behind the badge
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In Book 10 of the Justin Graves Horror Short Story Series, bad cops use deadly force against a teenage boy who's arguing with his mother about joining the army. They know that firing a gun while on duty is a serious matter, but these cops have contingency plans in case they get brought up on charges. It's called a 'drop.' They may have fooled the internal affairs investigators, but they haven't fooled Justin Graves. In hell, guns are not allowed.TRANSCRIPT
Behind the Badge – Justin Graves Series Book 10 Copyright © 2012 by Terry Wright
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidences are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Cover Art by Terry Wright
ISBN 978-1-936991-52-5
A new kind of justice is coming Texas Ranger Justin Graves and his rebellious daughter, Christy, are dead, both murdered by her drug-dealer boyfriend, Billy Denton. Due to Justin’s dedication to the department and long hours away from home, he blames himself for her life of crime, so he makes a deal with the devil to save her soul: one hundred bad guys in exchange for her pardon from hell. Now, in his rotting corpse, he returns from the grave to deliver the devil his dues, the souls of killers who’d gotten away with murder.
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This story was inspired by the 2003 killing of Paul Childs, a distraught teenage boy who was shot by Denver police officers while he stood behind a closed screen door at his home. Instead of talking to him or using non-lethal force to defuse the situation, cops chose to shoot him dead, even as he held a kitchen knife to his own chest, because he wouldn't obey their commands to drop the weapon.
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By
Terry Wright
Officer Stone sat in his patrol car behind Krueger’s Gym,
drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The muggy Texas night
made his neck sweat. He was itching for a good fight.
“Carmichael and Thorp are slower than dirt,” he said to his partner,
Gil Baker, riding shotgun.
“Quit your bitchin’. They’ll be here.”
Stone allowed him shoot his mouth off like that. Baker had once
said that Deckers PD was the last hole-in-the-wall department that
would hire him. After a brutal arrest caught on video in Los Angeles last
year, he was lucky to get this job. Goddamned bureaucrats, he’d said. I
should’ve plugged ‘em all with hollow points. Stone had been impressed
enough with the badass cop’s attitude that he’d requested him to be his
partner.
A squad car came down the alley with its lights off.
Adrenaline jolted Stone’s heartbeat up a notch. “About time they
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got here.”
Tires crunched gravel, and the car stopped. Doors opened. Two
cops got out. Carmichael, a brut of an officer with arms the size of
railroad ties lumbered up to Stone’s open window. “We ready?”
“Fuller’s inside,” Stone said. “Last we heard, Carson was working
out on the heavy bag.”
Thorp, a neckless weightlifter in his spare time, ambled up beside
his partner. “Carson is undefeated,” he said. “The boxing champ around
these parts.”
“He’s a punk.” Stone pushed open the door and pulled his six-foot-
six frame out of the car. Standing a head above the others, he balled a
fist. “Don’t let this baby-face fool you.” He pointed to his soft-looking
face and frowned. “I can take him with one hand tied behind my back.”
“I’d rather bench press 400 pounds,” Thorp said.
Baker jumped in with his two cents for Stone. “I know you’ve
busted a lot of heads in your time, but Carson…he’ll be tough to beat,
not like that snot-nosed kid at Camp Pendleton you killed.”
“It was an accident,” Stone barked. That was his story and he was
sticking to it.
Carmichael grinned. “You can’t bullshit us good ol’ boys.”
These guys were the best partners in crime a police officer could
ever ask for. “Let’s roll.”
Stalking toward the back door of Krueger’s Gym, Stone
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remembered a time when he was a Marine drill sergeant and how he’d
broken a recruit’s neck. It wasn’t an accident. Top Brass had ordered
their drill sergeants to go easy on the new troops in basic training; the
poor babies missed their mommies. One kid bucked his authority. A bad
apple in the barracks wasn’t acceptable. During hand-to-hand combat
class, Stone broke the kid’s neck, kind of like pulling a weed from the
garden, got rid of the problem. But the Marines labeled Stone an
undesirable, gave him a hardship discharge, and swept the murder under
the carpet.
Five years later, after being fired from two other departments for
using excessive force and the unjustified discharge of a firearm, he
found himself in the company of these good ol’ boys in Deckers PD.
Thorp had five shootings on his record, two deaths. Carmichael liked to
play both sides of the street, took bribes and kickbacks, and broke a few
legs along the way. And Fuller, who was watching Carson inside
Krueger’s Gym, had racked up three civil lawsuits against Pasadena for
police brutality. They say Fuller always carried a drop, a gun or a knife
that he could plant at the scene, just in case someone made a bad call.
Yeah, the good ol’ boys, misfits and undesirables, they’d found a
common bond. It wasn’t all about police work, though. They’d spend
three nights a week at the police gym, three at the shooting range, and
one at Molly’s Hideaway getting laid.
Stone followed the good ol’ boys into Krueger’s Gym. Tonight,
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he’d come here to kick Carson’s ass, put him in his place after some
snitch heard him talking trash against the police department’s good ol’
boys policies. Stone wasn’t afraid of muscles and knuckles. He wasn’t
afraid of anything.
Floorboards creaked under his boots as he made his way down a
dingy hallway lit by one naked ceiling bulb that winked on and off.
Cigar smoke hung in the air like swamp fog. Passing by the men’s room,
he could smell the stink of urine and vomit and crappy toilets.
Fuller met them in the hall. “There he is,” he said, pointing.
“Carson.”
