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Subject: {ASSM} Sam Ped in "THE JOB" pt1 (noir,evil plot)
Date: Fri, 11 May 2001 13:10:05 -0400
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This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any of the actions
below.

   Warning!  Sam Ped is a pedophile!





   SAM PED in, "THE JOB" by Pedro Vila

   (with apologies to Mr.  Chandler)

   Part one

   Sargent Pike slammed the table hard with his hand.  "Alright Ped.  Let's
go over this again.  Why were you hanging around the school yard all day?"

   "I was looking for a lost dog." I said.  I didn't look him in the eye.
Pike was ready to strangle me and I was just making it easier for him.  He
would have vaulted the table to do it if someone shot off a starter pistol.
I could feel steam from his direction and he lumbered towards me expecting
the table to part like Moses's sea stunt.

   His partner, detective Rayson got in his way.  "Hold it, Pike.  That
won't help us here.  Let me talk to him again." Rayson turned back to me
and Pike finally sulked over to the far chair with his red eyes glowing in
the dark.  It reminded me of a kids night light with the kid hiding under
the bed from it.

   "Look, Ped, we just wanna know what your working on is all.  I know you
ain't gonna harm anyone.  We can help each other, see?  You tell us what
you know and we tell you what we know.  Got it?  So come on, What's goin
on?"

   I looked Rayson in the eye.  Him I wasn't worried about.  He knew I
helped the department enough times when it mattered and had some higher ups
ready to knock anyones head who knocked mine first.  It helped that I knew
some things about some PD officials too.  "Yeah, sure." I said to Rayson.
"So I forget.  Which one are you, the bad cop or the good cop?"

   Raysons face hardened and he looked ready to belt me one himself.

   Pike got up and gave me a sinister smile as Rayson tagged him into the
ring.  He didn't get the chance.  An official barged in and announced the
interrogation over and I was dragged to an upper office where Captain
Nickels waited to see me.

   He had the door shut and it was just me and him.  He got out a bottle
and poured me a glass.  Everything all cozy and friendly.  My inside siren
was sounding 'all alarm'.  He motioned me to a chair with a big black hand
and I sat.

   "Hey, sorry about Ray and Pike." he started.  "If I knew you were here
earlier I would have stopped it." I said nothing and he continued all warm
and fuzzy.  "Hell, they're just doing what they think is right.  They don't
understand you like I do." Oh, yeah.  I understood him.  A fourteen year
old hooker tried to get him for a sexual harassment charge.  I did a little
work and cleared him fully.  She was trying to make a quick buck and I
pointed her to a quicker way.

   Nickles family thanked me and the dept.  did a half nod my direction. 
That's why I still can work despite my reputation.  It was unspoken
agreement that I didn't break any laws even if a majority of the world
found my sexual preference distasteful.  I had saved one of their own and
he was well respected by the force.

   Problem was, I found out too late that he had been fucking the hooker,
and not just her.  But I was maneuvered between a rock and a hard place. 
That's when I realized That Nickles was nobody to trust if you can avoid
it. He was all sweet and 'who me?' as he motioned for me to drink with him.
Part of me wanted to just hand him the KY and bend over right there.

   I drank.  No need to make it worse.  Nobody said anything for a minute
so I said, "Let's cut the chit chat and tell me what you want."

   Nickles smiled.  I would have felt better if he had gotten mad.  This
was gonna be bad.

   "Okay, Ped.  You know Councelman Woodrow?" I started to see the alarm
bells now.  "He has a visiting niece and she's overstayed her welcome.  He
needs a nice place to put her where no one can hear and still get her
later." My jaw dropped.  I closed it.  "I told him about your help with the
department and your certain abilities and he seems to think your the man
for the job."

   I stood up.  "I don't do disappearing acts, not including the one I'm
gonna do now."

   I had the doorknob in my grip when he dropped the bomb.  "Officer Pike
will escort you to your cell, then.  Trial may take a couple of months." I
turned and glared.  "We're short on space and I think everybody knows you
like to fuck children."

   Self preservation kept me from leaping his desk like Pike almost did
earlier.  I said through clenched teeth, "I don't break any laws and I
don't fuck children." He already had a folder of pictures in his hand and
they spilled onto the desk.  I caught a glimpse of one and realized I was
being blackmailed.  There it was in black and white.  Me and my special
friend, Trixy.

