that I have never been arrested and charged with a crime. That was true then as much as it is now. I respect law enforcement and its place in society as much as I believe Captain Stein respects the library and its place. That being said, I have not always been as honest as I could have been with the members of the local law enforcement. Case in point,
More than one of the Bannville Police have fines and overdue books. Just saying.
The particular officer whom I have a great amount of displeasure toward is Detective Parker. He still remembers the time I peed on his leg; I still remember the time he arrested me with little evidence. Ours is a love/hate relationship.
So when Barry and I stumbled out of the Honky Tonk several hours after I talked to Cassidy, Detective Parker was the last person I wanted to see.
“Go on and get in the truck, Barry,” I said, pushing the drunk troll of a man toward the pickup at the far end of the parking lot.
“Yeh shhur? We cood tak’em,” Barry slurred.
“I’m sure. He’s police.”
Parker proved this fact by pulling out his badge. Barry spit and began making his way to the truck.
“Hope you weren’t thinking about driving, Mr. Banned,” Parker said.
“You rather he drive?” I said, pointing to Barry who had stopped to pee on a lightpost.
Parker frowned, “Disgusting. I thought your mama taught you better than to talk to trash.”
“He’s my friend and a good guy. He’s also not giving me the eye right now like he’s going to try to arrest me. What can I do for you, Detective Parker?”
Parker walked closer to me, wiping sweat from his bald head. He must have been sitting in that car for a while waiting for me to come out. He pointed a finger at me.
“You. You think you can get away with everything. Spoiled little shit ever since you were a kid. Well, let me tell you something, Mr. Banned, your family don’t hold much water around here anymore so you better hold on. Why’d you kill her, huh?”
“Jesus, Gerald. I told you, I didn’t.”
“Then who did? Huh? We been talking to her father in lock up and he thinks you did it, too. Course I can’t put a man with a can opener tattooed on his face up as an expert witness, but he believes it was you. Or somebody close to her.”
Every other word was punctuated by that finger poking into my chest. I felt a burning in my stomach, the fire to fight or flee and I had just enough alcohol in me to make that choice hard.
“Boot Pittman told me himself that he thought I didn’t do it,” I said, “Why don’t you go back to your little station with your little lies and leave me the fuck alone.”
“You can’t talk to me like that,” he said, poking me again.
I stepped back out of poking range. Looked over to Barry. He was sitting in the truck with the engine cranked waiting for me. He looked asleep.
Parker stepped forward, tilting his head, “Yeah... I can see it. Head librarian bored with small town life. What was it you wanted to be again? Writer? Shit. Nothing but a small town librarian, all you’ll ever be. Then comes in that pretty little girl and you think, ‘hey, there’s a peice of ass that will make me forget about how shitty my life is.’ Or was that the other one? Natalie? Were they both just little things for your fucked up imagination to play Hollywood with? Huh? Looks like they both rejected you, one running and the other dead-.”
I hit him. I punched an officer of the law square in the face. He rocked back, more from surprise than the impact. Then he smiled and lunged at me.
I was on the ground before I could scream, “Oh shit.” The fight dropped out of me and I began struggling to get free when I felt steel pinch at each of my wrists. Parker rose up as I flailed around, grabbing me by the back of the head and pushing my face into the dirt and sand of the Honky Tonk’s parking lot.
“You’re under arrest, Mr. Librarian,” he said, “Striking an officer, resisting arrest, and interfering with investigation. You have the right to remain silent-”
It seems this was not Parker’s night for finishing sentences.
An engine revved, ancient belts letting out a banshee wail from across the lot as Barry drove the truck directly at us. I put my head down and waited for impact.
Instead, the truck swerved at the last minute and slammed into Parker’s unmarked police car. The two vehicles crunched, the sedan taking most of the brunt as steel met plastic.
Parker swore and ran to grab the passenger side door of the truck, but Barry was too fast. The truck backed up and spun dirt high into the air as it pulled out onto the street and into the night.
“Shit,” Parker screamed, “Shit, shit, shit.”
“Better go get him,” I said, “He can barely stand, much less drive.”
Parker spat on me and jumped in his battered car. The siren wailed as he vanished in the night in pursuit.
Not wanting to be left alone, my hands handcuffed behind my back in a backwoods parking lot, I got to my feet and started moving. In less than ten minutes, I was taking a shortcut across Judge Oldman’s field to tell Garry his brother may need bail money.
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