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Three Trailers Down
Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Xlibris
ISBN-10: 1441557555
Type: Fiction
Pages: 278
Copyright: October 15, 2009
ISBN-13: 9781441557551
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
This is a stand alone novel but it is also a sequel to Smoke and Murders.
This follows the people involved in the investigation of the murder or the family in 1994.
The characters follow some of the actual events.
The story takes up after the court case has closed and follows the police after its found how crooked the police chief and his henchman have been running things.
There are man twists and turns and completes the story.
Excerpt
THE CHIEF WAS sitting in his office with
the door closed. The newspaper story had
broken on Friday, and he had a difficult
time explaining to his wife and children
what was happening. He thought he might
have that covered, where he wouldn’t
have to worry about his wife leaving or
the children having too rough a time. The
kids were teenagers and he knew their
friends didn’t care what parents did, and he was included. Now he had to figure out how to cool everything down to keep his job and be able to hold his head up again. The phone ringing shattered his concentration, but he wasn’t in any hurry to answer it. Someone calling this early on
Monday morning wouldn’t be good news.
“Chief here,” he said.
“This is Mayor Pate, Chief. I am in my
office, and I need to see you right now.”
Pate emphasized right now .
Yates could tell by the command that this was not going to be good. For years, he’d had calls from Roland Pate and this time it wasn’t the usual ‘when you get the time’ request. Yates left immediately for the short walk to the municipal building.
Entering the building, he saw the mayor
waiting for him, standing on the stair
landing between the two floors. Pate
motioned with his hand to follow him and
was sitting behind his desk when Yates
entered the mayor’s office.
“Sit down,” was the command – no
please or greeting. Yates sat.
“I want you to write out your
resignation,” Pate whined in his thin voice, as he handed Yates an official piece of stationery with the town seal at the top and officials listed on the sides.
“Well, let’s just wait a damn minute. You
think I am going to give up over twenty
years of work just because you hand me
a piece of paper and say quit? It ain’t
gonna happen! Where in the hell am I
going to find another job after you people have created all this shit?”
“Chief, we, town council, have enough to
prosecute if it comes to that; you are an embarrassment to the town. We are trying to keep this as hush-hush as we can so there is no discussion here.”
“You prosecute me and I will tell
everything I have been keeping secret on
everyone that is anyone in this town.
Twenty years worth. How the hell would
you like that?” Yates was seething. “You
can’t imagine what I know and can prove.
You want gossip and ruination? I got it
for you in spades.”
“You can’t stay. That is the decision of
the town council, the town attorney, and
town manager. There is no other choice.
That information may embarrass a lot of
people but it still won’t save your job.
Everyone is adamant about that,” Pate
said coolly.
“I get my pension or I’m going to make
you go through the whole nine yards of
kicking me out. All the expense of
dragging this thing out for years, if that’s what it takes. Along with dribbling out everything I know about these so-called prominent citizens. I will leave, but no prosecution, and I get my pension. Is that clear?”
“We talked at length about that last night, and I am authorized to give you those concessions. Write out your resignation and I will give you a letter to that agreement.” Pate handed the blank paper to Yates and left the office. When he returned, he had the conditions typed on Vinyard stationery. He read Yates’s resignation before signing and handing the agreement to him.
“Send Bill Kenny over when you go
back.” Again, no please, goodbye or any
other niceties.
About ten minutes later, Bill Kenny
knocked twice on Pate’s open office door.
Looking up, Pate said, “Sit down,” and
pointed to the chair across from his desk.
Again, he handed Kenny a blank sheet of
town stationery and told him to write out his resignation.
“Am I going to get any severance?”
Kenny asked.
“No,” came the answer. “We, the town
council, aren’t going to prosecute you.
That should be severance enough. Just
write it out.”
Bill Kenny hadn’t felt this way since he
was a child being punished. He started
writing and asked Pate when it should be
effective.
“Today. The quicker you and Yates are
gone, the quicker this thing will settle
down. Turn in all property belonging to
the town when you go back. Leave the
town vehicle in the lot and get a ride
home with one of the patrol officers,” Pate said as he was putting the resignation letter in a folder he pulled from his desk drawer. There was no goodbye or good luck as Pate busied himself with the task.
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