THE DETECTIVES OF
THE 9TH PRECINCT
SERIES
“RAZOR WEST”
“Steve….Steve what in the holy shades of
Hannah are you doing?”
“I’m trying to kill a fly!! This damn
fly has been bugging me for days!!! It’s a flying menace!!!”
“Hey watch that fly swatter!!” Neal
exclaims.
“Sorry! I hate flies!!” Steve replies as
he swings the fly swatter again knocking a cup of pencils off of the desk.
“Hey! Do you have to do that now?” Neal
asks.
“Yes I have to do this now! Neal this
fly is huge!!! It has to be a
Neal laughs. “Why do you say that?”
“Because it’s huge, it picked up half of
my sandwich!!!” Steve exclaims as he continues to swing the fly swatter.
Neal laughs again. “No it didn’t stop
fibbing!!”
“You wasn’t here so you didn’t see it….”
The next sound is a loud slap.
“Hey Steve you got it….so what’s wrong
now?” Neal asks. “Oh don’t tell me that you feel bad?”
“Yeah I kinda do I mean I hope it didn’t
suffer.”
“You and Ruby are the only two people I
know of that feels bad when they kill a fly, what are you looking for now?”
“A matchbox.” Steve replies.
“A match….don’t tell me that you want
to….”
“….Bury it.” They both say at the same
time.
“Yeah.” Steve replies as he looks over
at Neal.
Neal shakes his head as he rummages thru
his desk. “Here you go a matchbox.”
“Thanks.” Steve replies as he takes the
box.
“You remind me of Joey when his goldfish
died….”
“Hector died???!!!” Steve exclaims
loudly.
“Oh brother….”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Steve asks.
“I’m sorry, Hector wanted a quiet
service and a burial at sea but when its Harry’s the hamster time to go I will
make sure that you are there.”
“How is Harry by the way?” Steve asks.
“Harry is….Steve!!! I’m sure that no one
wants to hear about flies….”
“What about button flies?” Steve asks.
“Button flies?” Neal asks.
“Yeah as opposed to the zipper, you know
Neal have you talked to Joey what the dangers of the zipper, if you know what I
mean?”
“Steve how did we go from flies to
zippers?”
“It was a natural progression besides
these pants are button fly! They are just the coolest thing ever!! The only
drawback is if you miss a button then you have to go back and start all
over!!!”
“Steve nobody cares about the state of
your zipper….”
“Button fly.” Steve correct him.
“Whatever! We are here to talk about the
next case not whether you have a zipper or button fly….or if you wear boxers or briefs….”
“I don’t….” Steve replies.
“Don’t what?” Neal asks.
“Wear boxers or briefs that is why a
button fly is so important!!”
“Jeez Louise!!!” Neal replies as he
shakes his head. “Can we talk about this case please?”
“Sure which one did you pick?” Steve
looks at the file. “Razor West? Now that is an interesting pick I like it!
Let’s do it after I come back.” Steve replies.
“Come back? Come back from where?” Neal
asks.
“The bathroom I just noticed I missed a
button!!!” Steve yells back at him.
“Anyway this time we are going to talk
about the case Razor West and I’m not going to wait on my button fly happy
friend….it started something like this.”
V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7
“Neal I’m telling you right now this
better be important to bug me on a Sunday!!! I knew when you gave me this
stupid whatchamacallit….”
“It’s a pager.” Neal replies.
“What?” Steve asks.
“I said it’s called a pager.”
Neal hears Steve take a deep breath on
the other end. “Whatever!! Mattie and I….”
“Mattie, oh the stewardess?”
“No.” Steve replies.
“The waitress?”
“No.” Steve replies again.
“The dog walker?”
“I don’t have any girlfriends that are
dog walkers!” Steve replies.
“Steve you have so many girlfriends I
cant keep track of all of them!!”
“Mattie is the receptionist at my
doctor’s office!” Steve replies.
“Oh yeah you mean when you went there
for the rash?” Neal asks as he laughs.
“I already told you it was an allergic
reaction and it wasn’t catching!! You didn’t catch it did you?”
“No not yet.” Neal laughs.
“Neal I was headed on that highway to
romance and then all of a sudden I hit a big pothole and that pot hole is you,
what do you want?”
“We have to go to work.” Neal replies as
he cringes.
“WHAT!!!! IT’S SUNDAY!!!”
Neal holds the phone away from his ear.
“Yes Steve I know its Sunday and Ruby and I we had plans as well but there’s
been….”
“I bought some wine and I was going to grill
some steaks and after we had a nice meal I was going to rub her feet…women love
to have their feet rubbed Neal and then I was going to rub….”
“There’s been a report of two dead
bodies!” Neal says quickly.
“It should be illegal….!!” Steve
replies.
“It is illegal….”
“I know that you big dope! I meant it
should be illegal to have dead bodies on Sunday!!!”
“Put the wine back in the fridge, let
the steaks marinate a little longer and for god sakes put some pants on and
I’ll be there soon to collect you.” Neal replies.
“Ah alright.”
“And tell Mattie to keep her shirt on….”
Neal replies.
“She’s not wearing a shirt actually
she’s not wearing….”
“I don’t want to know just make sure
that you’re dressed.” Neal instructs.
“Ah alright you really know how to cramp
a guy’s style Neal.” Steve says before he hangs up.
AN HOUR LATER:
“Don’t pout it gives you wrinkles.” Neal
replies.
Steve takes the log book out of the
glove box. “Where are we headed?”
“Oceanview Cliffs.”
“Fancy.” Steve replies as he writes in
the log book then he puts the bubble light on the roof.
“She didn’t want to wait did she?” Neal
asks.
“Nope.”
“Sorry about that.” Neal replies as he
drives on.
“Not as sorry as I am I could be having
sex right about now.”
“Steve sex isn’t everything.” Neal
replies.
“People who have sex all the time always
say that!”
“It’s Sunday so that means it’s time and
a half!” Neal replies.
“Neal money isn’t everything.”
“People who have money all the time
always say that.” Neal replies as he looks at Steve.
“I don’t have money all the time.” Steve
points out.
“Yes you do….you’re so tight you squeak
when you walk.”
“First of all I had a beautiful
half-naked woman in my apartment but she got mad and she left and now you’re
giving me a hard time!!!” Steve replies.
“My goodness you’re moody today, what
gives?”
“Ah I don’t know I just feel….feel
pookie.” Steve replies.
“Pookie?” Neal repeats.
“Yeah you know when you just don’t feel
right, not like yourself.”
Neal thinks on this a moment. “Well then
if you don’t feel like yourself then who do you feel like?”
“Ah shut up!” Steve replies as he puts
his chin in his hand as he looks out of the window.
OCEANVIEW CLIFFS THE
WHITEHEAD ESTATE:
“Yowzer Neal look at this house!!! It’s
huge!!!” Steve replies as he looks up at it.
“Yeah man I bet both of our apartments
could fit in here!! Hey Jack how’s it going?” Neal asks as he takes the
clipboard that Jack hands him and he signs in.
“Not too bad how’s it going with you
guys?” Jack asks.
“It’s Sunday.” Steve replies as he takes
the clipboard from Neal.
“Don’t pay any attention to him he’s
feeling pookie today.” Neal explains.
Jack nods his head knowingly. “Yeah you
know my wife feels that way around her time of the month….”
Neal laughs as Steve takes the clipboard
and he shoves it into Jack’s chest. “Ha-ha and ha!!! Where are they?”
“In the study.” Jack replies as Steve
pushes passed as they go into the house.
Immediately Steve runs right into the
back of Neal who has stopped and is looking up at the second floor and Steve
bounces off of him.
“Hey!” Steve replies.
“Oh sorry I was just wondering how many
bedrooms this place has….” Neal replies.
“Five bedrooms….” An older man replies
from the staircase where he sits with a woman that he is trying to comfort.
“….I’m the caretaker and this is my wife, she’s the cook and she found the
bodies.”
Steve takes a notepad out of his pocket.
“I’ll talk to them.” Steve replies.
“And I guess I’ll talk to Sam.” Neal
replies as he goes off into the study.
“Hello Detective happy Sunday to you.”
Sam replies.
“Oh don’t let Steve hear you say that.”
Neal replies.
“Why does he have something against
Sundays?”
“Only working on them….so what have we
got here?” Neal asks.
“Two bodies and I am about to make your
job very easy Detective.”
“Oh really Sam why is that?” Neal asks
as he kneels down at one of the bodies.
“Because this is your everyday garden
variety murder suicide, a textbook case actually.” Sam replies.
“Really? So who ah….” Neal asks.
“The older man shot the younger then the
older man turned the gun on himself and time of death was sometime last night,
they both died very quickly.” Sam explains.
“Well Sam actually this only makes your
job easier we still have to figure out why this happened you know.” Neal
explains.
“That is so true.” Sam replies.
“Any idea who they are….”
“Yeah the older guy is Robert J.
Whitehead does that name sound familiar?” Steve asks as he comes into the room.
Sam and Neal both shake their heads no.
“Should it?” Neal asks.
“Yes it should Robert J. Whitehead is or
should I say was the biggest financer in this county, he owns the First Bank of
Oceanview and a lot of other high dollar real estate and I think that he also
made a killing, no pun intended in pork bellies.”