He must’ve been 290 pounds of hard-packed flesh and bone, his
black skin shining with sweat, his wide ivory-ringed eyes glaring at the
good ol’ boys as they entered the main gym. A boxing ring with sagging
ropes took up most of the center floor. Barbells and weight machines
lined the far wall, and the heavy bag hung from the ceiling on a stout
chain. The place smelled like dirty socks.
Some of the toughest men in Deckers gathered around the
newcomers. Most were heavily tattooed; some were missing teeth. They
all looked pissed off at the intrusion of law enforcement.
Clutching the bag as if it were his lover, Carson gave Stone a fat-
lipped grin. “You boys come to play?”
Stone unhooked his gun belt and handed it to Baker. “Just me.”
The good ol’ boys stood tall, hands on their hips, their eyes daring
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anyone to start a fight.
Carson’s eyes narrowed and his smile showed perfect white teeth.
He let go of the bag, flexed his biceps, and puffed out his chest. With
muscles rippling, he stepped forward, fists balled. “So I see. You came
for a boxing lesson.”
“Not quite.” Rolling up his shirtsleeves, Stone flexed his biceps
and put up his fists. “I’m here to give you a lesson in keeping your
mouth shut.” Talking tough often weakened an opponent’s resolve,
broke down a man’s self-confidence, and made tough-guys wonder if
they were tough enough.
Carson huffed. “You’d risk getting that pretty-boy face of yours
messed up?”
“You don’t scare me.”
“I will.” Carson came at him full force.
Stone let loose a barrage of quick punches, each one well placed
sledgehammer blows that could have knocked out a horse.
Knuckles cracked on jawbone. A couple of Carson’s white teeth
clattered on the floor. Blood spewed from his mouth. His smile
wrenched into a fearsome snarl as he growled like a crazed beast and
lunged forward.
Sidestepping, Stone nailed him with a fist to the back of his neck,
something he’d learned in the Marines, a quick way to disable an
attacker.
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Carson went down like a bag of dirty laundry. Moaning sounds
came from his throat.
Stone felt invincible. “Anybody else?” He showed his fists to the
throng of thugs standing around.
There were no takers.
***
In front of Deckers High School, Nate stood toe-to-toe with his
girlfriend, Jasmine, wishing she wasn’t so pissed off.
She crossed her arms and glared at him. Her black face was
scrunched up like a dried prune. “No, I tell yah, yah hear?”
He squinted against the last rays of the setting sun. “You’re jiving
me, girl!”
“You know I ain’t. No man of mine is gonna leave me hangin’ out
around this dump. A girl’s got to keep her priorities straight.”
“But I gotta do my duty for my country.”
“What a crock of shit! Buddy Chester, now he ain’t figurin’ on
doin’ no duty. He can take care of me just fine whilst you’re gone to that
Army place.”
“Graduation’s in a week, girl. You know what my recruiter said.
They need volunteers to help fight the terrorists. Why you gotta go on
like this?”
“Ever since you turned 18 you think you’re some kind of big man.
But you ain’t nothin’ but a skinny little black boy with stupid dreams.”
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Nate wanted to scream, but he held his temper. Why couldn’t she
understand? “I thought we was in love.”
She turned her back on him. “It’s over, you and me. I got Buddy
now.”
“But…”
A black Ford Taurus screeched up to the curb. Doors popped open.
Buddy Chester got out, along with a couple of his black brothers from
Deckers High. Standing taller than six foot, he put on his Foster Grants
as sunshine glistened off a silver ring in his left earlobe. “Got a problem,
fool?”
“Shit!” Nate said under his breath.
Jasmine batted her eyelashes. “Oh, Buddy. This creep’s been
hastlin’ me.”
Creep? Nate couldn’t believe it. Up until a few minutes ago, he
was her boyfriend. But he didn’t have time to worry about her attitude.
The brothers had gathered around him, looking all bad from the hood.
Gulping, he held up a black power fist. “Be cool now, home boys.”
Buddy pulled a switchblade that made an ominous clicking sound
as it snapped open. “I’m gonna cut yah, nigger.”
Panic raced through Nate like a firestorm. Anger fueled the flames.
First his girl dumped him, called him a creep, and then this steroid
infested African Amazon called him the N word. If Nate took off
running now, Jasmine would know he was a coward. He wasn’t about to
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give her that pleasure. Besides, one thing he’d learned from his dad:
show no fear. He took a step back, slipped a hand into his baggy jeans,
and pulled out a pocketknife.
The brothers started laughing.
“What you gonna do with that little thing?” Buddy asked.
“Back off, bros.” Nate waved the knife. Right about now he
wished he’d sharpened the damn thing. “Leave me alone.”
One of the brothers grabbed him from behind; another snatched the
knife from his hand. They threw him on the ground. Buddy kicked him
in the ribs.
Gasping air, Nate heard Jasmine laughing as they piled into the
Taurus and sped away.
“Bastards!” Nate felt like breaking something. He’d lost his
girlfriend, his pride, and his knife. Clutching sore ribs, he got up off the
ground and headed for home.
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About the Author
There’s nothing mundane in the writing world of Terry Wright. Tension, conflict and suspense propel his readers through the pages as if they were on fire. Published in Science Fiction and Supernatural, his mastery of the action thriller has won him International acclaim as an accomplished screenplay writer. A longtime member of the Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers, he runs their annual Colorado Gold Writing Contest. Terry lives near Denver with his wife, Bobette.
Terry invites you to visit his Website at www.terrywrightbooks.com where you’ll find more information on his short stories, novels, and screenplays.
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