Mike Faricy - Bombshell

“That’s me.”

“So you find people and stuff, solve mysteries and crimes?”

“Sometimes, like I said, it’s a lot more boring than the movies.”

“Think you’ll be able to find your date?”

“What?” I turned to look at two empty stools where Carol and Nicholas had been sitting. I couldn’t spot them out on the dance floor.

“You might be able to catch them if you hurry.”

“I got a better idea, I think I owe you a beer if I recall.”

“You do.”

I was sitting at Nina’s nursing a coffee, watching the early morning crowd squirt a sugar substitute into their lattes and cappuccinos. Aaron LaZelle, lieutenant in vice with St. Paul’s finest sat across from me. I decided to speak my mind.

“You know, with you making the exorbitant amount you do as a senior member of the police force you’d think you could at least spring for coffee. I’m a taxpayer after all.”

“Do we really want to get into the taxes you pay. I know a few IRS guys, this time of year they got a little time on their hands. They could check into it, do an audit or two and make sure you’re not paying more than your fair share.” He looked around, stared at an attractive dark haired woman in tight jeans and a T-shirt waiting in line to place an order.

“On second thought, thanks but no thanks. Like your caramel roll?”

“Always,” he replied.

“You know anything about women’s roller derby?”

“You mean where they skate round and round with jams and jammers, they’ve got those great names and look really hot.”

“Clearly you know more than me.”

“Actually I don’t, it’s been years since I was at one of those. Pretty fun if I recall. I think they actually do a lot of charity work.”

“Charity work, like praying and stuff?” I said.

“Yeah, that’s right, they conduct a prayer service. No they fund raise, donate a lot to food banks, maybe a kids program, the kind of stuff you’d be really involved in.” He shook his head, looked back at the same dark haired woman, she’d moved forward in line a couple of spaces.

“I like kids and shit.”

“Yeah, sure you do. Admit it, you like the mommies.”

“Well yeah, that too.”

“You doing something with roller derby? No offense, but couldn’t most of them kick the hell out of you?”

“I met a girl last night, she does it, the derby I mean, nice girl.”

“Well then she won’t be interested in you. If she was so nice what was she doing in one of the sleazy joints you frequent?”

“God, it was the Dew Drop, I still haven’t gotten my hearing back.”

“What were you doing in that place?”

“Wasting time and money. You know you have to pay a cover charge just to get into that place so you can spend more money on overpriced, bullshit drinks?”

“Yeah, I’d guess you’re a little out of their usual demographic, but once you’re inside you’re with the beautiful people.”

“I think I was one of the few straight guys in there.”

“Not surprising, excuse me for a minute,” he said. Then got up and walked over to the counter just as the dark haired woman was picking up her coffee.

“Kristi,” I heard him call, but then couldn’t hear anything else. The look on her face suggested Aaron might be saying something a little more official than hello. They stepped outside, I could see her through the front window standing on the sidewalk, nodding, shaking her head, nodding again. She suddenly leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, nodded a few more times, waved and walked down the street. Aaron watched her for a long moment then strolled back in.

“Business?” I asked.

“Manner of speaking,” he said, then stuffed the last of the caramel roll into his mouth and licked the tip of his thumb and forefinger.

“She a working girl?”

“Sign of the times. Architect by training, escort by necessity. She’s a nice kid, I played hockey with a couple of her brothers.”

“So are you checking her pricing or what?”

He shook his head, glanced around the room.

“No, just told her we got a sting coming up, working the Internet, told her to watch out and be careful.”

“When does it start?”

“It doesn’t, nothing like that in the works, the only thing we got coming up is budget cuts.”

“So why’d you tell her…”

“It’s like pulling someone over for speeding, everyone else slows down. Same deal, I’m just reminding her to be careful. You know how much architectural work is out there right now? Zero.”

“So she’s got an online ad?”

“An ad? No, a website, takes credit cards, they all do, that’s the business now. You were telling me about the Dew Drop.”

“Yeah, you remember Carol?”

“Is she the Kindergarten teacher?”

“Kindergarten? No, that chick dropped me six months ago. Carol does something with the state, I forget what, I can never remember the department. Anyway, we went there to meet some of her pals.” I told Aaron about the noise, the dancing, Carol leaving with the French guy, Nicholas and me meeting Justine at the bar.

“Sounds perfect, Carol dumps you and you meet someone else before she’s out the door. You are a real piece of work, buddy.”

“Yeah, well anyway, I’m gonna give this Justine a call. And, I should probably play the wounded lover with Carol, try for a final sympathy roll in the sack.”

“God knows that doesn’t happen too often in your life.”

“Actually, I think this could be a first.”

I walked the half block back home from Nina’s. On my way I called Carol, ready to play on her sympathies, tell her how heart broken I was.

“Bon Jour, I’m unable to take your call just now, please leave a message, Merci.”

I didn’t mean to leave a sigh as my message on her cell, it just sort of came out that way. She was already learning French? I’ll give you some Merci, I thought, then climbed in the car and drove to my office.

I had three days worth of verifying job references for a small company staring me in the face. Times being what they were the company was overwhelmed with applications from qualified people. My job was to check out employment histories and references. It amounted to a lot of drudgery and very little romance, just like life at the moment.

I’d been looking out the office window for maybe forty-five minutes, staring at St. Kate’s coeds waiting for the bus and watching people dash into The Spot for lunch. A liquid lunch, The Spot didn’t serve food. I was telling myself I should do the same when my phone rang.

I put on my best ‘feeling down’ voice and answered.

“Haskell Investigations,” I said. I pictured Carol pacing back and forth in the hallway of some State building, embarrassed, afraid of what I might say. She’d probably spent the better part of the morning working up the courage to call me, wondering if I’d hang up as soon as I heard her voice.

“Hi Dev, Justine. You know from last night, are you free to talk?”

“Justine? No, I mean yes, yeah.”

“You sure, I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Nothing that can’t wait.”

Outside the Randolph bus had just pulled away. It would be at least twenty-five minutes before any more women would be waiting. On my desk I had a mountain of boring applications to wade through. I had time, plenty of time.

“Okay, as long as you’re sure.”

“Yeah, nice to hear your voice, I was going to give you a call.”

“Well, actually that’s maybe why I’m calling. I mean I made some team calls this morning, we’d like to talk with you, see if we could hire you for a security gig, that is if you’ve got the time. I’m really sorry, but it’s on pretty short notice, we’d need you in two days. For maybe a day and a half, tops.”