   Trixy was eleven years old going on twenty.  She had a hard life and a
strong spirit.  I had saved her a few times and she was now self sufficient
and a good friend.  And I never fucked her.  But she did help me out in
tough times and this one picture showed us in a deep embrace swapping spit.
My fingernails dug into my palms.

   "Hey, don't get me wrong.  I know you done right by her and she's a good
kid." he was all friendly still.  I heard it more like Boris Carloff
anyway. "You know, she should be with social services and not on the
street."

   "Fuck you!" My temper got the best of me.  "Those were the jerks that
were whoring her in the first place!"

   Nickles dropped the pleasant act.  "Then you'd better play ball." Smiles
again.  "I could put in a word here and there and she gets left alone."

   I slumped.  Nickles had me.  Nothing makes me more angry then somebody
hurting kids.  I couldn't let them do to Trixy what she'd already had to go
through again, but I didn't like the idea of sitting on a kid for some rich
politico to keep clean all the while giving me a dirty look like I was
scum.

   Most people think kids and sex are wrong.  Most of the time they're
right.  But nobody in this world works the same and sometimes you find
younger people emotionally and physically ready for it.  And if it ain't
with a good person, then it's gonna be with a bad one.  And besides, allot
of adults want just that, though they can't ever say so.  Hell, I don't
need to preach to you.  You'll have made up your mind long before this and
nobody's gonna change it no how.

   "Alright.  We'll play it your way." I told Nickles.  "But if I find
she's getting hurt, then I don't care who goes down, she gets lost where
you guys can't touch her.  Same goes for Trixy." I held his eyes so he
could see I meant it.  He did.  Someday I might have to die to save a kid
from harm.  I didn't have a problem with that.

   "I think we're on the same page here.  I don't want to see kids hurt
either." he said.  I almost believed him.  "I know you won't do anything to
her either, understood?" I understood.  Don't touch, even if she want's it.
"I'll call you tomorrow with some details."

   I stood to leave thinking I could this time.  "Oh, and Ped?" I stopped
but didn't turn around.  "Don't go near your girlfriend till this is
through." I said nothing and opened the door.  Pike was right there and he
had my shoulder in an instant.

   "We ain't through, tough guy!" he snarled.  Nickles was up and holding
his wrist in a flash.  "Hey!" he said but didn't fight him.  I walked away.
"But he....  He's getting away!"

   I heard nickles say, "You don't touch...." then I was down the stairs
and out as quick as I could walk without raising suspicion.

   Trixy's place was covered by Captain Nickles gorillas and I had to duck
into an adult bookstore to keep from being eye balled by them.  I looked at
Magazines and videotapes.  I saw the words 'teen' allot, but nobody even
looked under twenty one in the photographs.

   The shop had a backdoor to a parking lot and I took it.  I wondered what
else they might have had under the counter but then I remembered the photo
of me and Trixy and didn't like thinking of pictures anymore.

   I doubled back as usual to check for tails and felt clean of them.  If
there was one, he was very good.  I didn't want to go to the office just
yet and needed someplace to just think for the day.  There had to be a way
to close this one without anyone getting hurt and that included me too.

   I found a small movie house running a string of Shirley Temple movies
all day and ducked in there.  Some families looked at the grown man in a
trench coat that was me and gave me the 'stay clear of us' look but relaxed
when the theater manager recognized me and treated me like royalty.  I
didn't make out where I knew him from but judging by his pleasant attitude,
I must have done something good for him.

   That's me.  I got friends I didn't even know of.

   Shirley made me remember what was right with the world again.



   I got a call the next day that said simply, "Meet us at park." and hung
up.  That was probably the drop.  Maybe it wasn't gonna be so bad.  She
must not be trouble if they chose a public place to pawn her off in.  It
was a nice day and I thought I'd better lose the trench coat.  I put on a
DisneyWorld jacket and baseball cap on instead.

   Mr.  Nondescript.

   The park was by the river and a chilly breeze came off of it.  Nobody
was swimming but kids were playing all the same.  I could smell barbecue.

   I didn't know who I was looking for but heard someone come up behind me
before I made a u turn around a tree and came up walking beside him.  He
looked startled but recovered quickly.  He said nothing but guided me to a
car on the street.  I got padded for a gun and grabbed his hand when he
found it.  He glared.  I said, "You think I'm gonna shoot somebody?  I keep
the gun." He held it still and I smiled.  "Don't fool yourself.  I won't
need it for you."