“Is that what the caretaker and his wife
told you?” Neal asks.
“No that isn’t what the caretaker and
his wife told me I read the financial section of the paper!” Steve replies as
he points to himself.
Neal glances over at Sam. “Oh I see.”
Neal replies.
“Those of us who have money all the time
do those things you know.” Steve replies sarcastically.
Neal rolls his eyes. “So did they happen
to tell you who the young guy is?”
“Nope they never saw him before. Did
your guys check him for I.D.?” Steve asks Sam.
“I think they said that he had a
wallet.” Sam replies.
“Well since we already know who did what
to whom I guess I can check him right here.” Neal replies.
Since the young man was lying on his
back Neal patted down his jacket pocket and finding nothing there he worked his
way down to his pants and to his pants pockets.
“Bingo look what I found!” Neal exclaims
as he holds up the wallet. “Let’s see his name is Trevor Williams and he is
from
“His clothes are good quality and he
looks to be well-kempt. His fingernails are manicured.” Steve replies as he
points it out to Neal. “Fashionable haircut, young and very good-looking are
you thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve asks.
“How old do you think the late Mr.
Whitehead is?” Neal asks.
“Fifties easily.”
“Did Mr. Whitehead leave a wife by
chance?” Neal asks.
Steve nods. “That he did….”
“And let me guess she is young and
beautiful….”
Steve smiles. “Neal you know when you
grow up you ought to be a detective!! According to the caretaker she is young
and beautiful and putting two and two together you get four….”
“Our young and beautiful Trevor here was
having an affair with the equally young and beautiful Mrs. Whitehead and the
hubby found out about it and he killed him.”
“That is a good theory but the caretaker
said that Mrs. Whitehead is out of town and she should be back either tomorrow
or the next day. And don’t you think it is odd that her lover would come here
to the house when she isn’t even in town, why risk the chance of running into
the husband with a loaded revolver? Na it is like day old bread man I ain’t
buying it.”
Neal looks down at the body. “It could
have been one of those ultimatum types of things….”
“Na the caretaker said that they seem
very happy to him.”
“Oh yeah everybody is always very happy
until somebody becomes unhappy and someone ends up dead or in this case two
people.” Neal replies.
“Hey Detectives we found something.” One
of the Coroner’s attendants replied.
Neal and Steve go over to where he is
standing. “After we moved the body we found that.” The attendant says as he
points down to the rug. Steve and Neal both kneel down next to it.
“Now that is something you don’t see
everyday.” Steve replies.
“Yeah I’ll say a razor blade on a
chain.”
“A gold chain to be exact.” Steve points
out. “Hey there’s something on there.”
“Hey Sam do you have a rubber glove.”
Neal asks over his shoulder.
Sam hands Neal a glove and Neal puts it
on then he picks up the chain close to the razor blade. “It’s a number, number
67. Well that is odd.”
“Do they number razor blades?” Steve
asks.
“I don’t think so.”
“Maybe it’s some sort of drug thing or
something.” Steve replies.
“It looks clean but we’ll let the lab
have a look at it. Hey Scott put this in an envelope okay.”
Scott holds out an envelope and Neal
slips the razor blade and necklace into it.
“Alright boys I will let you know if I
find anything interesting after I do the autopsies.”
“Thanks Sam.” Neal replies.
“I think I found a picture of the wife.”
Steve replies as he looks at a picture of her sitting on the desk.
Neal whistles. “Yowzer! She is a beauty
alright. Look here’s their wedding picture.”
“Hmmm well they do look happy.” Steve
replies. “The caretaker said that they were married five years.”
“No kids I take it?”
“Nope.” Steve replies.
“This big house for just the two of
them.” Neal says as he looks around.
“Maybe they have a lot of visitors.”
“Maybe. Steve look what’s written on the
desk calendar.”
“What?” Steve asks as he comes up beside
Neal.
“It says that Marilyn will be back
tomorrow, he’s arranged a car to pick her up. She’s arriving on Air
“Well I suggest we pick her up and tell
her what happened, it won’t be a very happy welcome home for her.” Steve
replies.
“True. I have a feeling this will turn
out to be an interesting case. Let’s leave this stuff until we talk to Mrs.
Whitehead. Let’s go around with the caretaker and make sure the place is secure
and then we’re have to arrange to have an officer guard it.” Neal replies as
they make their way thru the room.
“This whole thing just strikes me as
odd.” Steve replies as he looks at Neal. “Just odd.”
“Together we will figure it out, let’s
go partner.”
THE 9TH
PRECINCT CONFERENCE ROOM THE NEXT MORNING:
“Here’s your cup of coffee Mrs.
Whitehead.” Steve replies as he sets it down in front of her.
“Thank you Detective.” She replies as
she takes a sip.
“We’re sorry that we had to tell you
this Mrs. Whitehead after such a long flight and all.”
She tucks a strand of hair behind her
ear. “To tell you the truth it hasn’t all sunk in yet. I just can’t believe
that Bobby would do something like that then kill himself?”
“Look at the picture again of Trevor if
you don’t mind you’re sure that you haven’t seen him before?” Steve asks.
She holds the photograph up as she nods.
“Yes positive. I know all of Bobby’s business associates, we are I mean we were
always having dinner parties with them and such.” Then she starts to tear up
and Steve hands her a tissue.
“Mrs. Whitehead we can always do this
later.” Steve replies.
“Oh no I rather do it now. Oh my
goodness I have so much to do now, his lawyer, I have to contact his lawyer to
tell him what has happened. How do I explain it?” She asks.
“Mrs. Whitehead….” Neal replies.
“Please call me Marilyn.”
Neal smiles. “Alright Marilyn we have to
ask you about your trip to
“I understand.”
“How long were you there?” Steve asks.
“I was there a week.” Marilyn replies.
“Did you go alone?” Neal asks.
“Oh no I was with my business partner
Kay Price; you see we own a few clothing boutiques, very upscale little
boutiques. We specialize in clothing and jewelry from all over the world; we
were on a buying trip to
“How are they doing?” Steve asks.
“It took awhile for it to take off but
now they are very successful, oh you don’t think my little boutiques had
something to do with….” Marilyn asks concerned.
“Oh no no we don’t it’s just that….”
Neal replies.
“….It’s still so early in our
investigation we have to cover all the angles you see. How long have you been
married?”
Marilyn smiles as she plays with her
wedding ring. “Five years last month.”
“Marilyn we have to ask you about your
marriage.” Neal asks slowly.
“I see….” Marilyn replies.
“Were there any….affairs?” Steve asks.
Marilyn sits up a little straighter in
her chair. “Oh I understand now, you think this Trevor person and I was having
an affair and Bobby found out and killed him?”
“Well it did cross our minds.” Neal
replies.
“No Detectives I wasn’t having an affair
with this Trevor person or with anyone else for that matter.”
“What about Mr. Whitehead?” Steve asks.
“My husband was a wonderful, loving man.
He did a lot of wonderful things for the community and he helped a lot of
people and no he wasn’t having any affairs, our marriage was very happy.”
“Your husband was fifty something?” Neal
asks.
“He was fifty-two years old Detective and
I am thirty-two, and yes he was much older than I but it didn’t matter.”
Marilyn replies.
“Have you ever seen this before?” Steve
asks as he tosses a clear plastic bag on the table that contained the razor
blade and gold chain.
“No what is it?” Marilyn asks.
“We were hoping that you could tell us.”
Neal replies.
“It was found with your husband’s body.”
Steve replies.
“A razor blade on a chain? I have no
idea why he would have that.”
“Marilyn we would like your permission
to go thru your husband’s possessions, his desk etc.” Neal asks.
“Yes I think that would be alright.”
Marilyn replies.
“We have already talked to the caretaker
and his wife but we would also like to talk to the maid….” Steve replies.
“We don’t have a maid.”
Neal and Steve look at one another then
Neal says, “No maid? That is an awfully big house not to have a full staff of
servants.”
“We have a cleaning service that comes
in three times a week and the cook of course, Bobby like to do things himself.”
“What about the landscaping?” Steve
asks.
“They came by once a week sometimes two.
Bobby like to take care of the garden himself, it relieved him of stress I
suppose that you know that he was a very, busy man.”
“Yes we know about the Bank and his
other investments and such.” Neal replies.
“Oh my goodness I am suddenly so tired
are we almost finished?” Marilyn asks.
Steve looks at his notes. “I think so
how about you Neal?”
“Yes I believe we are but if we need
anything else can we talk to you again?” Neal asks.
“Oh yes of course.”
“Marilyn we’re afraid that you can’t go
back home just yet.” Steve replies.
“Oh?” Marilyn replies.
“Yes you see it’s still a crime scene in
an ongoing investigation.” Neal replies.
“Do you have anyone you can stay with?”
Steve asks.
“We don’t think it’s a good time for you
to be alone what with all the decisions that you have to make and all.” Neal
replies.
“That is very thoughtful of you
Detective; I can call Kay she won’t mind if I stay with her.”
“If you need to retrieve any clothing or
any other belongings let us know.” Steve replies.
“I have suitcases full of clothes
downstairs in the car but I may need some paperwork but not now. How long do
you think it will be until I can get back to our….I mean….my house? You see
Bobby had it specially made for us and I….”
