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ALSO SUSPECTED HARBOURING OF A VURT ALIEN. A LIVE DRUG. DECREE
FIFTEEN QUITE PLAINLY STATES --
"Okay!" shouted Murdoch. "This is my score. I'm bringing you down for this.
Harbouring, possession, bootlegging. The whole shit. You're getting it." She
pulled a flame gun from her waist band.
The chair was clutching at me, and I could still feel the garden's touch on my
fingers.
"Game over. Partner, cuff them."
The fleshcop started to move, wallowing side to side under his fat middle.
Mandy had awoken now, and was rolling over towards the action. Her eyes were
fear-shot. The Beetle wasn't moving. Not yet. He was all folded up on the
settee, shaking from the jerkout and Vurtlag.
"Out of the way, girl," said Murdoch, not even looking at Mandy as she said
it. Mandy got up off the settee, cool and deadly. Murdoch had the gun pointed
straight at the Beetle's head.
"Okay, boss man, this is your alarm call."
Beetle didn't move.
Me neither. Felt like time was slowing down, and I was just a caught fly in
its embrace, wings in honey.
THIS IS NOT THE STANDARD PROCEDURE said the shadowcop.
"You want to file a complaint, Shaka?"
NO, MA'AM. I DO NOT.
Karli and Twinkle made a move towards Murdoch. The dog's paws were scratching
at the carpet.
"Call them off, little boy. You know it's the end."
I tried to, but my lips were parched and stuck, and my tongue was dead.
Twinkle and the dog were inches away from the cop.
"Call the fuckers off." Murdoch screamed, the gun locked between her fingers,
aimed with a raging full-on, dead set on the back of Beetle's head.
This is where he is, the hero, when you need him the most. Fast asleep on an
old worm-
hive settee, bought for a fiver down a Junk-U-Don't-Want.
"I got one cuffed, Murdoch." It was the partner speaking, his words flabby
with heavy breaths. My eyes made a quick glance. There was Mandy, all cuffed
up to one of the fatso cop's wrists. He was looking pretty pleased with
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himself. Most probably he'd never met a girl like
Mandy before.
Guy was gonna find out.
The shadowcop was firing inphos all over the room, looking for clues. I'M
GETTING
SOMETHING, he said.
"What is it?" asked Murdoch.
INSUFFICIENT INPHO AS OF YET.
"Thanks for the inpho, Shaka, but I think you're getting on my nerves, just a
little bit."
UNDERSTOOD. Shaka's eyes were flaring with bright orange, like he was working
up to a flame beam.
"Let's keep this under control, people." Murdoch was putting on a good show,
but I could see the sweat on her face. "That includes you, Shaka! Keep those
beams cool. No one gets hurt."
And the shadowsnake's eyes went from hot to cold. You could see the
disappointment all the way through his swirling body.
Twinkle and the dog were close to the moment now, except they didn't know what
to do, how to handle it. Twinkle was reaching out with one hand, almost as if
she was going to say, "Please don't hurt my friends, Mrs Shecop," and I
wouldn't put it past her. The dog was making a low growl.
"Back off, Twinkle," I said. My tongue felt like a slug nested in my throat.
And she did, the youngster, this being my sad little power over her. Her hand
dropped slowly to her dirty dress, where it fiddled and twirled in the folds.
"Back off, Karli." My voice again. And the dog obeyed, so maybe there was more
to Suze than I thought. She'd given me the power over the dog, passed it on,
all in secret. Karli moved back slightly but her eyes were still clenched and
full of damage.
"Okay. Everybody's happy," breathed Murdoch, the gun still on a straight run
to Beetle's brain. "Cuff the other one," she added, nodding her head towards
me. The partner came towards my chair, dragging Mandy behind. In his free hand
he held a new set of cuffs.
"I'm running out of hands, Murdoch," he said.
"Just fucking do it!" was her reply. "To the chair!" So the fat cop made a
move towards me, fumbling with the key and the cuffs. This guy was a loser, I
know that now, but he still had a few seconds of dominance left in him. He
waved the cuffs in front of my slow eyes.
"Take it easy, young man," he said to me.
I couldn't move my body, but I could move my mouth, having already proved
that. "Take a running fuck, fatso." I said, not even knowing I had those words
within me.
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