Bombshell (Devlin Haskell 4) (28 page)

I saw his all too familiar set of handcuffs in
a pouch on the back of his belt, unclipped the pouch and
quickly pulled the cuffs
out. His ankles began to move slightly as I pulled h
is left arm back, snapped a cuff around his pudgy wrist then locked
the other end
around
the bottom leg of the locker.

Wayne
was groaning now,
his fat ass
rolled
from side to side. H
e tugged at his left arm,
gently at first,
but then
a lot
more viciously as his pre
dicament began to filter into
his pea sized brain
. I stepped back just as he fumbled for something on his belt with his right hand. I was afraid someone might have given this fool a gun and quickly grabbed whatever he was trying to reach.

A Taser
was dangerous at any time, let
alone in the hands of a lame brain
like Sergeant Wayne,
down on all fours with his
three
hundred pound ass pointing up at me. I stepped back
a few paces
, almost to the door and
aimed, carefully
. I’m a pretty decent shot, but at five feet even Heidi
passed out up in
the recliner
could have m
ade this
shot tonight.

Wayne
was
regaining consciousness
. He groaned
once or twice then decided it was time to take control of the situation.

“What the, who? Listen y
ou son-of-a-bitch,
whoever you are,
I know you’re back there. You’re
interfering with the law and you’re
under g
o
d
damned arrest. Do you hear me? You have the right to remain
…”

I
’d heard enough and snapped the trigger,
a coil shot out
making a rattling sound before it imbedded itself
into
Wayne
’s ass. T
he seat of his trousers s
moked before a momentary little flame appeared then quickly died out.
Wayne
lurched forward and twitched a good while before collapsing. I didn’t wait for him to come around. I grabbed a towel off the bench wiped the Taser clean then
turned the purse upside down and emptied out all the contents
on top of Wayne.
Lipstick, compact cases, a key ring, two Tampax, a hair brush, mascara, three or four tubes of creams, a wallet and a lot of just junk showered down over
Wayne
.

I left the Taser imbedded in his ass, turned off the lights and walked out.

Back in the private
box I was surprised to see Heidi’s silhouette up and watching the bout. She turned around and looked at me
as I entered, only
it wasn’t her, it was Destiny. She jumped up.

“Oh hey, you said to
like
help myself
, you know
. I didn’t
think you’d mind,” she was hold
ing a lite beer from the fridge.

“You can have all the
stuff you want
, Destiny, no problem. Did
you
happen to see my date anywhere
?”

Destiny looked over in the corner then sort of pointed
with a wave of her lite beer can.

“I think she’s sort of taking a nap
or something
.”

“I think she’s sort of passed ou
t,” I said, looking at Heidi curled up in
the
corner of the
floor. If her skirt was too short to sit
down
, sleeping on the floor of a private box in the Veteran’s Auditorium did not
h
ing to improve the situation.

“Yeah, I ‘
spose, well
I
guess I better get going,
”
Destiny said, and started to leave.

“Relax, stay here if you want. Maybe
you can
help me. I’
m going to have
to get her back to the hotel
,
but I don’t really want to carry her over my shoulder for three blocks.
Any ideas? Who’s winning by the way?”

“Bombshells, they’re like totally killing ‘em. I can think of one way to get her back, I mean
I think it might work, maybe
. But, I don’t know if you’d want to like try it.”

The bout ended about fifteen minutes later.
I sipped a Grain Belt, Destiny rambled on at length about the “totally awesome concerts” she worked at the auditorium and Heidi snored in the corner.

Once the final buzzer sounded and the lights came up Destiny said, “Let me go get something and I’ll
like, give you a hand. Be a good idea if we
wait ‘til everyone is just about out of here
,
anyway.”

“God, I really appreciate your help, Destiny, thanks,” I said. The
n
pulled a twenty out of my pocket and handed it to her.

“Oh wow, thanks man, I mean Mister Haskell.”

“Please, under the circumstances call me Dev,” I said
,
then glanced down at Heidi
still snoring
.

“It’s okay
we’ve all got stories of rich bitches getting shit fac
ed around here. This is nothing
you should see some of the concert action
.
Once there was a couple going at it right in the middle of an Ozzie Osborn concert.
”

“
Ozzie never seemed to have that effect on me
.”

“
Oh, I don’t know,” Destiny said
then shrugged.

She
left
shortly after that
with the promise of returning in fifteen minutes. The teams were still in the center of the arena, talking back and forth. I sipped my Grain Belt and watched as the crowd thinned out. There seemed to be a heavier than usual police presence down on the arena floor
,
but I chalked it up to security for the teams
under the circumstances
. A few minutes later the teams lef
t the ce
nter of the arena and made their
way
to the
lower level entrance and the
locker rooms
. They were flanked by
four uniformed police officers.