Then Marilyn’s strong façade begin to
crack and finally crumble as she broke down in tears.
“Marilyn why don’t you go and lie down
in our Captain’s office, he has a really nice leather sofa while we call Kay
for you okay?” Steve asks.
“Yes I think I would like to lie down.”
“Vivian.” Neal yells out to the squad
room and immediately Vivian comes to the door.
“Yes Detective?” Vivian asks.
“Would you take Mrs. Whitehead to lie
down in the Captain’s office and could you call her friend Kay for her?” Neal
asks.
“Yes of course.” Vivian replies as she
helps Marilyn to her feet then she keeps her arm around her as they leave the
room then Neal shuts the door behind them.
“Well what do you think partner?” Steve
asks.
Neal puts his hands on top of his head.
“I think….I believe her.”
“About everything?”
“Yeah everything. Why you don’t?” Neal
asks.
Steve runs his hands thru his hair. “Oh
shit I just have that odd feeling again.”
“That pookie feeling?”
“No, no not the pookie feeling the
feeling that something is just….off!! It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Well come on tell me what you’re
thinking.” Neal replies.
“First of all I do think that she had
nothing to do with her husband’s death or with Trevor and furthermore I think
she’s telling the truth about not knowing him at all. There was no recognition
or any kind of reaction when she saw his picture but when she saw the razor
blade….”
“Yeah now that you mention it she did
look a little surprised by it.” Neal replies.
“Also the thing about not having a
live-in maid bothers me.”
“Why does that bother you? She said that
her husband like to do things himself, you know putter around the garden and if
they aren’t home that much maybe the house didn’t need that much cleaning….why
are you shaking your head no?”
“I don’t buy it! Anybody else with their
money and a house that big would have a full staff, 24-7! The cook only comes
there to make dinner and for other special occasions what do they do for food
the rest of the time?” Steve asks.
“Maybe they order pizzas I don’t know
and I don’t know what you’re trying to get at here!!! You better throw me a
crumb Gretel because Hansel here is lost!!” Neal replies as he points to
himself.
“Neal for awhile my mother was a cook
for a well-to-do family….”
“Oh I didn’t know that.” Neal replies.
“The point is they also had a maid and a
Nanny for little Johnny and Mary and they all like to gossip with the other
maids and Nannies in the neighborhood so….”
“….So if you want to keep your private
life private you don’t have a house full of servants!” Neal replies.
“Bingo!!! Anything that happen in that
house the whole neighborhood knew about it because of the staff!!”
“So what are they hiding, a two-headed
monster in the attic?” Neal asks.
“I don’t know but I do know that we’re
figure it out….eventually. I want to go and check on Marilyn.”
“Alright I’ll meet you back at the desks
we have a lot of paperwork to do.” Neal replies.
THE 9TH
PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM TWO DAYS LATER:
“Hey.” Steve replies.
“Hey yourself. Watcha got there?”
“I brought us two icy cold lemonades and
some oatmeal cookies and I also got Trevor Williams effects from Sam and some
paperwork from Bakersfield P.D.”
“Wow you’ve been busy where did you get
the lemonade and cookies?” Neal asks.
“The Police Athletic League members are
selling them down in the lobby to raise money.” Steve replies as he sits them
down on the desk.
Neal takes a cup of lemonade and he
grabs the manila envelope that contains Trevor Williams’s effects. “Let’s see
what we have here, a wallet, car keys, change and a comb, that’s it. What did
“Nothing absolutely nothing, Trevor is
as pure as the day he was born. No traffic tickets. Nothing.”
“Anything about the next of kin?” Neal asks.
“Nope, something tells me that Trevor
Williams maybe an alias at least we know that he has a car.”
“True.” Neal replies as he looks at the
keys. “But the question is now where is it?”
“Well it’s a Mercedes and that
neighborhood is ritzy so it could be parked anywhere and fit right in….”
“Feel like taking a drive partner?” Neal
asks.
THE OCEANVIEW CLIFFS
ENCLAVE A FEW HOURS LATER:
“So Steve how’s your shin where that
little old lady kicked you?” Neal asks.
“Oh it’ll be alright.” Steve replies as
he rubs his shin. “Those two uniformed cops were nice weren’t they?”
“Yes they were but Steve did you have to
pick a little old lady’s Mercedes that she only drives to church?” Neal asks.
“I didn’t know it was a little old
lady’s car! I mean we’re looking for a Mercedes and that was a Mercedes so I
was duty bound to check it!”
“Didn’t you hear me yell that she had a
rolling pin?” Neal asks.
“No I was too busy fending off her dog
“It was a
“So! Those little dogs are ankle biters
and they are vicious and it’s not bad enough that she didn’t believe I was a
cop she had to laugh too!!!”
Neal laughs. “I think calling you a
twelve year school boy was a compliment. Her daughter thought you were cute!”
Steve takes a deep breath. “She was 55
years old!!!”
Neal smiles. “Well at least the
uniformed guys believed you were a cop.”
“Hey look Neal at
“Keep a lookout for little old ladies
and
“Ha-ha funny!!!” Steve replies as he
gets out of the car.
They walk over to the Mercedes together
then Neal pulls the keys out of his pocket and he puts one of them into the
lock of the driver’s door and then he turns it and it opens.
“Success!!” Neal exclaims as he opens
the driver’s door and after he gets in he opens the passenger side door for
Steve.
“Nice car.” Steve replies.
“And an even nicer view, from here you
can see the Whitehead’s house. He parked it and he walked over.”
Steve opens the glove box. “Vehicle
registration, insurance and hello lookie what I found!!”
“What?” Neal asks.
Steve pulls it out of the glove box.
“Look familiar?” Steve asks as he holds it up.
“Another razor blade on a gold chain and
this one is number 57.”
“Well this proves that they have been to
the same place wherever that might be.” Steve replies.
“It isn’t drug related the other one
from the lab came back squeaky clean.”
Steve glances out of the windshield towards
the house. “We have keys why don’t we go and check it out?”
“Good idea.” Neal replies.
THE WHITEHEAD ESTATE:
“The desk is very well-organized,
everything neat and tidy, letters and forms and a ledger! Oh this one is for
Marilyn’s Boutiques.” Neal whistles. “She wasn’t kidding when she said that
they started out a little rough but now they seem to be doing well; here’s
another ledger this one is for the house and Steve look bank statements.”
“Anything interesting?” Steve points at
a figure on the paper. “Oh holy shit Neal is that their account balance?”
“Yeah….” Neal says surprised.
“That….that looks like a phone number!”
Steve exclaims.
“It certainly has enough numbers to be a
phone number but it is their balance.”
“Oh holy Mary!! Neal can you even fathom
having that kind of money?”
“Not if I lived to be two hundred.”
Steve puts his hands on either side of
his head. “I….I just can’t wrap my mind around it!”
“There’s a lot of stuff here, cancelled
checks and all why don’t we find a box or something and take it back to the
Precinct, this is going to take some time.”
“I’ll check in the kitchen hey Neal can
I drive the Mercedes back to the Precinct?”
“I knew you would want to here you go
son.” Neal replies as he tossed the keys to Steve.
“Cool thanks dad!”
THE 9TH
PRECINCT LATER THAT DAY:
“Thank goodness the conference room was
empty.” Neal replies.
“Yeah no kidding I have never seen so
many cancelled checks!”
“Yeah man and the important word there
is checks, they paid for everything with checks. You know I’m surprised that
they didn’t have an accountant do all of this.” Neal replies.
“Everything about this case is a
surprise and here’s another one.” Steve replies.
“What is it?”
“Page after page and bank statement
after bank statement everything is checks that is until this one, there was a
big cash withdrawal for $15,000 dollars.”
“Really, when was that?” Neal asks.
“About six months ago. I wonder what
that lump sum was for.”
“Steve I got one here too.” Neal
replies.
“Another $15,000 dollars?”
“No this is $20,000 dollars.” Neal
replies.
“Wow! That is quite a jump! Neal….”
“Don’t tell me….” Neal replies.
“$25,000.”
“Damn!! Okay why does a person who pays
all their bills with checks suddenly make big cash withdrawals?” Neal asks.
“Well cash doesn’t leave a paper trial
not like cancelled checks do, I mean it shows up on a bank statement but you
don’t know who got it or what it was for. You take the money and run.”
“Good, okay so for what reasons would
somebody only pay cash?” Neal asks.
“A bribe?”
Neal shakes his head. “If it was only
once I would say yes.”
Steve scratches his head. “He was paying
someone off?”
“Na man I’m not feeling it.” Neal
replies.
“Then the other explanation is….”
Suddenly they both sit straight up and
they look at one another. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Steve asks.
“I wonder if Sam has released the body
yet.” Neal asks as he runs for the phone.
“Yeah man I would hate to intrude at the
funeral.”
Neal punches in Sam’s extension then he says,
“Sam its Neal. Yeah I wanted to know…what? You do? Oh okay sure. Alright bye.”
Neal hangs up the phone. “He wants us to come down and see him.”
“Let’s go.”
THE CORONER’S OFFICE:
“Okay Neal stand here.” Sam replies as
he points to a spot and Neal stands there.
