wait for other pieces to fall into place.”
“Maybe this will be a two-for and we’ll stop a slice of the drug trade. Kevin, is there any information you need for this interview of John Avery?”
“No this is good work Natalie. I hated when the brass contracted this work to you, but I’m not sure we would have found new clues on these two cases, so if it had to be someone outside the department, I’m glad it was you.”
“Thanks Kevin. You know my contract is not a reflection of poor work on your part, the SJPD is just understaffed.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said as they stood up and shook hands before Natalie left the building. She greeted acquaintances on her way out. It’d been several years since she worked here, but she knew a lot of people in this building. She considered herself a good interviewer and hated not being in on the action when they brought Avery in for questioning. Hopefully the case would be cracked wide open next week she thought as she approached her car while checking her emails. Kevin promised to keep her informed with the findings in the case and she’d have to be satisfied with that.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched a man walking through the parking lot on a collision course with her. There was something about his behavior that made her suspicious, starting with the fact that he looked like a thug. She decided to change course and return to the building as if she’d forgotten something. At the same time, she wanted to keep a few cars between her and the thug.
She surreptitiously looked around the area thankful that the sunglasses could hide the movement of her eyes. When she’d changed course, she noticed that he had also. They were on the side of the building for public parking, unfortunately all of the patrol cars as well as officer private cars were in a separate parking lot. If she was still a member of the force, she would have had a body armor vest on and a gun in her holster. As a private citizen, she had neither, although Damian had rigged a water pistol for her with pepper spray. It was lime green and plastic, so as to be immediately recognizable by the police as not a real gun. She could, however, shoot a thirty foot stream of pepper spray at anyone bothering her. She’d once told Damian she felt insecure no longer walking around with a gun on her. He told her that she’d get into a lot of worthless trouble carrying a gun and had mailed her the water gun with instructions to practice shooting it. She did and walked around with it loaded with a home based recipe for pepper spray. Her husband had at first laughed at the solution and then called Damian to express his thanks for the gift. His eyes had pained him for hours after he accidentally touched the solution then rubbed his eyes. He liked that his wife was happier and protected.
The thug continued his beeline for Natalie, clearly intending to cut her off before she turned the corner of the building where there would be a lot more people and officers using the building entrance. She pulled out her water gun and yelled, “Freeze right now!”
The thug ignored her warning and reached for something in the back of his pants.
Chapter Twelve
Natalie took aim and fired at the thug as he did likewise. He saw that she was holding a plastic water gun and gave her an evil grin, assured of who would come out the winner in this gun battle. Fortunately, while his bullet was faster, she gotten off her stream and he was hit in the face by it causing his shot to go wide. The noise of the gun brought people around the building to where the thug was moaning in agony with his hands over his eyes, his grin gone from his face.
Police immediately swarmed the two of them and took the guns off both of them. One of the officers recognized Natalie and asked her to make a statement as to what had happened. The thug continued to moan and would do so until his eyes were washed. Natalie’s
“Maybe this will be a two-for and we’ll stop a slice of the drug trade. Kevin, is there any information you need for this interview of John Avery?”
“No this is good work Natalie. I hated when the brass contracted this work to you, but I’m not sure we would have found new clues on these two cases, so if it had to be someone outside the department, I’m glad it was you.”
“Thanks Kevin. You know my contract is not a reflection of poor work on your part, the SJPD is just understaffed.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said as they stood up and shook hands before Natalie left the building. She greeted acquaintances on her way out. It’d been several years since she worked here, but she knew a lot of people in this building. She considered herself a good interviewer and hated not being in on the action when they brought Avery in for questioning. Hopefully the case would be cracked wide open next week she thought as she approached her car while checking her emails. Kevin promised to keep her informed with the findings in the case and she’d have to be satisfied with that.
Out of the corner of her eye, she watched a man walking through the parking lot on a collision course with her. There was something about his behavior that made her suspicious, starting with the fact that he looked like a thug. She decided to change course and return to the building as if she’d forgotten something. At the same time, she wanted to keep a few cars between her and the thug.
She surreptitiously looked around the area thankful that the sunglasses could hide the movement of her eyes. When she’d changed course, she noticed that he had also. They were on the side of the building for public parking, unfortunately all of the patrol cars as well as officer private cars were in a separate parking lot. If she was still a member of the force, she would have had a body armor vest on and a gun in her holster. As a private citizen, she had neither, although Damian had rigged a water pistol for her with pepper spray. It was lime green and plastic, so as to be immediately recognizable by the police as not a real gun. She could, however, shoot a thirty foot stream of pepper spray at anyone bothering her. She’d once told Damian she felt insecure no longer walking around with a gun on her. He told her that she’d get into a lot of worthless trouble carrying a gun and had mailed her the water gun with instructions to practice shooting it. She did and walked around with it loaded with a home based recipe for pepper spray. Her husband had at first laughed at the solution and then called Damian to express his thanks for the gift. His eyes had pained him for hours after he accidentally touched the solution then rubbed his eyes. He liked that his wife was happier and protected.
The thug continued his beeline for Natalie, clearly intending to cut her off before she turned the corner of the building where there would be a lot more people and officers using the building entrance. She pulled out her water gun and yelled, “Freeze right now!”
The thug ignored her warning and reached for something in the back of his pants.
Chapter Twelve
Natalie took aim and fired at the thug as he did likewise. He saw that she was holding a plastic water gun and gave her an evil grin, assured of who would come out the winner in this gun battle. Fortunately, while his bullet was faster, she gotten off her stream and he was hit in the face by it causing his shot to go wide. The noise of the gun brought people around the building to where the thug was moaning in agony with his hands over his eyes, his grin gone from his face.
Police immediately swarmed the two of them and took the guns off both of them. One of the officers recognized Natalie and asked her to make a statement as to what had happened. The thug continued to moan and would do so until his eyes were washed. Natalie’s
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