A few minutes after that
,
a number of officers were running across the
arena
floor
toward the lower level entrance,
looking excited and
talking into
their radios. J
ust afte
r that a paramedic team scampered across and headed down
to the
lower level
. My guess was the Hustlers had
found S
ergeant Wayne.

It was closer to forty-five minutes before Destiny returned. The lights were on in the arena, the crowd was completely gone and cleaning crews were sweeping the
aisles and
hauling away
wrappers, beer cups and cardboard food trays. Out in the center of the arena a crew in red shirts had begun to disassemble the banked track.

“God, really sorry it took so long, Dev. It’
s crazy out there,
”
she said.
S
he rolled
in a red, two wheeled dolly
in front of her like it was an every night
occurrence
.

“Problem?”
I said, staring at the dolly.

“
Oh
. My. God!
I’m
not sure
, everyone is totally freaked, s
omething about a
guy breaking into
one of
the locker room
s
. Then
the
security
jerk
was involved, the cops, the
y had to call the
paramedics. I don’t know,
so
me
reactionary,
anyway,
they weren’t letting anyone back up here
. The
entire
place was
like
,
under super lock
down
.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, guess they’
re looking for someone. I told them I had to move some stuff.”

“Not far from the truth,
” I said, hoping they weren’t looking for me
, specifically
.
“H
ow are we going to get her out
of here?” I motioned toward
snore queen
Heidi,
in the corner.

“
Well, if she can’t walk…”

“I’ve been her before, believe me, it’s best to not wake her and just let her sleep, she gets sort of violent
and then real sick
.”

“You mean like pukey?” she said, wrinkling her nose.

I nodded.

“Okay, well h
ere’s what we do
, we put her on this,” she said.

“The dolly?” I didn’t mean to sound so surprised
.

“Yeah, it
s like
got a belt and everything. You
can
just
wheel her onto the handicap e
levator
hardly anyone uses it, l
eads you right out a private
side door. I’ll go with you guys, case they try and hassle
you or anything.”

“Gee, Destiny c
an’t
thank you enough. Hey, you
party
after work
?”

“You a cop?” she asked and looked at me warily.

“No, no nothing like that. I was thinking once we get out of here, you should come back
and empty out that
fridge, it’s
on my corporate card. It seems the least I could do
for all your help
.”

“You mean it?”

“Sure, h
elp yours
elf. T
ake it all, happy to help the cause.”

“That is so cool,” she smiled.

“Well, I suppose,” I said.

Destiny expertly rolled the two wheeled dolly into position
. I had the feeling she may have done this a time or two before. I picked Heidi up, other then snorting a few times she had no reaction and I dragged her in front of the dolly.

“Okay, just hold her up, yeah that’s right,” Destiny said positioning the dolly. “Now tip her forward, a little more, okay, a little more. Perfect, okay, now tip her back,” she said. Once Heidi tipped back onto the dolly her head lolled to one side.

“God
,
she’s
really
out,” I said stepping back.

“Yeah, she’s way beyond shit faced.” Destiny said, then wrapped a red nylon belt around Heidi, clipped it at the side and ratcheted the be
lt to hold her snuggly in place. Heidi’s arms looked to be strapped to her sides.

“Here, you drive. Oh, and better grab her shoes, they look like they’re worth a few bucks.” Destiny said.

I stuffed the toe of both shoes into my trouser pockets, the stiletto heels hung out like little jets pointing behind me. Destiny led us down some back hallway I never knew existed, then took out a key and unlocked a security elevator.

“This is for wheel chairs and stuff?”
I as
ked.

“Yeah,” she glanced at the key in her hand, “not exactly handicap access, is it?”

I wheeled Heidi on, her head lolled left and right a few times
,
but other than that she didn’t move. She seemed to be busy reestablishing her snoring pattern. T
wo levels down and t
he door opened onto a dim, empty hallway.

“The exit’s right back here,” Destiny said.

We walked down the hallway, only every third florescent ceiling light was on, castin
g
everything in a sort of murky
, flickering
light. We rounded a corner and the door was maybe twenty feet away. A police officer was leaning against the wall, looking like he wished he was anywhere else. He straightened up as we approached.

“Here you are sir, I hope she’
ll be alright, sorry it took so long,” Destiny said, then looked at the office
r. “Epileptic seizure,” she said and smiled
.