“Steve stand right here in front of him.” Sam says as he positions Steve just in the
right spot.
“Sam what do you want us to do, dance?”
Steve asks over his shoulder as Sam opens one of the drawers of his desk. “Hi
come here often?” Steve asks Neal.
“I hate to tell you this but you aren’t
my type.” Neal replies.
“Ah now I’m hurt….”
“Alright guys.” Sam says as he comes
back over to them holding a hairbrush. “Steve hold this hairbrush like a gun at
Neal.”
They both laugh.
“Are you serious?” Steve asks.
“Yes I am.”
“So I guess this means you aren’t ready
to release Mr. Whitehead’s body?” Neal asks.
“This is why I’m doing this so I can
explain why.” Sam says.
“What caliber hair brush is this Sam?”
Steve asks.
“Ha-ha funny. Steve for this
demonstration you are going to be Mr. Whitehead and Neal you will be Trevor.”
“Okay.” Neal replies.
“Now….” Sam takes Steve’s hand by the
wrist that holds the hairbrush and he shoves it into Neal’s stomach. “They
struggled over the gun and as they did it went off and it discharged into
Trevor’s stomach….boom! Then I am sure that Mr. Whitehead would be in shock, he
just shot someone, so much so that Trevor grabbed the gun and he shot Mr.
Whitehead.”
“Wait Sam did you just say that Trevor
shot Mr. Whitehead?” Neal asks.
Sam nods.
“So that means that you were….wrong? Oh
my god the horror!!!” Steve replies.
“I am human and that is why I can’t
release the body I have to rewrite the report to state that it was murder and
not a murder suicide.”
“Well it may make Mrs. Whitehead feel
better to know that at least he didn’t commit suicide.” Neal replies.
“I already let her know that fact, she
is anxious to have him back. The funeral will be a large affair.”
“I’m sure, well thanks Doc we need to
talk to her ourselves.” Steve replies.
“Thanks for coming down guys I better
get back to work.”
“And we have to go and talk to Mrs.
Whitehead.” Neal replies.
KAY PRICE’S RESIDENCE:
“We hate to bother you Marilyn but we
have to ask you a few more questions.” Steve replies.
“Please come in.” Marilyn replies as she
opens the door wider to them. “I have spent a better part of the day on the
phone making arrangements and I welcome a break.”
“Is there a place where we can talk?”
Neal asks.
“Yes of course we can go right here in
the living room. Your coroner called me and told me that Bobby didn’t kill
himself after all, I was glad to hear that. Please sit.”
“Marilyn we found Trevor’s car and in
his car we found another razor blade on a gold chain….” Steve replies.
“….And also we have your bank statements
and we were wondering why your husband didn’t have an accountant to take care
of all the bills and household expenses?”
“Oh he did but about a year or so ago he
decided to let him go and do it himself.” Marilyn replies.
“Do you have any idea why he did that?”
Steve asks.
“No Bobby handled all the finances I
just thought he wasn’t happy with him any longer.”
Neal and Steve look at one another as
Steve takes a deep breath. “Marilyn we have some odd withdrawals from your
joint back account.”
“Odd withdrawals, I’m not sure I know
what you mean.” Marilyn replies.
“Marilyn page after page of your bank
statement shows the household expenses paid with checks but there are at least
three, large cash withdrawals.” Neal replies.
“One for $15,000 and then another for
$20,000….” Steve replies.
“And still another for $25,000. Do you
have any idea what that money was for?” Neal asks.
“Marilyn where did that money go?”
“I….I don’t know.” Marilyn replies.
“Marilyn we know that you know something
about that razor blade I showed to you, I saw that look on your face.” Steve
replies.
“Marilyn we think that your husband was
being blackmailed….”
“Blackmailed, but I don’t understand by
whom?” Marilyn asks.
“We think it may have been Trevor.”
Steve replies.
“But I don’t….”
“Marilyn don’t lie to us.” Neal replies.
“How dare you I’m not lying to you!! I
don’t know anything about Bobby being blackmailed by Trevor or by anybody
else….”
“….But you do know about this don’t
you?” Steve asks as he holds one of the razor blades by the chain up in front
of Marilyn’s face.
“Don’t you?” Steve asks again only
louder.
Marilyn covers her eyes with her one
hand as she nods. “Bobby belong to a club and the members wore those.”
Steve and Neal look at one another.
“Alright Marilyn where is this club?” Neal asks.
Marilyn shakes her head. “I don’t know I
never went there.”
“Marilyn.” Neal replies frustrated.
“I swear to you, it’s an exclusive club!
It’s by invitation only.” Marilyn replies.
Steve takes a deep breath. “Alright how
often did he go to this club?”
“Once a week if he wasn’t too busy.”
“He never spoke about this….this club?
What went on there, who was there?” Steve asks.
Marilyn shakes her head. “And I didn’t
ask.”
Neal pushes himself off of the sofa and
he begins to walk around the room. “Marilyn we want to find out why your
husband is dead but you aren’t helping us!!”
“I want to, I wish I could….”
“You don’t want to help us you want to
protect your husband.” Steve replies.
Marilyn also rises to her feet. “I think
it’s time for you to leave now I still have so much to do. When will I be able
to go back to my house Detectives?”
“Shortly, we’re sorry for this Marilyn
but we’re just doing our jobs.” Steve replies.
“I understand.” Marilyn replies as she
opens the front door for them.
“We’re be in touch about the house.”
Neal replies.
“Among other things.” Steve says just as
she slams the door in his face. “That went well.”
“Well Steve you were right.”
Steve looks quickly over at Neal with a
look of surprise. “I was? What was I right about; tell me so we’re both know!!”
“When you said that this whole thing was
odd, well you were right, it is odd! She must be the first wife in history that
knows nothing about her husband’s personal life or….”
“….She’s lying.” They both say at the
same time.
“This club thing maybe it’s like one of
those old boy clubs or a gentlemen’s club sort of thing.” Steve replies.
“I’ll talk to Ruby, if anybody knows
about Clubs she will….”
THE 9TH
PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM THE NEXT DAY:
“Ruby didn’t know anything.” Neal
replies as he brings Steve a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, she didn’t?” Steve asks
surprised.
“Nope, hey I was surprised too I mean
she’s been in the business awhile but the razor blades drew a blank. She’s
going to ask around for us.”
“I might know someone I can ask.” Steve
says.
“Oh, who might that be?”
“Her name is Gwen.” Steve replies.
“Gwen? Who is Gwen exactly?”
“She owned the escort service I used to
work for back in the dark ages. She runs in a lot of different circles than
Ruby.” Steve replies.
“You still have her phone number?”
“Yeah somewhere and it might not even be
any good anymore but it doesn’t hurt to try.” Steve replies.
“Any port in the storm man.”
“Any help is good help.” Steve replies.
A few minutes of silence as Steve and
Neal look thru some paperwork then Neal says, “So Steve….”
“Hmmm?”
“What was it like doing the escort
thing?” Neal asks.
“Neal there is a lot of things you don’t
know about my past and if you found out some of them you may not like me
anymore.” Steve says seriously.
“No Steve that isn’t true. I mean
whatever you did in your past you did to live and you know nothing you can say
or nothing you can do will ever change the fact that I love you as a best
friend.”
Steve smiles. “That’s nice to know and
maybe someday I’ll tell you and who knows that someday maybe very soon. Let’s
hit the streets….partner.”
NEAL’S APARTMENT THE
NEXT DAY:
“Thanks for letting me borrow your cool
jacket.” Steve replies.
“No problem, you know Gwen must be
really fond of you for her to make a special trip down here.”
“It’s not really a special trip she was
going to San Francisco anyway and when I told her how close we were to San
Francisco she decided to stop by.” Steve replies.
“So where are you going to dinner
again?”
“Bistro
Neal whistles. “Wow that is the fanciest
restaurant not to mention the most expensive in Oceanview, can you afford
that?”
“I squeak when I walk remember?” Steve
replies as he smiles.
“Don’t you ever forget anything?”
“No and when I quit working for Gwen I
told her, if we ever met again, I would buy her a fancy French dinner, I like
to keep my promises.”
“Well then she must be a special
person.” Neal replies.
“Yeah she helped me out when I needed it….”
“Do you see anything else you want to
borrow?” Neal asks.
“Na I don’t think so….Neal.”
“Yeah Steve?”
“I did do some pretty wild stuff when I
was working for Gwen.”
“Like what?” Neal asks.
“Did you mean what you said about always
being my best friend no matter what?”
“Of course.” Neal replies.
“I have some time before I meet Gwen for
dinner, wanna hear some stories?”
“I’ll listen to anything you want to
tell me Steve.”
“Let’s go in the living room.” Steve
replies.
BISTRO TROLOUSE LATER
THAT EVENING:
“Well I see that you haven’t forgotten
your French.” Gwen replies as she smiles at Steve.
Steve shrugs. “In my profession you
never know when it might come in handy.”
“I still can’t believe that you’re a
police officer I mean look at you, still so sexy and handsome.” Gwen replies as
she plays with his hair.
“Do you have any idea how much money I
lost because you left me? To this day I still have clients that ask for you.”
“Really, who?” Steve asks surprised.
“Linda Spencer.”