   The grunt up the stakes and I thought I'd have to ring his bell when a
stern voice came from the back seat.  "Jacob!" Jacob the grunt grunted.  "I
think we can trust Mr.  Ped, don't you." Jacob still glared but let my gun
go.  "Get in, Mr.  Ped." the back seat said.  I got in.

   The voice had a face like Herman Munster.  He had the wrong kind of car.

   "I'm Sykes, Councleman Woodrow's personal assistant.  You are Mr.  Ped
Private Detective.  You have quite a police record Mr.  Ped.  A man of your
certain tastes should keep a lower profile."

   "Your right.  I'm the wrong guy for this job." I reached for the door
handle.  "Later, mack." Mr.  Sykes held my arm gently but firmly.  I
sighed. "Okay.  How you wanna play this out?"

   "Right to business, eh Ped?" He reached for a pad and pencil and
scribbled something on it, then put it away.  "That's fine with me.  Our
package is just up the street at the boat launch.  We get her now and then
you make her disappear for a few days.  Then we print a message in the want
ads and you bring her back."

   "You could have had anybody do that.  Why me?"

   "Councleman Woodrow doesn't know what's going to happen.  She just needs
to be hidden from him and we'll tell him she's on a visit to a friend.  She
knows she's supposed to be out of his hair for this...  this thing that's
going on, but he wants her by his side and she's going to go along with
it." Herman explains.  I keep waiting for him to throw his hands up and
start guffawing.

   "What's to keep this from becoming a kidnapping case?" I ask.

   Sykes the Munster nods.  "She's a smart girl.  She'll know what's going
on.  Councleman Woodrow will be too busy to ask too many questions.  By the
time he starts wondering, She'll be back.  Let's go." He knocks on the
window and the car starts and pulls forward.  I didn't like it.  It just
didn't add up and I smelled fish.

   We got to the docks and Jacob ran out to the ramp.  He looked around and
ran back.  His voice was high pitched.  "She's not there boss!" and stood.

   "Go find her!" Sykes roared, and Jacob ran with his tail between his
legs.  I got out too.  "Where are you going?  You stay until we give you
the girl."

   "Oh, yeah.  You got this all figured out." Jacob ran back out onto the
boat ramp and I looked for places to run on land.  Too many places to go.
Yeah, she was a smart girl alright.  "Face it, buddy, you lost her and you
ain't gonna find her now."

   "Then I suggest you find her, Ped." He said.

   I leaned back in through the window.  "You got some nerve, you know? 
You have guys threaten me just for a baby sitting job and you don't even
know where the baby is sitting.  You want me to find her, it's gonna cost
you."

   "Blackmail, Ped?  I thought that would be beneath you." Munster tried to
look scornful.  "I was under the impression that you were helping us for
free."

   "I don't work for free.  I didn't loose her.  Want someone cheap working
for you?  Try Jacob.  I'll bet he finds her right away." Jacob was still
out at the end of the pier looking out at the boat less river.  Like he
thought she would running away over the water or something.

   Sykes exhaled, "I see your point Mr.  Ped.  You find her and I'll pay
your normal wages." That's better.  I got back in.  I wouldn't find her by
running down a street.  I played twenty questions with Sykes about things
that seemed unrelated to anything, got him to cop a picture and then I left
for my own car.

   The girls name was Beatrice.  A sweet looking girl with freckles and
brown hair.  She didn't have that look in her eyes though.  That knowing
look of experience.  That look of having had any kind of sex.  Up till
then, I had thought that she was a child lover for the councilman and was a
risk to his standing if it became public knowledge.  The girl in the
picture was innocent of any of that.  Maybe she had a good facade.  Maybe
it was an old picture.  Maybe I was wrong.

   Still, something seemed wrong about all of this.

   With everything I found out from Sykes, and the picture, this girl
didn't know her way around the seedier side of town.  My fingers tapped the
picture as I tried to think of what I would do if I were her.  Sometimes my
gut leads me to the right places.  This wasn't one of those times.  I was
still worried about Trixy.  Come on, Ped!  Snap out of it!

   I grunted and started the car.  I didn't know where to go so I just
drove to the seedier part of town which wasn't that far from the park. 
Seedy is always close to rivers.  That's where the fishy stuff happens.

