Basis: Chapter 1
Date & Time: Wednesday, August 13th, 1975 9:00 A.M.
City: St. Georgina
State: Lanahassee
The morning of Wednesday, August 13th, 1975. Just a day after the violent death of Roland J. Cunningham. The overlook of Razorback Mountain overlooked the city of St. Georgina. The city in which Dustin Holcomb worked. Today was the start of his three days off.
*At the wooden fence blocking the cars in the lot from a steep mountain drop, sat a Sassy grass green 1971 Plymouth Roadrunner. It had an air grabber hood covering the 440 Six-Pack V8 Engine under the hood, the iconic Roadrunner stripe across the back and sides of the roof, and US Indy Dish Mag wheels. The driver was seated leaning against the front of the chrome bumper, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a black T-shirt, Jeans and his Black cowboy boots.
Dustin (In his head): Sometimes I'm thankful for this city's ability to keep me busy, but the consequences of that mean the sick freaks in this city run amuck.
*Another car, a 1975 Ford Gran Torino in Acapulco Blue pulled in next to the Roadrunner. The White stripe traveled down the roof, behind the rear window and down both sides of the car thinning to a point. It was bright wight with a slight metal flake to show a slight glimmer in the sun.
Dustin: Here he is.
*Jason Adams, Dustin's partner in the L.S.P.D. Homicide detective division, got out of the Gran Torino. He was wearing a white button-down shirt untucked, a pair of light blue jeans, and a pair of tan boots.
Jason: I figured you were up here. You do come up here a lot to think.
Dustin: Yeah.
Dustin: You said you had something for me?
Jason: Oh yeah.
He reached into his passenger window and pulled out a brown paper bag.
Jason: Here
*He handed him the paper bag.
Dustin: The Usual?
Jason: Yup, two 12 inch Italian Submarines with extra garlic aioli.
Dustin: Fantastic.
Jason: Don't say I don't do anything..
*They were interrupted by a rustling from the large bushes behind them.
Dustin: What was that?
*A man came out of the bushes crawling. A rusty old Winchester rifle on his back.
Dustin: Oh lord.
*Dustin got up and walked over to the man crawling.
*The man on the ground was wearing a tattered duster coat, probably as old as the stories of the James gang in the old west. His OD Green Chinos were dusty, and his boots were worn to where holes were in the soles.
Dustin: Looking for something, Hoss?
*He stood, weaving back and forth, drunk.
Man: Urgh. ugh.
Dustin: Yeah, Let's dry you out. Jase call us a black and white to dry him out.
*The man drew his rifle from his back.
Man: I…I'm not..urgh..going anywhere, Chief.
*Dustin grabbed the rifle and pushed the drunk onto the ground. The Drunk tried to get up but fell over.
*A St. Georgina City Police cruiser, a 1973 Plymouth Satellite Dark blue and gray on the doors, pulled up to see Holcomb standing next to the drunk holding his rusty Winchester.
Officer: Of course.
Dustin: Officer Jackson,
*The man got out of the Satellite. He was short and skinny, holding his gun in a mock threatening way in its holster.
Jackson: Hello, Detective.
Dustin: Here is your friend. He needs to dry out.
Jackson: Alright, Get him in the car. You're lucky I was passing through you'd be waiting a while there was a wreck on highway.
*Dustin handed him the rifle and made his way back to his Roadrunner.
Jason: All good?
Dustin: Yeah he'll be alright.
Dustin grabbed the bag of food from the hood of his car and looked to Jason.
Dustin: Well. I'd love to stay, but I gotta get back to Clearwater.
Jason: Meeting up with Ol' John?
Dustin: Yeah, I'll see you later.
*Dustin got in the Roadrunner and backed out of the lot onto the yellowish-brown dirt from the gravel. He pulled away continuing down the trail towards the other side of Razorback Mountain toward the town of Clearwater. He drove down the dusty dirt roads getting down to the bottom onto the two lane leading to town.
Note: After Lanahasse became a state in 1870, Eastbourne was made the capitol, but it wasn't the nicest town. Clearwater was first established in the final days of the Civil War. The Battle of Clearwater happened in the huge nests of the Confederate soldiers were decimated completely by Union Howitzers and 20-Pounder Parrott Guns, the water in the river nearby was still Crystal Clear. The Rapids were so clear you could easily see Fish between the rocks. Since then, Clearwater has become a community-based town where everyone knows everyone, and hospitality is almost always friendly.
*Dustin pulled into Clearwater's town center and pulled up to the park. Parking his car near the entrance.
*Dustin grabbed the bag of food from his passenger seat and got out.
Dustin: Is he still here?
*Dustin looked to see an old man sitting on a wooden park bench next to a Maple tree casting shade onto his balding head.
Dustin: There you are.
*He made his way down the cobblestone path.
Note: The man known as Ol' John was a very respected figure in the Clearwater community. His real name being a mystery to some, only those who really got to know Ol' John knew his real name. Dustin was one of those people. Ol' John's real name was Samuel Johnathan Price. He was a Marine during WWII and partially through the Korean War. His transport was hit by a Korean war party, and some shrapnel from a grenade hit his eyes, leaving him completely blind. He was dressed in a white dress shirt, black trousers that were too high when he sat revealing his white socks, and some leather hard soul dress shoes.
John: 'Bout time you showed up boy.
Dustin: How'd you know it was me old man?
John: Hard to mistake those boots you wear around. You got my Sandwich?