After a five minute pow-wow the two officers split up. The second officer went back to his cruiser, pulled away from the curb and disappeared into the night. Constable Shithead entered into the driver’s seat of our cruiser and started the engine.
“What’s happening?” I asked anxiously through the plexi-glass divider on the back of his seat that stood between us.
“Shut up!” he barked with what I had come to recognize as his usual charm. He accelerated the cruiser away from the curb and drove off down the road heading to the outskirts of town with the dash cluster casting a dim blue light upon his visage the side of which I could see over his right shoulder.
We drove past the edge of town out past the buildings and the city lights into darkness in a silence that was broken intermittently by chatter on the cruiser radio. I could not guess where he was taking me or what awaited me when we got there. Another beating? I was pretty sure it wasn’t a bottle of wine and a cabaret show. If he was taking me home to meet his parents, why, I’d have to politely decline. After all, we had just met, hardly knew each other, and Lord knows how I hate to rush things. It’s bad form.
“Where are we going,” I asked sitting forward in the seat so as to be heard through the plexi-glass.
Constable Shithead said nothing and remained looking fiercely forward into the night doing his best strong, silent type impression. The radio chirped, “52 back in the car.” “Roger 52.” I sat back in the ensuing silence and awaited my fate.
About fifteen minutes out of town in the middle of nowhere he pulled the cruiser off to the shoulder and threw the car in park. “Here we go,” I thought. “It all comes down to this, right now.” I tried to brace myself for whatever was about to come next. I was not my usual optimistic self.
Constable Shithead opened his door and got out of the cruiser. He came immediately to the rear door and flung it open. He bent down slightly so he could see my face. “It is the end of the line for you. Get out!” he commanded. He grabbed me roughly by the left arm and started tugging. Though I did not like what was happening I saw nothing to gain in resisting, so I allowed myself to be hauled by the arm out of the cruiser into the dark countryside.
Once out of the car he slammed the rear door and, still holding me by the arm, dragged me to the back of the cruiser. He took the key to the handcuffs from his belt, spun me around, and uncuffed me. He spun me around again so that I was facing him and then pushed me away from the car so abruptly that I fought to keep my balance. I didn’t at first understand what he was doing by taking me from the car and uncuffing me and then it dawned on me: he was leaving me here.
As if he had heard my thoughts he said with contempt in confirmation, “Your kind isn’t welcome in Langley.” Pointing off into the dark away down the highway away from town he continued, “Start walking and don’t come back.”
I was incredulous and like a record stuck in a groove I exclaimed again, “You can’t do that!”
He just looked at me and said, “We‘ve had that argument already and I think you don’t want to have it again.”
He was correct. I didn’t. “What am I supposed to do now?!” I asked exasperated.
“Start walking and don’t come back.” he said with menace.
Before I could reply he spun around and walked to the driver’s door of the cruiser and jumped in. He hauled the car around in a u-turn and accelerated the cruiser back down the highway in the direction of town.
“Well,” I thought to myself as I watched the taillights of the cruiser fade off into darkness in the distance, “This probably means we are broken up.” I looked about me but it was an overcast morning so there was no moonlight to see by. Everything was in darkness. I quickly took stock of my situation and reviewed the recent events of the morning since I left the bar. I concluded that I had most assuredly been wronged. I was indignant. The situation called for a response. I was not going to be so poorly treated and run out of town without a fight, so I did the only thing left for me to do: I picked up my feet and started walking back into town in defiance. This was not over.
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