   I chose seedy because if that's where she went, that would be the place
where trouble would happen sooner.  I drove slow and checked every alley.
There was no sign of Sykes gorilla anywhere.  You'd think every employee of
his would be out searching.  There wasn't anybody looking out of place
here. Maybe they were trying a different part of town.  It still didn't
seem right to me though and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being
set up somehow.

   There!  A group of men huddled in an alley like a pack of dogs at a
kill. I was out and over in a flash and a thug looked at me like I was a
fly to be swatted.  The gun changed his mind and he booked for a doorway. A
feeling of a bust swept over the group and just about everyone fled.  That
left two guys and they were on the girl.  One held her arms while the other
was ramming his bloody cock deeply into her limp body.  The holder saw me
and my anger, and probably the gun too, and his eyes went wide and he
dropped her arms and ran.

   That left the last man.  The ugly bastard that was raping that poor
child.  He said "Hey!" and didn't see me until it was too late.  I dropped
him with the butt of my gun and he was out cold.

   So was Beatrice.

   She was a mess.  Her clothes were in shreds and she had bruises and cuts
on her face and various parts of her body.  I couldn't wake her and didn't
want to be caught with her in the alley.  I carried her to the car and laid
her on the back seat.  I was out of there like I was the pole position of a
race.

   I thought about a hospital but remembered about keeping everything hush.
More then that, I had a nagging doubt about my unfolding roll in this. 
What was this girl thinking?  Surly she was smart enough to not go
someplace so sinister looking.  Could she have been running away from
something so terrible that anything would be an improvement?

   I had to get her help first.  Her breathing was regular, I had checked
that before driving off.  Nothing broken, pulse good.  Mostly she was in
shock.  I wasn't about to go anywhere where someone could get a tag on me.
Right then I was off the radar but that couldn't last long.  There was
someplace close that might be just the ticket.  Chan's Herbal Remedies.  It
was a few blocks to the right and Chan owed me a favor.  Actually, I had
already called that favor but I had a feeling he would help in a situation
like this one.

   I parked behind in an alley much like the one we had just come from and
kicked the door a few times with Beatrice in my arms.  I had started
kicking again when an older Asian lady opened the door with a baseball bat
in her hand.  When she saw what I was holding, she dropped the bat and
backed away.  I shoved my way in and passed her for Chan's back room.

   I heard yapping in the hall though I had no idea what was being said.  I
didn't have enough laundry to learn Chinese.  Chan barged in as I laid
Beatrice on a cot.  He was holding the bat and stopped when he saw us.

   "You!" he yelled.  "What you doing here?  You no be here!" Chan stopped
yelling when he saw the girl.  He rushed over and put his hand on her neck
and started a quick examination.  "What happen?" he asked.

   "A group was raping her.  I broke it up." I told him.

   "She should be in a hospital." All business now, and his English was
getting better.

   "That was my first thought.  I think she's in trouble and would be safer
laying low for a spell." He stood up.  "Is she gonna be okay?  There was
allot of blood back there."

   "She'll be alright.  Blood is from her hymen." he shook his head and
tsked.  "Bad thing for a child to go through."

   It was my turn to stand up.  "She was a virgin?  You sure?"

   He gently probed her crotch and then wiped his hand.  "Oh, yes.  No
doubt.  She in shock now, but she be okay."

   "Can I ask her a few questions?" I had some serious questions too.

   "Oh, no.  She should sleep.  Best thing for her.  I give her something
to help.  What is her name?"

   "Beatrice."

   "No last name?"

   "Just Beatrice." I lied.  I didn't want Chan calling anybody, or backing
out if he knew the trouble she could bring him.

   "She should sleep all day and night.  This is a terrible thing for her
to go through." He turned to the Asian lady and barked out a string of
Chinese and she rushed out.  "You have things to do, then do.  She won't
wake soon.  Come back in three hours and we see better."

   I didn't want to leave but I knew a brush off when I saw it.  Chan was
very secretive about his healing methods.  It's what kept him in business.
Besides, when I returned it would be better not to use my own car.  I said
thanks and went out the back door to the car.  I drove to nowhere and when
I got there I parked.

   Okay, so she wasn't the counclemans lover.  Was she his niece for real?
Then why go to all the trouble to rope me into this?  The people who know
me know I can be trusted, but more people know about my involvement with
young girls.  It smelled more and more like a set up as I thought about it.
My best bet was to not tell anyone that I had the girl.

   It's nice to know when my first instincts prove right.

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