Cross-Over Murders by Frank F. Atanacio Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four

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How Captain Roque Missed The Pick-up
The captain had ran the binoculars for what seemed the fiftieth time over the decoyed area. He was frustrated that no one had stopped and tried to pick up any of his plants. It was almost like watching a failure in progress. A failure he really want no part of. He was watching the contractors talking to everyone else, rather than the decoys. He was confused by their actions, and that confusion led to his frustration.
He turned his sights over to a red headed woman crossing the street. She was beautiful and captivating. The captain couldn’t believe he didn’t take his sights off of her. Anyone watching would have found themselves just as spellbound by her exotic looks. Her face was somewhat triangular in its general structure, and her eyes were deep set and a piercing green. She had thick red hair which was pinned up and held together with a pin that resembled a butterfly. Her ears a slight on the large side, and earrings dangling down from them were oversized.
“Captain?”
The captain turned to face his young cadet and smiled with a hint of an embarrassed look. “Yes, I was err...”
The cadet smiled.

The ground was rumbling beneath the car. Only for a moment did the cadet think it was an earthquake. He looked to the left side of the car and noticed a cement truck rumbling by. It had plans to stop, but noticed that the captain’s vehicle was an unmarked police cruiser, so it continued on.
“Maybe that’s it,” he said to the captain.
The captain nodded.
“Hey, isn’t that the kid that O’Brien wanted us to keep away from this area until after we caught the Cross-Over murderer?”
The captain looked at the young man crossing the street and noticed that he was in fact the one that Zoraida wanted Nick to keep an eye out for. “Yeah.”
“Hey,” the cadet called.
The young teenager looked briefly and ran quickly toward a car wash building on Madison Avenue.
“Should we go after him?”
“Yeah, lets do it quickly,” the captain replied.
They started the cruiser up and quickly chased down the young teenager. They pinned him up against the side entrance of a window detailing building. The place was closed, and the fence to the garage area was locked, so the teenager had no place to run.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” The captain asked as he jumped out of the car.
“Looking for work,” replied the young teenager.
“This is a restricted area for you until we capture the murderer,” the captain said. “Do you understand me?’
He nodded slowly.
“Do you have a ride home?”
“No.”
“Well, you can’t stay here.”
The cadet noticed another Latino male walking toward the captain so he jumped out of the car leaving the communications devices unmanned. “Hey, hold it right there!”
“I’m just a friend,” said Roman Deharte. “I’ll take him home. I have a car.”
“Yeah, probably not registered,” said the cadet.
“Felix, stand down!” the captain snapped at his trainee. “That was disrespectful, and uncalled for. I want you to apologize to this man.”
The cadet was taken back as his eyes narrowed and his lips puckered.
“Well?”
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“No problem, it happens all the time,” Deharte said as he walked toward the captain and the young teenager. “Come on Papa, I’ll take you home.”
“I gotta work,” he shouted.
“It’s too dangerous out there,” said the captain. “And we promised someone we’d watch you. And to be honest with you. We have too much going on to just watch you so we would rather have you not here at all.”
While in the cruiser unmanned: Okay captain, I will have to cut communications with you because I am being picked up by a painter. He is a very dark black male riding a fiery red pick-up truck. The painting company is called Devilishly Creative Paint. Captain did you get all of this? Over and out! Can’t talk anymore. Make sure you stay close. He can be a challenge and I am not armed.
The radio in the cruiser went silent.
“Explain to this young man that we need to keep this place clear. It’s only until we capture the murderer.” said the captain.
“I do understand,” said Deharte. “I will make sure he comes with me to a rally I have planned to explain to these people that you guys are trying to keep us safe, and we can’t help by getting in your way.”
The captain smiled.
“I’ll take him home, and don’t worry about anything else,” said Deharte. “My rally at Seaside Park, will be productive.”
“I appreciate that,” said the captain as he walked back to the cruiser. “And tell him as soon as we capture this crazy animal, he can go back to work. I also do hope it will be soon.”
“Thank you sir,” Deharte said as he slung his back pack over his shoulders and grabbed the young teenager by the arm. “Come on papa.”
The captain smiled.
“Ready to head back, captain?” the cadet asked.
“I got about fifteen more minutes of pick-up watch left before we head back,” the captain replied. “Anything from the radios?”
“They were quiet sir,” said the cadet.
The captain nodded.
“Too bad we didn’t get any action,” said the cadet.
“That’s good in a way that we didn’t get any action,” he said as he jumped back into his cruiser. “We were too far from the pick-up sight to see anything suspicious. I’m glad the radios were silent.”
The cadet smiled.
The red-headed female walked by the captain’s cruiser and he took several minutes staring at her and he smiled.
“What is it captain?”
He stared at her again briefly and said flatly, “You know, she really isn’t that hot after all.”