“Linda Spencer, the one with the
stilettos! Yeah I remember her; she was a lot of fun.” Steve replies.
“It was certainly a surprise to hear
from you.”
“Well I was surprised that old phone
number was still good, Gwen I need your help.” Steve replies.
“If I can help you I will certainly
try.”
Steve pulls a Polaroid out of his pocket
and he shows it to Gwen. “This has to do with a case I’m working on; we were
told it has to do with some sort of club. Now we don’t know why kind of club it
is or even what its name is but we were also told that these are used to
identify the members.”
“Interesting, I will have to make some
phone calls and get back to you tomorrow or so, will that be alright?”
“Perfect.” Steve replies.
“Oh my goodness look at the time I
should start back to
“Oh no Gwen it’s too late why don’t you
stay with me tonight I have an apartment with an extra room.” Steve replies.
Gwen smiles, “You do? Well I think I
just may like that we can….reminisce.” Gwen replies as she puts her arm through
Steve’s.
“Waiter check please.”
THE 9TH
PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM THE NEXT DAY:
“Well hey stranger.” Neal replies as
Steve comes into the room.
“Hey yourself.”
“Working half-days now are we?” Neal
asks.
“Gwen spent the night and….”
“Oh I see that’s why you’re late.” Neal
replies.
“Well yes and no, you see she spent the
night because it was too late to drive back to San Fran….”
“Uh huh….”
“And then we started to reminisce if you
know what I mean….” Steve replies.
“Uh huh….”
“And before we knew it BAM! The night
just flew by and I need my beauty sleep you know….” Steve replies.
“Uh huh….”
“Anyway she said that she would help us
and this morning she was making phone calls and she got a hold of a bartender
that she uses for her shindigs and he knows about the razor blades.”
“Oh cool! What did he say?” Neal asks.
“About what? Is there any coffee?”
“Steve about what? About the razor
blades what have we been talking about here?”
“He wouldn’t say anything about the
razor blades over the phone he wants to meet with us….” Steve replies.
“Uh huh….”
“….And he wants a little scratch….”
Steve replies.
Neal sits down on the corner of the desk
and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Okay how big of an itch are we talking
about here?”
Steve takes a deep breath, “$150
dollars.”
“WHAT!!!”
This causes the other Detectives to stop
whatever they had been doing and look in their direction.
“What!!!” Neal says a little softer. “A
$150 dollars! You….you didn’t agree to that did you?”
“Well yeah….”
“WHAT!!!”
Again the other Detectives look in their
direction.
“You agreed to pay an unknown informant
$150 dollars, when we don’t even know if this guy is legit or if he is shining
us on? Steve in the last year all the money I have paid out to our good and
legit informants doesn’t even add up to $150 dollars!!”
“Gwen gave us this guy and I trust Gwen.
I’ll pay half and if you’re short we can get the rest out of petty cash!”
“Petty cash?” Neal replies.
“Yeah petty cash.”
Neal goes over to his desk and he opens
up the bottom drawer and he takes out a box and he opens up the lid then he
takes out a slip of paper.
“I.O.U. ten dollars signed by S. Perry!
I.O.U. five dollars signed by S. Perry!!! It’s all I.O.U.’S there is no money,
it might as well be called Perry’s Cash!!!”
“I was going to replace that….” Steve
replies. “Neal I had to make a decision….”
“A decision involving money, my money
that you didn’t ask me about!!” Neal replies.
“You weren’t in my bedroom this morning!”
“If I were I would have said no!!!” Neal
replies.
“Neal I had to act quickly on this guy
he might be the only source we have to figure this thing out there wasn’t time
to ask you….I’m sorry but you didn’t always tell me we have to strike when the
iron is hot? Right now this iron is burning hot!!”
“Yes I did say that and I also said to
make sure that your source is a good one….”
“I know.” Steve replies.
“But I also remember teaching you to
trust your gut instinct and so far it hasn’t been wrong….when are we suppose to
meet this cat?”
Steve smiles. “In a couple of hours at
the Old Wharf Restaurant.”
“Alright we have to stop at the bank so
I can take out $75 dollars.”
“Yeah!!” Steve replies as he slaps Neal
on the arm.
“We better leave now at this time of day
the bank is usually busy.”
“Thanks for trusting me Neal.”
“All we have is each other, let’s go.”
THE OLD WHARF RESTAURANT:
“Steve don’t touch my fries with your
grubby hands.” Neal replies.
“What do you take me for some sort of
smuck? I washed my hands!”
“When?” Neal asks suspiciously.
“Back at the hamburger place when you
got the food!” Steve replies.
Neal points a French fry at Steve. “You
know I’m trying to impart into Joey the importance of good hygiene, that boy doesn’t
want to wash his hands for anything.”
“I am not Joey and you don’t have to
impart anything to me and I washed my hands so now can I please share your
fries?”
“Why didn’t you get your own when we
were at the fast food place?” Neal asks.
“I didn’t want any then but I do now so
may I?” Steve asks.
“Yeah man go ahead, when is this guy
supposed to be here?”
“Anytime now….hey don’t look now there
he is.” Steve points to a guy hanging around wearing a jacket and a hat. “He
told me that he would be wearing that hat, just sit tight he’ll come to us.”
It took him awhile but he finally made
his way over to the car and when he got to the passenger side window he
stopped.
“Steve?”
“Yeah man get in the backseat.” Steve
instructs.
The guy gets in the back and almost
immediately Neal starts to drive away.
“So man how’s its going?” Steve asks.
“It’s cool do you have the money?” The
guy asks.
Neal glances up in the rear view mirror.
“Hey man cool your jets we want the info first….”
“….Then you get the money.” Steve
replies as he holds it up in the air as he looks back over his shoulder then he
tosses the Polaroid into the back seat. “Tell us about that.”
The guy picks the Polaroid up and he
looks at it. “Yeah man I’ve seen this before the club is called Razor West.”
Neal looks over at Steve. “Well that
makes sense so man where is this club?” Neal asks.
The guy shrugs. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know.” Steve repeats.
“You know the name of the club but you
don’t know where it is? I thought you bartended there?” Neal asks.
“I do man but it’s one of these moving
clubs it doesn’t stay in one place.” The guy replies.
“It moves?” Steve asks.
“Yeah man it moves.” The guy says.
“So this club is on wheels man is that
why it moves?” Neal asks.
The guy looks at Steve. “Is he always
such a smart-ass?”
Right then and there in the middle of
traffic Neal slams on the brakes which causes cars behind them to slam on
theirs then a slew of car horns begin to blow then Neal turns around and he
grabs the guy by the collar of his jacket and he pulls him to him.
“Look you little prick I didn’t want to
pay you in the first place and unless you come across with some real good info
I’m going to toss your ass out into traffic and those people are pissed!!” Neal
replies.
“Steve! Help me!”
Steve shrugs. “It’s his car man.”
Neal shakes him a little harder.
“Give!!”
“Alright man cool it! I was going to
tell you that when they needed me they would call me and tell me where they
were going to be and I would show up there.”
“Why all the big secrecy, what is the
big deal?” Neal asks.
“I don’t know man all I know is the cats
that run the joint are weird!! The people that come to the club are weird, rich
but weird!!!”
“Why are they weird?” Neal asks loudly.
“Because they’re gay!!!” The guy yells.
By now Steve has been deflecting the
traffic around them and when the guy blurted that out Neal dropped him and he
finally moved the car over to the curb.
“That explains a lot.” Steve replies.
Neal turns back around. “What is your name?”
“Kenny.”
“Alright Kenny look man when are they
going to call you again?” Neal asks.
“Soon man I mean they have their little
get-togethers once a week or so.”
“Okay Kenny this is what you are going
to do when they call you, you call me because we want Steve here to attend that
shin-dig.”
“Oh no man it doesn’t work that way.”
Kenny replies.
Neal and Steve look at one another.
“Okay Kenny how does it work?” Steve asks.
“In my profession I meet a lot of rich
people and when I work certain places they approach me and they want to know if
I know of any….special places where they can meet….special people and when I
tell them yeah they want to know how they can join those places.”
“Kenny!” Steve replies.
“You have to be invited to join Razor
West you just down show up I mean they want very rich people and no offense man
but you look far from rich!” Kenny points out.
“Don’t worry about that man let us take
care of that.” Steve replies.
“Continue Kenny.” Neal prompts.
“Well I think I have found a likely
candidate I called them up and tell them and they check them out.”
“Alrighty then Kenny call these guys up
tomorrow and tell them that you met a very rich Portuguese
that is interested in joining the club
and then you call me, here’s my card and fifty bucks.”
“Fifty bucks man where’s the rest of
it?” Kenny asks.
“You’re get the rest later.” Neal says.
“Look man I’ll got tell them something
more than he’s a rich Portuguese they are going to want to know why’s he’s rich….”
“Okay Kenny tell them this.” Steve says
as he scribbles on his notepad then he rips the page off and he hands it to
him.
“Uranium mines?” Kenny replies.
“Yeah man the Azores are lousy with
Uranium mines it just so happens that I own a few of them and you can tell them
that my name is Stephen Perriera.”
Kenny looks at Steve. “Alright man I can
do that.”
“Make it sound convincing Kenny old
man.” Neal replies.
“And like I said we’re take care of the
rest.”
