A/N – I totally forgot to let people know that for some reason I have Tommy's Mom be Debra Hanson. I don't really want to change it. All letters are show cased in "Jail house letters" – so, you will have to read the story just for the letters. It tells a conduit story, this is more of a narrative of the story. Thank you.
Disclaimer – I don't own a thing except all of the OC's. Thank you.
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Parallel Parking
Part 2
Its hard to understand how a cemetery raised its burial cost and blamed it on the cost of living – Anonymous
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"Oh, come on Dorothy!" Doug yelled. Red in the face because of the fight, because she got weirded out when she found out that not only was Doug bi, but he mainly thought of himself as gay. It had somehow come about when he had gotten the first letter from Tom.
"Don't do that to me!" Dorothy yelled back.
"It's not my fault! I didn't think you'd come back! Hell, you punched out on me three months ago!" Doug replied.
"That's not fair," Dorothy rolled her eyes.
"No, this isn't going to happen this time, Dorothy, you sold all my stuff. Put MY HOUSE up for sail and NEVER CALLED ME TO TELL ME!"
"Doug…!"
"Get out! This is the end, Dorothy, the fat lady has sung her song!" Doug replied angrily, he opened the door to his apartment for her. Once again, they had tried, they had gone to dinner at Debra Hanson's house and promptly got into a fight when they got back. When Doug expressed how much he cared about Tom. Dorothy obviously took it the wrong way and accused him of having an affair with Tom while they had been in an relationship.
At least Tommy understands me! - was Doug's reply to that accusation. That had spurred on the fight and now Dorothy flounced out the door. Doug slammed it after her. Doug was sorry he had to nip this in the bud before it started. The last time he tried to go out with a different girl, Dorothy had shown up and ruined everything. Well, Doug wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to get into another relationship, but hell, guy's were easier to deal with than women. Honestly, he could count on Tom being predictable, even Dennis had a more pleasant thought than going home to Dorothy…who had cheated on him! Where the hell did she get off accusing him that shit when she had done it herself?
"Well, talk about the kettle calling the tea pot black," he muttered.
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Dennis wasn't exactly sure why Doug had called so late at night. But, there he was, listening to Doug basically admit he was more gay than bi. How did this happen? He had to wonder, that at least two of the guy's in the Jump Street program were gay? Of course, he had been gay since a kid, he didn't know why; he just got the hots for guys. It was no big deal.
"Well, you did it right. She blew you off plenty of times before so…she shouldn't expect you to wait around for her," Dennis said, lighting up a cigarette. He heard Doug sigh on the other end of the phone line.
"Yeah, I know, but we've done plenty of stuff together. She once told me that I'd be a good Dad," Doug said.
"Look, you can always adopt, no problem there, it's been know to be done," Dennis replied.
"Thanks,"
"No problem," Dennis shrugged.
"So, I got a letter from Tommy,"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, he seems to be doing all right. I mean, Tommy's not good at the whole jail thing," Doug replied.
"Last I remember, you were the one with claustrophobia," Dennis said with a snort.
"I know, but Tommy takes things a bit more personally. Like its all his fault those kids are in jail or something,"
"I know, if that ass hole hadn't transferred me and Ioki out of there, Tom wouldn't have had to be on his own," Dennis said.
"I know,"
"Look, you've said it yourself, Tommy doesn't do things unless he has to. Well, I'm sure he's planning his moves carefully. He's probably leading all those guys around on a leash and they don't even know it,"
"Yeah, hey…thanks man,"
"Any time,"
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Addison West was the Detective in charge of the crime scene. He had twenty years of service under his belt. He was now in his mid fifties with bright white hair; one eye was glazed over, as if he couldn't see out of it while the other was clear blue. He wore an out of style suite that would have been all right for the early seventies.
"They did their job, there was no point in going back," he said gruffly. Dennis wanted to pop the guy, but since Addison mostly reminded Dennis of his own grandfather – he curbed that feeling.
"Look, we are talking about an innocent man in jail. The Prosecution led the jury on!"
"I know that, I was there, remember?" Addison replied with a glare.
"Look, the evidence is missing, that's grounds for a mistrial, and they had nothing!"
"Missing?"
"Yeah, missing, are you trying to tell me that you didn't know a thing about it?" Dennis asked, not believing a word the man was trying to tell him.
"That's what I'm telling you," Addison replies with a roll of his head.
"Your guys took the evidence, your guys bagged the evidence, and one of your guys stole the evidence to frame Hanson. What, if anything, about that don't you understand?" Dennis said, slamming his hand on the table between them. Glasses wobbled for a few moments before settling once again.
"Look it here, sonny, I've been in this business for twenty years. I know the ins and the outs. I've put thirteen drug dealers behind bars for life, took down three serial killers and put about a hundred and some odd kids in jail, just to see them out on the streets the next day – and now you come waltzing in here telling me I don't know how to do my job and somehow let my guys get away with evidence that did put one of our own behind bars? Why would I do that? Answer me that," Addison said, he lent back in his chair and lit up a cigar.
"Just because you've done your duty doesn't mean that you didn't sell out because of some idiotic, preconceived notion," Dennis said.
"You don't know anything," Addison replied. He nervously sucked the end of the Cuban made cigar.
"Oh really? Well then, what if I told you that I know you're dealing crack for a Cuban Drug lord. I know that you put two other officers in jail for shit they never did. Now, what the hell makes you think that I won't share this with my Captain? Who'll share it with yours? And then, what makes you think that I won't call up this drug dealer and make him believe that you turned on him?" Dennis replied.
"How do you know 'bout Alberto?" Addison asked.
"Now, that is a good line, one from the movies. I play bad cop, get you to believe what I say and give me the clues that I need. My friend, I know everything about Alberto Clemente. All I needed from you was confirmation," Dennis replied. He drank the rest of the ice tea before giving a jaunty salute before leaving the man on his front porch, looking a bit blue in the face.
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Daciana Toma's grand parents had been immigrants from Romania. She sported the dark look of the Romanian gypsies, but had her American father's dark green eyes. Thankfully, Doug wasn't brought in by the looks.
"I understand your problem, but I was trained well, I knew exactly what I was doing," Daciana said.
"Look, the evidence is missing; you've been under Addison West for two years. This isn't the first case where something went missing and an innocent man was sent to jail," Doug replied.
"I'm sure that was before I was put with his company," Daciana shrugged.
"No, you joined two years ago, within that time Mark Ulrich and Frank Norbert were sent to jail for shit they didn't do. It was only ten months later that someone found the evidence for Ulrich, he got out and the case was dismissed and the charge taken off his record," Doug said.
"That has nothing to do with me," Daciana replied, she didn't look nervous. But, Doug could tell that there was something different about her.
"Like hell you don't know a thing. Someone is messing around where they don't belong. You know who it is,"
Daciana shrugged, she stood from the couch and made her way to the bar. She poured herself a scotch on the rocks.
"I don't know anything," she said between sips.
"Like hell you do," Doug replied before stomping out of the house.
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"So," over cups of soda and hot dogs, Dennis and Doug had stopped to compare notes, "What did the chick tell you?"
"Nothing, I got nothing," Doug replied.
"I have something," Dennis replied.
"What would that be?"
"Alberto Clemente…"
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A/N – I am watching Blow, Alberto Clemente is an inspiration from the movie. Please review and tell me what you think about it. Thanks for everything, guys!
Ta.
Dizzy