Glazer told Clay about D'Angelo's bad habits." "Yeah. And he used that information to make about a couple of hundred thousand dollars." "Which means that we can put the squeeze on Glazer. He's going to look like and accomplice to murder." At the top of the stairs they finally paused to let her catch up. "Well, Glazer knows who I am, so why don't I take the first shot at him?" Hunter frowned at her. "You've been away for six weeks. Why don't you rest, relax, come along for the ride? I think Megan and I have this thing handled." He turned to Malone. "Come on," he said placing a hand on the small of her back to lead her away. Like he couldn't be far enough away.
"And now it's happening all over again?" For a moment Dee Dee just blinked at Tate, his sudden question jolting her out of memories that were surprisingly painful. "Yeah," she eventually answered. She thought back over what she had just revealed to Tate, not liking the picture she was building. "You know, I'm sitting here listening to myself babbling on and on - and, this is terrible, I sound like someone who is so jealous." "Are you jealous of Megan?" She had been asking herself that question for days now, seeking an answer to that irrational surge of anger that burned through her every time she saw the two of them together. "I don't think so . I don't know," she hung her head momentarily in despair. "It's not like me to be envious of someone just because they get ahead." The second she said the words she knew what Tate's next question would be. "That's an interesting phrase - 'just because'. Do you think there could be another reason why you feel jealous?" "No." Why would I? It wasn't like she believed Hunter had a thing for Megan, and even if he did, his girlfriends had never bothered her before . Oh, God no. Before her face could betray what she wasn't ready to share yet she shook her head dismissively. "No," she repeated decisively, more to convince herself than Tate.
Old man Franklin noticed the guy the minute he entered the store. His wife shook her head in despair every time he turned on another reality cop show or sat down to read another issue of Gun World Magazine, but she just didn't understand. This was a dangerous city. You had to be prepared to defend yourself at a moment's notice. So he continued to watch the stranger as he cruised the aisles, comparing him to the mug shot on the wanted poster he had pinned carefully to the wall beside the counter. "Anything I can help you with?" he asked, hoping the unwashed creep would come a little closer to where his failing eyesight could make a positive ID. One step, two steps closer - it is him! A sensation somewhere between excitement and terror ran through him as the man came closer still. Before Franklin could reach under the counter for the security alarm a cloth bag was thrown at him, and a gun levelled in his face. "OK, pops, fill it up - and don't forget the lottery money." The gravel- voiced lunatic shifted impatiently as he fumbled with the till. "Come on!" he roared. I'll show you, you two-bit, no-good . He flung the bag back, surprising his assailant long enough pick up his .38 snub-nosed revolver and fire a panicked shot at him. He watched with some satisfaction as the miscreant stumbled back into a display stand then collapsed to the floor. The return shot was so unexpected that he didn't have time to react before a thunderous pain sent him reeling backwards into some shelving and the world began to darken.