- H.O.L.T Blue 5/6
Date: Friday, January 19, 2001
- sue hantak <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Laura arrived at Jarvis' office just as he was going through
the preliminary report on Simpson's shooting. He leaned back
in his chair with a pensive look on his face. "Something
Laura picked up the stack of photos and began to flip through,
"What? Obviously your officer Simpson, stole the drugs and
was trying to sell it. They had some disagreement with grave
"Simpson was holding a bottle of beer in one hand and a
second broken bottle was found near the body." Jarvis stood
up and directed Laura's attention to one of the crime scene photos.
"Good point, you can't very well have furniture-rearranging
brawl with a beer in your hand. Not to mention, what self respecting
drug dealer kills someone then flee, leaving behind a fortune
in primo cocaine?" Laura concurred.
"Any cop, even corrupt ones wouldn't take off their gun
off if they had invited drug dealers to their home. Looks to
me like an accomplice, someone who you might offer a beer, killed
him then trashed the place to throw off suspicion."
"Someone who wants us to believe Simpson was behind the
theft." Laura added.
"Awfully convenient to have a dead man take the rap."
Now it was Laura's turn to have the pondering expression. She
picked up the bag of white powder from Jarvis's desk. "Was
this picked up from the floor?"
"Most of it. We'll have it analyzed, but it's definitely
cocaine. Do you want to go with me to the lab? We never made
it there this morning."
"So you want me to continue with the case?"
"One dirty cop is bad enough. If there is a second one involved,
one who resorts to murder, it's even more important to solve
this.....quickly. Besides, we still don't know how Simpson got
it out of the property room."
Gary Hammond held his tuna sandwich in his left hand noticeably
uninterested as he offered the clipboard to Jarvis. "Sign
"I don't suppose if I tell you I need it yesterday, you
would put a rush on it?"
"See this pile, Jarvis?" Hammond pat a stack on the
counter next to him, "These are marked 'ASAP'. There's a
pile twice as big over there they say is 'important'. And there
is a stack marked 'urgent' that we are using as step stool to
reach the top of the 'life and death' pile.
"Okay, I get your point, Hammond." Jarvis obligingly
handed him the oversized envelop.
"Hey wait a minute.....Sedona?" He swivel on the stool
and yelled, "Driscoll, didn't you already test Sedona evidence
that week I was on vacation?" He began to grumble to himself,
"It's no wonder we're always overbudget, doing everything
fuckin' twice." Once Jarvis and Laura left, Hammond tossed
the envelop aside laughing to himself, <put a rush on it....yeah,
ha, right....I wish I had a dollar every time someone said that>.
David Driscoll looked up from his microscope to see Hammond signing
in an envelop. He expected as much. The cops no doubt vacuumed
up the cocaine from floor of Simpson's apartment. All he had
to do was submit another copy of the original report to attest
the cocaine was the same with a new date. There would be little
objection from his lazy coworker when he suggested a shortcut.
"That Jarvis, he thinks the world revolves around him."
"Can you believe him? He wants the Sedona evidence retested.
Big waste of time if you ask me. "
" Too bad you can't just make a copy of the first report,
huh? Put a new date on it and I bet they would never notice the
difference." Driscoll added a laugh to make it appear that
he was joking. But he knew, that given an opportunity, Hammond's
slothful nature would do just that.
Laura lay prone on the bed, eyes closed with her cheek resting
on her hands. Remington reached under her arm to loosen the towel.
"So this Simpson character was the one who took the drugs
from the lockup?" Remington tipped the bottle squeezing
a few drops into his palm. He rubbed the warm oil on his hands,
then applied his therapeutic touch to Laura. He started at her
neck. Pushing her hair aside he worked just the finger tips in
Laura continued to discuss the case, "I still don't know
how he got them out. The only vents in the room supply heat and
air from above. I checked, the utility closet is on floor above
and the compressor is on the roof. So that blew my whole brilliant
theory about him dropping the evidence bags down then retrieving
them out of the ductwork later.... And now there's a murder as
He moved to her shoulders, "In light of that, I don't suppose
you'll finally put on that bulletproof vest."
"That has NOTHING to do with this case."