Kenny nods.
“Alright Kenny stay in touch we have a
lot of work to do.” Neal replies.
“Yeah Kenny later man.” Steve replies.
Kenny gets out of the back of the car
and they watch him walk off.
“Back to the Precinct we go….”
“And straight to the Captain we go.”
Steve replies.
THE REGENCY HOTEL
PENTHOUSE SUITE TWO DAYS LATER:
“I hope these clothes are rich enough
looking.” Steve replies as he looks thru his clothes.
“Wear those diamond cuff-links and that
diamond stud in your ear and you will be good to go! That was nice of Wendy to
plant that story in the paper about that rich Uranium mine owner visiting
Oceanview.”
“That it was and it’s nice to have a
reporter on our side right Neal?” Steve asks.
“I will admit that she did come in handy
and Kenny came thru as well, he played you up so much that they couldn’t help
but be interested.”
“I just hope that he didn’t over do it
since we still don’t know what we have here.” Steve replies.
“Oh I don’t think that he did.”
“I’m just amazed how fast all of this
came together.” Steve replies.
“Well it doesn’t hurt that the Captain
knows people and that the Police Chief knows people too. Are you ready for
dinner yet?”
“Yeah how does this look?” Steve asks.
“Well speaking as your chauffeur I think
you look great….”
Just then there was a knock at the door
which caused Steve and Neal to look at one another.
“I’ll get it.” Neal replies as he walks
over to the door and he opens it and when he does he is handed an envelope by
the bellboy and after Neal tips him he shuts the door.
“It is addressed to you.” Neal replies
as he hands it to Steve.
Steve opens it and he pulls out a letter
then he tips the envelope over his hand and a razor blade on a chain slides
out.
Steve opens the letter and he reads it
out loud, “Mr. Perriera we cordially invite you to an enlightening evening at
Razor West tomorrow night at
“Well I think you just got in, why do
you look worried?”
“I don’t like going into this thing
blind I mean I don’t know whose going to be there or what’s going to happen….”
Steve replies.
“Well we do know that Robert Whitehead
and Trevor met there and whatever goes on there it was enough for Trevor to
blackmail him.”
“Maybe Trevor caught him with another
woman in a compromising position?” Steve replies.
“Could be….come on let’s go to dinner
and talk strategy.”
“Good idea.” Steve replies.
THE GOLDEN SPEAR YACHT
SLIP 42:
“Don’t be nervous.” Neal replies.
“I’m not nervous.” Steve replies.
“That’s a good thing because we are
here. Remember your rich so don’t be surprised by anything you see.”
“Yes I know….Neal.”
“Yeah.” Neal replies as he looks back
over his shoulder at him.
“Aren’t you going to get out and open
the door for me?” Steve asks.
“Oh….oh yeah!!”
“Don’t forget your hat.” Steve replies.
“Oh yeah.” Neal replies as he puts his
hat on before he gets out of the car then after he does he opens the rear
passenger door for Steve.
“Good luck sir.” Neal replies as he tips
his hat to him.
It was easy access because at the door
all he had to do was show his razor blade on a chain and he was let in to the
Yacht were ten other people were holding drinks and mingling and almost
immediately he was approached by a older man.
“Hello I am number 77.” The older man
says as he shakes Steve’s hand.
“I am number 12.” Steve replies.
“Do I detect a slight accent?” The older
man asks as he smiles at Steve.
“Yes I am from the
“Wonderful! May I buy you a drink?” The
older man asks.
“Yes I think that would be alright.”
Steve replies.
THREE HOURS LATER:
“Wow look at all of these business cards
you got tonight.” Neal replies as he puts them in a small stack. “So this is
sorta like where guys go to seal that big deal with sexy women dancing half
naked on tables?”
“No.” Steve replies.
“No?”
“No.” Steve replies. “There are no women.”
“No women?” Neal replies.
“No women.” Steve repeats.
“So all the men sit around smoking
cigars and drinking brandy?”
“You left out the part about holding
hands and flirting.” Steve replies.
“What, holding hands and flirting?”
“Yes Neal it’s a private club for gay
men.”
“WHAT!! I thought Kenny said the owners
were gay?” Neal replies.
“I asked him about that and he said that
he never said that.”
“But….but he did, in the back seat of my
car!!!” Neal points out.
“No he meant that the men that came to
the club were gay.”
“Oh so we were….”
“….Wrong.” They both say at the same
time as Steve nods his head.
“Oh so wait that means that Robert
Whitehead was gay….”
“Exactly.” Steve replies.
“So that is what he was trying to
hide….”
“Exactly.” Steve replies.
“And that means his marriage was just a
front that is why they didn’t have any live-in servants!”
“Exactly.” Steve says again. “If you
look at all of those guys’ business cards there are some of Oceanview’s high
rollers.”
“Oh my god I had no idea that he was gay
or him!!” Neal exclaims.
“That is why this club exists supposedly
so the gay men can go there in secrecy and safety and mingle and you know….because
if it got out and that these pillars of the community were gay they would be
ruined!”
“So it is the perfect environment for
blackmail.”
“Exactly and that Yacht had private
rooms but I’ll be willing to bet that they aren’t that private.” Steve replies.
“So….did you go up into one of those
private rooms?” Neal asks as he winks.
“Neal what do you take me for?” Steve
asks.
“Well according to this stack of
business cards these guys think you are pretty hot.”
“I am the exotic dark eyed beauty from
the
“Well somehow I doubt that Robert
Whitehead just being there is what got him blackmailed he had to have done
something and it was probably with Trevor….”
“And there are probably photos.” Steve
replies.
“I have an idea.”
“Oh Neal I hate that gleam in your eye.”
Steve replies.
THE GOLDEN SPEAR YACHT
SLIP 42 A WEEK LATER:
“Bingo Steve makes contact!”
Neal replies as he watches the action on
the deck of the yacht thru his binoculars as Steve approaches and talks to the
guy they planted on the yacht. He also watches as Steve lights the cigarette for
the other person and he continues to watch as they have an animated
conversation and then the guy motions upwards to where the private rooms are
located and in the next minute or so Steve nods his head and they turn away
from the deck railing as they head toward the private rooms.
“I hope they have film in their
cameras.” Neal replies.
THE REGENCY HOTEL PENTHOUSE SUITE TWO WEEKS LATER:
“Steve you need a wife.” Neal points
out.
“Oh well do you have anybody in mind?”
Steve asks.
“Yeah I do actually she is well
educated, cultured, very smart and very beautiful.”
“Ruby?!” Steve asks happily.
“No not Ruby she isn’t a cop!”
“So I can overlook that fact!” Steve
replies.
Neal takes a deep breath. “I was
thinking of
“
“No, no I don’t mean married in the real
world I mean married for pretend.”
Steve looks at Neal with a blank look
then Steve replies, “What?”
Neal takes a deep breath. “The
blackmailers, whoever they might be might really come after you hard if they
find out that you have a wife!!!”
“Oh! Gotcha! Well I would think after
all the time I have spent with Joe at the club they would have some great shots
by now and speaking of the club any info yet on who owns it?”
“Nothing I mean these people are slick,
every time I think I get close I hit another dead end.” Neal replies as he
shakes his head. “Where are you going?”
“I have to get ready for my big night
with Joe.”
“Joe again, I think I’m jealous.” Neal
replies.
“Oh don’t be jealous remember Joe was
your idea!” Steve points out.
“I know that but I didn’t know you were
going to be spending all your time with Joe!!”
“I have to make it look good and besides
I like you differently than I like Joe.” Steve replies.
“You do?”
“Of course I do!!” Steve replies. “While
I’m gone you can work on getting me that wife, talk to Wendy and plant another
story in the paper and then you can also find out who owns this club.”
“You are planning to come back to the
Hotel room this time aren’t you?”
“I might last time we were followed so
that will be even better!” Steve replies.
“Yeah better, that’s easy for you to say
you’re out running around all over the place, having fun and I’m stuck here
slaving over hot paperwork!! Making phone calls, coordinating things you’re
suppose to be my partner not Joe’s!!!”
“Ah Neal it’s all in the name of
Justice.” Steve replies as he pats Neal on the back.
“Ah damn I hate when you say that!!!”
Steve laughs. “I better get ready.”
THE REGENCY HOTEL
PENTHOUSE SUITE ONE WEEK LATER:
“Neal where’s
“In the shower why?” Neal replies.
“Because I want to thank her because we
finally got this from the blackmailers.” Steve replies as he holds the envelope
up in the air.
“Oh let’s see what they have to say.”
Neal replies as he takes the envelope and he opens it. Inside is a note and a
photo. “Look what we have here!”
“Let me see! Let me see!” Steve
exclaims.
“Now that is what I call a photo! Wow
Steve that is just amazing….”
“Actually Neal I think the picture
should be turned this way.” Steve replies as he turns the picture.
“Wow!!! I didn’t think that was
possible.” Neal replies as he looks at the picture.
“You have to be very limber.”
“I’ll say what does the note say?” Neal
asks.
Steve opens the note. “It says they want
to have a meeting tonight at the Seacliff Restaurant and to bring the photo.”
“Very smart to have a blackmail meeting
at a public place so the blackmailee won’t cause a scene.”
