Less than five minutes and he had Marbles and Beau separated, shut down the bar, sent the dancers back to the dressing room, and was kicking out the Seeds.
It was magical.
Once the dust settled and the regular patches of the WKMC were making sure all stragglers were gone, I got the rundown.
Apparently one of the Demon Seeds prospects cornered a dancer and propositioned her in the hallway opposite where Stevie and I were. She turned him down, reminded him of the no touching policy, and tried to go about her business.Triedbeing the key word there because he didn’t take no for answer and roughed her up pretty bad before Pope and Elias found them.
I guess the ex-marine lost his shit on the guy, beat him within seconds of death before Pope pulled him off the piece of shit and told him to take care of the girl. And when the walking blasphemy came out to let Marbles know what was going on, that’s when all hell broke loose.
Assuming my night was coming to an end and I’d be able to happily jerk off to images of Stevie’s face while she rode my hand, I found Little John—yes, he was definitely attending because of me—to let him know I was rolling out. But again, my plans were foiled.
While Beau the Butcher and Marbles the Insane had their forty-seventh rematch, John got a hit on another of my targets.
Just because I’m sitting on Beauregard like a hen with an egg does not mean I’m not still working. Idle hands and all that bullshit, after all, and this week’s mark pinged our radar while leaving a known pedophile’s house with a rather large duffel bag in tow.
Which brings me back to Anthony Sack-linski.
OfficerAnthony Sack-linski.
Rookie for Birch Creek PD. Twenty-four. Raised in a devout Lutheran household with his three sisters by two loving parents. Mom was a homemaker and church secretary. Dad is a retired homicide detective, that left the force early due to an injury ,and a former Air Force pilot. Recently divorced after a five year marriage to his high school sweetheart. Father to a five-year-old girl.
Dirty cop.
Wife beater.
Pedophile, and abuser of his own child.
And a huge fucking moron because this shit stain uses his ties to the BCPD to findlike-mindedscumbags. He even managed to snag a gig doing the regular home checks on the registered sex offenders in the area, using his day job to get all the info on websites, magazines, and sex trafficking rings that cater to his preferences.
While digging up dirt on him, I found that most of Anthony’s coworkers are creeped out by him and go as far as to call himChester the Molesterbehind his back. Add that to the fact that I was able to hack his computer and find all of his digital porn within minutes. I found exactly where the piece of human waste kept his reading materials and souvenirs, and profiled him to be a total egomaniac with a God complex without ever speaking one word to the fucker, which shows he doesn’t cover his tracks very well. Hell, I’d put money on Anthony almostwantingpeople to know what he gets up to behind closed doors because he’s confident he’ll never get caught.
Surprise, motherfucker.
Caught you red fucking handed.
After another three minutes of fighting with his front door, Anthony finally gets it open and goes inside, the light in his living room coming on first.
I jump down from the tree and start toward the house, my mask and goggles already in place as I watch this bag of rotten flaccid dicks lock up and begin sorting through his mail. He tosses it on the coffee table before turning on the TV, then gapes at the screen like an idiot for a few seconds. Anthony starts to laugh at whatever he put on, my adrenaline kicking in and mixing with my anger while I walk along the side of his house.
Normal.
By all appearances, what Anthony Salinksi is doing isnormal.
Long day at work, hit the gym after. Stop by a friend's house for a drink. Fill up the gas tank and grab a burger in a drive thru, eat it on the way home before checking the mail and looking it over once inside.
All of that shit is the mundane, boring, take-for-granted crap that most middle class blue collar working people do. It’s average.
Every day.
Normal.
And it pisses me off because a son of a bitch like Anthony Salinski doesn’t deserve it.
He had every opportunity given to him.
His parents are still together, seemingly having raised him the best they could; always providing for their kids and never laying a hand on them.
Coasted through school on a 3.7 GPA, played hockey, and earned himself a four year scholarship to CSU. Graduated with a bachelor in business management while going to the academy.