Remington held the bottle of oil above her back and trickled
a path from between her shoulder blades all the way down to her
tailbone. "I just don't want anything to happen to your
"I have this nagging feeling that it's right under our nose,
we just can't see it."
"Well tell me where this nagging feeling is and I'll alleviate
it." He rubbed with added emphasis.
"You're right, maybe if I just clear my mind, put it on
the back burner for a while....How about we change the subject?......
How was <your> day?" Laura asked with sickening sweetness
and an evil grin, thinking about his 'arrest'.
"I have to admit there was a certain novelty in being frisked
by you and refreshing naughtiness in being handcuffed, but cutting
off my credit? Tsk, tsk, Laura. Couldn't you have had a little
more originality though. I mean you've done that....what?......
five, six times already?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Come now, Laura, admit it. I couldn't use my credit or
bank cards today. I know you cancelled them. You're always trying
to prove you have the upperhand in this relationship."
"I did NO such thing! And I only cut off your credit twice."
Indignant by the accusation, Laura tried to sit up and recover
her body with the towel.
Remington saw his plans for the evening upset and trying to leave.
Aside from an enticing view of her backside, the full-body massage
barely progressed past her shoulders. "Laura don't go."
Laura went into the bathroom. Arm crossed, Remington stood in
the doorway preventing her from shutting the door. She spoke
as she yanked her underwear back on "I have a busy day tomorrow."
Her head popped through the opening in the neck, "Jarvis
wants to wrap this up as soon as possible." She pulled up
her jeans and snapped them with a decisive finality. "I'm
going home, I doubt if I'll come into the office at all. When
you're ready to apologize, you know where you can find me."
Remington had enough. What did he do to deserve this? Sure, he
followed her earlier, but he paid his dues, they moved past that.
"Me apologize! Now wait just one bloody minute..."
Laura moved past him making a beeline for the door. Laura pulled
the door open just as Mildred was about to knock.
"Oh, Miss Holt!" Mildred exclaimed startled by the
door suddenly opening in front of her. She had been around the
two of them long enough to recognize when they were fighting.
"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting...."
"You're not interrupting anything, I'm leaving." Laura
said to Mildred, but looked at Mr. Steele.
"I just wanted to give the boss his new parking pass. He
didn't come back to the office this afternoon and I thought he
might need it tomorrow morning."
Seizing another opportunity to take a cheap shot, Laura insulted,
"What? Did you manage to lose your parking pass too?"
Remington bit back with noticeable resentment, "For your
information, Miss Holier-Than-Thou, mine didn't work this morning."
Not too long ago, Mildred would have jumped in, pulled the two
of them together to smooth things over. She feared their relationship
would self-destruct assaulted by misunderstandings and arguments.
Now she realized that these little disagreements were merely
waves in the eternal tide of their relationship. Sometimes they
would reach shore in thunderous crashes, sometimes they would
gently surge, but they always, always, always calmly receded.
Mildred gingerly stepped forward to place the parking pass on
the table in the entry. "I'll just leave this here."
She backed out, "Goodnight, folks."
Laura grabbed her purse off the same table then was grabbed by
a thought, "Your parking pass didn't work either?"
"Laura, it's late, If you want me to take the blame for
that too, so be it. I don't want to argue anymore." Remington
"No, no, that's not what I mean. Were your parking pass,
credit card and bank card all in your wallet?"
"You don't happen to have a magnet in your wallet, do you?"
"A magnet? No... Why?"
"Yeah, magnets disrupt the coded strip on the back. Where
has your wallet been today?"
"In my suit pocket. I had a devil of a time finding it at
first, this morning. It was hidden by that vest."
Laura got a insightful gleam on her face. She clutched the new
parking pass in one hand and Mr. Steele's wrist in the other,
"C'mon.... and bring that with you." She pointed to
the bulletproof vest.
They pulled into the entrance to of Century towers. He was still
in the dark concerning Laura's little experiment.
"First the control," Laura announced inserting the
new pass into the slot. She watched the barricade go up. Without
moving, she allowed the gate to return. She then rubbed the passkey
against the fabric of the vest and reinserted. Nothing. She quickly
put her car in reverse, "We have to go see Jarvis."
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