“Oh I just love these sort of cases
where I can use my acting ability!” Steve replies.
“Just don’t over do it Steve.” Neal
replies.
“Over do it? I have never over done it!
I just let my natural charm come thru!”
Neal shakes his head. “Alright you
better start now to pick out your outfit for tonight’s performance.”
“Good idea!”
SEACLIFF RESTAURANT
LATER THAT EVENING:
Steve was shown to a table in the back
and already sitting at the table waiting patiently for him was a well dress
young man and when the young man motioned for Steve to join him Steve did.
“Mr. Perriera I see that you received my
note.”
“Yes I did and this picture but I don’t
understand….” Steve replies.
“Let me explain it to you is this a
picture of your wife?”
Steve takes it and he looks at it. “Yes,
yes it is.”
“And how do you think she would feel if
she saw this picture?” The man asks. “Does she know about your hobby? How about
your family in the
Steve shakes his head. “No, no they
don’t.”
“So I am sure that it would come as
something as a shock if they would to receive this photo in the mail of you and
your best new friend Joe in a rather compromising position don’t you think?”
“Give me that picture!!” Steve exclaims
as he reaches across the table.
“Oh no I don’t think so my friend….”
“I am not your friend!!!” Steve
exclaims.
“Ah don’t say that I was hoping that we
could be friends….” The man says as he reaches out to touch Steve’s hair but
Steve bats his hand away. “I mean after looking at all of the pictures of you
and Joe I would love a crack at you myself.”
“I’m leaving!!!” Steve replies as he
gets up from the table.
“Oh I wouldn’t because if you do I send
this and a lot of others to all of your people, your business associates, wife,
family but it is very easy to make this and me….go away.”
Steve slowly sits back down. “Why are
you doing this?”
“Because I can.” He simply replies.
“What do you want from me?” Steve asks.
“$15,000.”
“$15,000! That’s crazy!” Steve says
loudly.
“How much is your reputation worth?” The
man replies as he holds up the picture. “I know you can afford it.”
Steve runs his fingers thru his hair as
he looks at the table. “Yes alright I will pay what you ask.”
“Wonderful….have it in cash by this time
tomorrow.”
“No….”
The man sits up straighter. “No?”
“I meant that having that amount of cash
by tomorrow is….is impossible. I need a few days.”
The man thinks about this for a minute.
“Alright you have until Friday to get me the money, small bills do you
understand?”
“Yes I do. What kind of man does this?”
Steve asks.
“A rich kind, see you on Friday.”
THE SEACLIFF RESTAURANT
FRIDAY:
Steve takes the envelope out of his
jacket pocket and he slides it across the table at the man. “I do believe you
are what they call a bloodsucker, there’s your money.”
“I will trust that it is all here?” The
man asks as he takes the envelope.
“Of course.”
The man slips the envelope into his coat
pocket. “Very good, well Mr. Perriera I shall be seeing you at the Club and
perhaps we can have a private room of our own?” The man replies as he smiles at
Steve.
“I doubt that.” Steve replies.
“Oh don’t be that way I will be seeing
you.” The man replies as he gets up from the table.
Steve watches as he walks away from the
table. “Oh yeah man I will be seeing you and a lot sooner than you think.”
Neal staked out in the parking lot
watches and waits as the man leaves the restaurant and even before he can get
to his car Neal jumps in front of him.
“Hey man how’s it going?” Neal asks as
he adjusts his chauffeur’s hat.
“Get out of my way.” The man asks as he
moves to the side but Neal follows him.
“Oh no can do man see you and I have
some serious business to discuss.” Neal replies.
“I don’t know you….” The replies as he
again he makes a move to the other side but again Neal follows him.
“Well that doesn’t matter because I know
you and your car is ready to go.” Neal replies as he motions to the limo parked
close by.
The man glances over to the limo. “Fuck
you man I’m not getting in that car….”
“Wanna bet?” Steve says from behind him
as he sticks his gun in his ribs. “Come on man don’t cause a scene, get in the
car.”
The man decides that he is outnumbered
so he does as they ask and with a little help from Steve and Neal he gets in
the backseat of the limo with Steve.
“What’s your name?” Steve asks.
“My number is….” The man replies.
Neal turns around from the driver seat.
“He asked you your name not for that stupid number on the razor blade.”
“Yeah man we have to know your name so
we can put it in our report.” Steve replies.
“Report what report?” The man asks.
“And of course for the Indictment.” Neal
replies.
“Indictment?” The man replies loudly.
“Oh yeah sure extortion is a crime you
know.” Steve points out.
“A big crime.” Neal replies. “Prison big
crime.”
The man looks from Steve over to Neal.
“You guys are….?”
“Oh yeah we are.” Steve replies as they
show him their badges.
“Oh hey look guys I….I don’t want to go
to Prison!! I was only doing as I was told!!”
“What is your name?” Steve asks again.
“Brad.”
“Well Bradley we would like to know the
name of the person who gave you your orders.” Neal asks.
“I….”
“Bradley you work for us now and working
for us is the only way to save your ass from the grey-bar Hotel!! So give!!!”
Steve replies as he hits the back seat causing Brad to jump.
“Steve don’t scare the guy! Excuse my
partner he is a little high-strung.” Neal replies.
Steve moves closer to Brad as he tries
his best to become one with the backseat.
“I want the name of the owner of the
club!!” Steve says.
“I don’t know the name of the owner,
I’ve never met them, and I’ve never seen them!!”
“Can you find out Bradley?” Neal asks.
“I….I don’t know maybe.”
“We are your get out of Jail free card
Bradley so you better find out!!!” Steve says loudly.
“Alright! Alright! I’ll do it just back
off man!!” Bradley pleas.
“Did you just say back off? Back off?
Didn’t you say to me that you wanted us to get a private room so you could have
a crack at me? That you wanted to be friends?” Steve says loudly.
“I was wrong okay I’m sorry!!”
“You better not play us man!” Steve
replies as he points his finger at him. “And don’t even think about blowing
town!!”
Bradley shakes his head. “Oh no man I
won’t I swear!!”
“Because Bradley you can run but you
can’t hide!” Steve replies.
“He is right man the last thing you will
ever want is us coming after you.” Neal replies.
“So do we have a deal?” Steve asks.
“Of course.” Bradley reaches into his
pocket. “Do….do you want your money back?”
“Keep it, it has to look good.” Neal
replies.
“Oh yeah sure.” Bradley says.
Steve reaches around and he opens the
passenger side door. “Alright Bradley get out….” Steve points his finger at
him. “….But keep in touch!!”
“How….how do I get in touch with you?”
Bradley asks.
“I’ll be at the club or you can call the
Regency Hotel and ask for the penthouse got it!?” Steve replies.
“Yeah man I got it!”
“Now get!!!!” Steve replies loudly and
then a second later Bradley practically falls out of the car and as he runs
away he trips and falls, he picks himself up then he takes off running again.
Steve laughs as he shuts the passenger
door.
“You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Neal
asks.
“Oh hell yeah I love being the bad cop
for once!!” Steve says happily.
“He made a pass at you didn’t he?”
“How could he not he was impressed with
the pictures.” Steve replies.
“Did you just hear yourself?”
“Yes I did let’s go!” Steve replies.
“Where?”
“To talk to the widow Whitehead of
course.” Steve replies.
“You know Steve every time we have
talked to her in the past she didn’t know anything.”
“Well maybe we can jog her memory.”
Steve replies.
“You think that maybe she had something
to do with this?”
“Weirder shit has happened.” Steve
replies.
“True let’s go.”
THE WHITEHEAD ESTATE:
“Well detectives I almost didn’t recognize
you I didn’t realize that it was Halloween.” Marilyn replies when she opens the
door.
Neal holds his chauffeur’s hat as he
looks at Steve.
“We were working undercover.” Steve
replies.
“As what human beings?” Marilyn asks.
Steve and Neal look at one another as
Neal shrugs and Steve looks at the ground. “Maybe we deserve that.” Steve
replies.
“Maybe?” Marilyn replies.
“Alright we do deserve it but we need to
talk to you.” Neal replies.
“Please.” Steve replies as he looks at
her with those puppy dog eyes of his.
Marilyn thinks about this for a minute.
“Alright come in.”
Marilyn leads them in the living room.
“Would you two like a glass of brandy?”
“No we’re still on duty.” Neal replies.
“So what do you want to know now?” Marilyn
asks.
“Marilyn we know that your husband was
gay.” Steve says.
Marilyn laughs before she takes a drink
of her brandy. “Oh my god….”
“Marilyn aren’t you tired of lying and
covering up for your husband?” Neal asks.
“We also know that the name of the club
that he attended regularly is called Razor West and that Trevor attended the
same club….”
“And that they had an affair and Trevor
was blackmailing him….” Neal replies.
“That day Trevor came here to collect
and your husband was tired of paying him and we both know how that ended.”
Marilyn slowly sits her glass back down
then she leans heavily on the table “It has been so hard….so hard on me and in
many ways detectives I am glad you found out.” Marilyn raises her head and she
looks at them. “Yes it’s true that Bobby was gay and it is also true that he
attended that club Razor West but Trevor was a one time thing but it didn’t
matter because by then the damage was already done.”
