eddie catalina part 14 (the final chapter)

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the two policemen finished their meal and talked quietly among themselves. they seemed to be negotiating something or another. it was hard to tell. whenever anyone got close they were quiet. though whatever it was they were discussing didn’t take more than half an hour. at one point the two men shook hands.

when they both got up lt january put several $20′s on the table. he motioned to jerry the bartender who brought over a warm box with the fries and sandwich inside. then he spoke.

you know, lt, i can tell when you’re wrapping up whatever it is that you’re talking about whenever you come in here.

you’re a good bartender, jerry. one of the best. i appreciate it and so does mick. see you next time.

lt vacas shook jerry’s hand and the two cops went outside to the crown vic got in and made the trip downtown. with the light week night traffic they were there in no time.

lt january brought the nevada cop up stairs and handed sgt john’s his still semi warm sandwich with a nod and a wink. he also introduced him to lt vacas. the men shook hands and exchanged greetings.

our boy doing ok, mick?

good as he’s going to, loot. he ate some more and dozed off for awhile. but he’s awake now. getting antsy though.

fine. turn off the video recorder and eat your sandwich. the lt and i are going in.

sgt john’s turned off the recorder as the two lieutenants went into the interrogation room.

hi, eddie. how you doing?

ok, lt. i guess.

hang tight, eddie. this will be over soon. eddie, this is lt estaban vacas of the nevada state police.

hello, eddie. i’ve heard all about your recent travels in nevada and your trouble with the la cosa nostra.

hello, lt.

you know the lt vacas and i just might be able to help you out some, eddie.

oh? really. how so?

estaban, do you mind?

go right ahead, lt. this is your house.

eddie, long story short, you did pretty much everyone a favor when you shot those two hoods. especially us. the mob isn’t happy but who cares?

marvel didn’t wait for an answer and kept on talking.

the lt and i have come up with a solution to your problem, eddie. it may not be a permanent one but only time will tell. that will be up to you. more or less.

eddie sat there with his mouth open and a semi dumb struck look on his face as he fumbled around trying to shake a smoke out of the pack on the table. he didn’t speak.

here’s the deal. the lt and i don’t like the feds. they come in then big foot around and make a mess of things generally speaking. then they take whatever glory there is in anything they’ve mucked around in and screwed up. simple federal logic. and very annoying to any working cop. trust me, the feds have been sniffing around this one from the beginning. all the way back in washington, eddie. they’ve been watching. they think the mob is strictly in their purveyance. sometimes it is. but not this time. even though one of the thugs you killed was rumored to be thinking about working for the feds. you see where i’m going with this?

no. not yet. just keep talking. i’m beginning to like the way it’s going though.

maybe eddie. maybe. you can sit here and stand trial for second degree murder or maybe manslaughter or something depending on the DA and take your chances. let me tell you, your chances would be good. probably. only thing is there’s the feds. they are the wild card, eddie. if they like you they might put you in some witness protection program. because eddie, you’d be needing that if you’re found innocent. or they might just cut you loose. worse yet you get some weird ass jury and you end up the river for a few years. though odds are you don’t make the few years. you know this. right? then there’s the fact one of those dead guys in your apartment was maybe going to cozy up to the feds. plenty reason for them not to like you. this whole thing could go even more sideways than it already has. you following all of this eddie?

yeah. sorta. keep talking.

eddie, we’re giving you a choice. help the lt and i here when we need it or take a shot at the jury system and the feds. up to you. you take the jury system and feds then i read you your rights, right here and now. and the deal is gone.

i haven’t heard the deal yet. just help you two whenever…talk about weird. this is weird.

yeah, i guess so. but it isn’t the first time i’ve done this. it’s not kosher but it works and saves the taxpayers some money as well. and eddie, it saves you from the feds and the mob and a stupid set of jurors. regardless. at any rate, here it is.

eddie finally managed to get the cigarette lit and he inhaled deeply. he let the smoke out very slowly.

you leave here with lt vacas and go back to nevada with him.

whoa, wait a minute. i don’t like this…

let me finish, eddie. you go back with the lt and work for us when we need you. the rest of the time you’re on your own.

this is blackmail. extortion. it’s…

crazy, eddie? sure, i guess so. that’s fine. stay here. stand trial and the whole time the mob knows exactly where you are. every minute of every day. even the big foot feds aren’t that good, eddie. see where we’re going here?

holy crap. how am i supposed to help you two?

you’ve seen stuff, eddie. here in l.a. and vegas. you just point at pictures and maybe sometime point a guy out in person is all. we take care of the rest. best part of the deal is you’re a free man. no one to answer to except the two of us here in this room.

it doesn’t make any sense, lt. you know who these ass holes are. right? just arrest them. why do you need me? i don’t get it.

eddie. eddie. eddie. you want me to read you your rights or not? simple as that. yes or no.

jesus. no, of course not. what the…

good. lt you want to take over?

sure. eddie, you go back to nevada with me. actually, the three of us go back to nevada. the lt here is driving us back. you see the deal is he’s going up there to pick up your .357 and the ammo you tossed in the ditch on eastbound 80. we drive up because we can’t let you on a plane again until the other stuff is worked out. eddie, you aren’t really on the books yet, so to speak. understand?

yeah, i see. you guys are rouge cops. and i’m some sort of cop patsy. or snitch or some damn thing or another. i mean…

chill out, eddie. or i read you your rights. everything will work out. trust us.

holy crap. i don’t believe this.

you don’t have to eddie. just take the deal or start worrying again.

alright. alright. i’m in.

the two lieutenants looked at each other and smiled.

marvel spoke.

ok. we need to move. i can take care of my end on the phone while i’m driving. estaban?

me too. i just need to call the book store in tonapah to set things in motion. i have a couple of days before i have to be back.

ok. eddie on your feet. let’s book.

the two men got eddie to his feet and moved him out of the room. they kept him moving toward the elevators as lt january spoke to sgt johns.

mick, clean up the room but first get rid of the CD from the recorder. then you take a few days off. use up some of your comp time. i’ll let you know when i’m coming back into town.

sure, loot.

eddie was gently shoved into the elevator by the two cops. he stood at the back of the box and didn’t speak. he was too busy thinking to do any talking. he turned himself in for this? the last thing eddie heard as the elevator doors closed was the sound of a shredder eating a plastic CD.

jmh

this is the final chapter to date of “eddie catalina” as of today. at some point or another there will be more of eddie catalina. thanks for reading and your support. i appreciate it very much.

copyright 2014 by john hauge

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