“You mean the blackmail?” Neal asks.
“Yes.” Marilyn replies as she rubs her
eyes. “I am so tired.”
“Here sit down.” Steve replies as he
helps her to sit down then he joins her on the sofa.
“So that was why you didn’t have live-in
servants they would have found out that your marriage was a sham….” Neal
replies.
“No!” Marilyn says loudly. “No it wasn’t
a sham!! Maybe at the beginning but that soon changed he came to love me and to
rely on me! I loved him too and we would do anything for each other.”
“Marilyn tell us how you met him.” Steve
replies.
Marilyn smiles at the memory. “I was
working at a men’s clothing store and Bobby had been a regular customer and we
would always talk and then one day he got up the nerve to ask me to dinner.”
“When did you find out that Bobby was
gay?” Neal asks.
“After he asked me to marry him.”
“And you still married him?” Steve asks.
“Yes detective I did, you see Bobby explained
everything to me. He needed a wife and he thought I would be a perfect match
for him, it started out to be one way and then about a year later it changed.”
“Changed how?” Neal asks.
“We fell in love with each other, I know
that sounds strange to you but it did happen and I didn’t marry him for his
money.”
Neal scratches his head. “Let me get
this straight, you two are married and Bobby is living a double life?”
“Yes.” Marilyn replies.
“Man this is confusing.” Neal replies.
“No not really.” Steve replies.
“What?” Neal exclaims.
“I mean at first he needed a wife to
make his life look straight but in reality he wasn’t straight and what started
out as a possible sham turned into a real romance and eventually he couldn’t do
without Marilyn, right?” Steve says as he looks over at Marilyn.
“Yes exactly!!” Marilyn says happily.
“Oh brother.” Neal replies as he rubs
his forehead.
“Bobby was a good man and he wasn’t born
rich detectives. He worked very hard for all of this and he came back to the
community that he grew up in and he did so many good things for them. Built a
new school and if everyone had found out about Bobby he would have been ruined
he didn’t deserve that.”
“Marilyn….” Steve replies as he takes
her hand. “We’ll keep this to ourselves we don’t want to hurt Bobby’s legacy
but we need to find the owners of this club so we can shut them down, there is
no telling how many people they have blackmailed or will continue to blackmail.”
“I don’t know who the owners are and I
was shocked when I found out that Bobby was being blackmailed.”
“Are there pictures?” Neal asks.
“Oh yes Bobby burned them but of course
Trevor returned with more and each time the amount would go up.”
“Of course.” Steve replies as he looks
at Neal.
“We’ll get them Marilyn you can count on
that.” Neal replies.
Marilyn nods her head. “Bobby always
said that your reputation is what you leave behind.”
“I think he was right, we would like to
see the books for the Boutiques if that is alright with you.” Steve asks.
“Of course.” Marilyn says.
“We will have them back as soon as we
can.” Neal replies.
“You don’t think that I had something to
do with this do you?” Marilyn asks.
“Marilyn we are under an obligation to
look at every possible angle….” Neal replies.
“….And this is just another angle.” Steve
replies.
“I’ll get them for you.” Marilyn replies
as she goes into the den.
THE 9TH
PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM TWO DAYS LATER:
“So the books were clean?” Steve asks.
“Squeaky.” Neal replies.
“Naturally.”
“Ruby has been to these Boutiques and
she told me that there is an office there.” Neal replies.
“Well I am sure but I doubt there’s
going to be anything there.”
“There isn’t I mean payroll is done from
a third party that is what Marilyn said, the office is for the manager etc.”
Neal replies.
The phone rings at Steve’s desk.
“Detective Perry. Oh he did….” Steve replies as he scribbles something on a
notepad. “Thanks a lot bye. That was the
Hotel guess who called?”
“Who as if I didn’t know.” Neal replies.
“Bradley.”
“Oh with good news I hope.” Neal
replies.
“Just the best news ever….let’s go.”
KAY PRICE’S RESIDENCE A
FEW DAYS LATER:
“Ms. Price?” Neal asks to the lady who
opened the front door.
“Yes I am Ms. Price; oh you’re here to
clean up after my dinner party! You’re right on time but the servant’s entrance
is in the back, thank you.” She says as she tries to shut the door in their
faces but Neal is quicker as he jams his foot in the path of the door.
“Not so fast.” Neal replies.
“Excuse me if you don’t remove your foot
I will call the Police!”
“You’re little bit late lady.” Steve
replies as they show her their badges.
“Yeah we’re already here now please open
the door.”
She opens the door wider and Steve grabs
her hand. “We’re from the 9th Precinct….”
“….And your under arrest.”
“Under arrest for what!!! I’ll have your
badges you don’t know who your dealing with!!”
“Oh yes we do and you’re under arrest
for Extortion….” Neal replies.
“Extortion!!!???” She says loudly.
“To some people it is better known as
blackmail.” Neal replies.
“Blackmail!!!???” She says loudly again.
“Sshh you don’t want your dinner guests
to hear now do you?” Steve replies.
“You’re insane!!!” She replies.
“You know Detective Schon after you have
heard that for about the millionth time it loses it’s sting don’t you think?”
“I would say so Detective Perry. Would
you like to do the honors?” Neal asks.
“Oh no Detective Schon you may do the
honors.”
“You have the right to remain silent….”
THE 9TH
PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM A DAY OR SO LATER:
“Well there you are finally! Where have
you been?” Neal asks.
“I took Joe out to lunch you know to say
thanks for all the hard work.”
“Again with Joe.” Neal replies as he
shakes his head.
“Yes again with Joe and Monica did a
great job too. I am glad that Monica is a make-up artist because she did a
great job making Joe up to look like a guy! I mean it even fooled me from a
distant! In a few hours Joelle became Joe!!”
“Well Joelle is pretty and it took a lot
to make her ugly but it did work.” Neal replies.
“Well it made everybody in the club
think that she was a guy and that was all we needed. So let’s go over our
notes.”
“Kay Price certainly told an interesting
story.” Neal replies.
“That she did and let that be a lesson
to you Neal don’t piss a woman off.”
“Do tell I mean this whole thing started
because her husband left her.”
“Neal her husband didn’t leave her for
another woman he left her for another man! I mean I bet that really pissed her
off good!!! I mean it is bad enough to have your husband leave you for a
younger woman but when he suddenly turns gay and leaves you for a younger
man!!!”
“Steve….”
“Yeah Neal?”
“People just don’t suddenly turn gay you
are or you aren’t, it’s that simple. It’s like one of your girlfriends suddenly
leaving you for another woman.”
Steve laughs. “That would never happen!
I know how to satisfy a woman!!! So anyway Kay became upset because her husband
left her for another man and she hit upon the idea of an exclusive club that
caters only to gay men….”
“Yeah but what it doesn’t say in the
small print of the membership clause is that the club is solely for blackmail
purposes. Her form of revenge.”
“Well revenge is a good business I mean
that’s how she afforded that house she used to live in, that car she used to
drive and that is how the Boutiques got off the ground.” Steve replies.
“Yeah poor Marilyn she was shocked I
mean what a double whammy.”
“Yeah her husband dies; her business
partner was putting money back into the company that they own together from
money that she had blackmailed from her husband.” Steve shakes his head. “If I
hadn’t been involved in it I would never believe it.”
“Yeah you and me both.” Neal replies as
he takes the report out of the typewriter. “Kay is going away for a long time
and we have a few well deserved days off, so what are you going to do?”
“Oh not much just spend it with my best
friend.” Steve replies as he glances over at Neal.
“Oh your new best friend Joe?” Neal
replies sarcastically.
“No my old best friend Neal. They are
showing old movies at the
“Really?” Neal replies as he perks up.
“Yeah and you can eat your popcorn and
your Goobers….”
“And we can share a big drink?” Neal
replies.
“Two straws!” Steve replies as he holds
up two fingers.
“Ah Steve I’ve missed you!”
“Ah Neal I’ve missed you too.”
“Well you guys give it a break already
you sound so gay!!!!” One of the other detectives yell from across the room.
Steve glances over at Neal then he yells
back across the room. “Well it wasn’t a sudden thing let me tell you!!!” Then
he looks back at Neal smiling. “How was that?”
“Perfect Steve just perfect. Okay sign
your report and I’ll turn them into the Captain.”
Steve signs it with a flourish then he
hands it to Neal.
“Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
huh?” Neal replies.
“Oh yeah.” Steve replies as he nods his
head.
“They remind me of you and me….”
“….They were crazy too!” They both say
at the same time.
V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7
“Hey Neal….watcha doing?” Steve asks as he comes into
the office.
“Nothing.” Neal replies as he tries to conceal the fly
swatter behind his back.
“You killed him didn’t you?”
Neal looks down at the fly. “Yeah I did but it was
quick I don’t think he suffered.”
“I only thought Joey and Ruby got upset over killing a
fly?” Steve replies as he puts his hand on Neal’s shoulder.
“What can I say except that I am human?” Neal replies
as he shrugs.
“Let’s find a matchbox shall we and give him a proper burial.”
“Good idea partner.” Neal replies.
“And this is Victor 7 over and….”
“….Out!” Neal replies.
“You always have to have the last word don’t you?” Steve
asks.
“No I don’t….”
-30-
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