[Authors Note: Sorry for the delay guys - I hope people are still reading..
I have been REALLY busy, and I'm working on like 5 different stories right
now. For all those who ARE still reading.. Thanks :) ]
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The roads were busy that Friday. Everywhere college kids sped around in seach of a weekend party house to stay at, or fathers sped home for dinner to their wives named Linda, and their kids Sarah and Tom. Harry took a right turn that he was sure was illegal but knew everybody did it anyway, as he headed to the Police station. He hadn't told Ronnie what he was up to; he didn't really even know himself, but he needed Ashley's police report file.
He knew the closest Boston police station all too well. He'd been written up too many times to count for the stupidest things. And it usually was for getting.. involed.. Was a lesson to be learned here..?
No.
He turned into the parking lot that sat outside the white and blue building and pulled into a space at the end of a row of cop cruisers.
"Here goes nothing.." Harry muttered as he stepped out of his car, still not exactly sure on what he was going to do, but not wanting to waste any time.
Walking up to the main doors, he fixed up his suit jacket, and tried to look as 'cop' as he could. Maybe with his dark stare on he could scare somebody. Heh, right.
He expected upon walking through the doors that there would be trillions of cops in uniforms with guns and they would all recognize him and point guns at his head, but the reality was quite opposite. There was not 'one' cop in site.
He stood in the Lobby trying to remember that movie 'Blue Streak' and what that guy had done.. Probably shouldn't have fallen asleep right at the beginning.
"May I help you, sir?" the buxom blonde secretary who looked aged and tired, yet cheerful asked him from the front desk that stood large and looming directly in front of him. She interuppted his thoughts, and before he could consider his next moves, Harry moved into action.
"Yes, I'm Detective Lugensnuff...," he trailed off on the last name so she could barely hear him, and reached in his pocket for his wallet, "I'm here to view a file on a case I'm working on." He took out his wallet and flapped it open for a brief second to show his 'identification'. (Which was actually his driver's license with his very poor bored looking picture on it).
The woman folded her arms and leaned over Larry King style not 'quite' believing his story.
"What did you say your name was?"
Crap. Did he even remember?
"Detective Lugensnuff. Miss I am in a hurry; a girl's life is at stake and if I do not see that file immediately - "
"All right, I'm sorry Detective.. What file was that you needed again?" the blonde asked and leaned back more in her chair, swiveling her chair to her computer on her right.
"Ashley Whitmore." Harry said and looked down at her and her computer. She chewed her gum and her fingers clacked on the keys.
"Lugensnuff did you say? I do not see you on file associated with this case.." she trailed off and then looked up at him quizzically.
Harry's brain cranked at a quick response.
"I was transferred just recently. You know those slow dumbasses down in the data bank basement.." Harry smirked. What the hell was a data bank basement? It didn't matter because the blonde laughed and nodded.
"Second floor, detective." she finished off, and pressed a 'magical' button to allow him to go through to the elevators.
Harry nodded and walked through, still amazed with his good acting job. He never in a million years thought he could pull that off.
*****
The roads were busy that Friday. Everywhere college kids sped around in seach of a weekend party house to stay at, or fathers sped home for dinner to their wives named Linda, and their kids Sarah and Tom. Harry took a right turn that he was sure was illegal but knew everybody did it anyway, as he headed to the Police station. He hadn't told Ronnie what he was up to; he didn't really even know himself, but he needed Ashley's police report file.
He knew the closest Boston police station all too well. He'd been written up too many times to count for the stupidest things. And it usually was for getting.. involed.. Was a lesson to be learned here..?
No.
He turned into the parking lot that sat outside the white and blue building and pulled into a space at the end of a row of cop cruisers.
"Here goes nothing.." Harry muttered as he stepped out of his car, still not exactly sure on what he was going to do, but not wanting to waste any time.
Walking up to the main doors, he fixed up his suit jacket, and tried to look as 'cop' as he could. Maybe with his dark stare on he could scare somebody. Heh, right.
He expected upon walking through the doors that there would be trillions of cops in uniforms with guns and they would all recognize him and point guns at his head, but the reality was quite opposite. There was not 'one' cop in site.
He stood in the Lobby trying to remember that movie 'Blue Streak' and what that guy had done.. Probably shouldn't have fallen asleep right at the beginning.
"May I help you, sir?" the buxom blonde secretary who looked aged and tired, yet cheerful asked him from the front desk that stood large and looming directly in front of him. She interuppted his thoughts, and before he could consider his next moves, Harry moved into action.
"Yes, I'm Detective Lugensnuff...," he trailed off on the last name so she could barely hear him, and reached in his pocket for his wallet, "I'm here to view a file on a case I'm working on." He took out his wallet and flapped it open for a brief second to show his 'identification'. (Which was actually his driver's license with his very poor bored looking picture on it).
The woman folded her arms and leaned over Larry King style not 'quite' believing his story.
"What did you say your name was?"
Crap. Did he even remember?
"Detective Lugensnuff. Miss I am in a hurry; a girl's life is at stake and if I do not see that file immediately - "
"All right, I'm sorry Detective.. What file was that you needed again?" the blonde asked and leaned back more in her chair, swiveling her chair to her computer on her right.
"Ashley Whitmore." Harry said and looked down at her and her computer. She chewed her gum and her fingers clacked on the keys.
"Lugensnuff did you say? I do not see you on file associated with this case.." she trailed off and then looked up at him quizzically.
Harry's brain cranked at a quick response.
"I was transferred just recently. You know those slow dumbasses down in the data bank basement.." Harry smirked. What the hell was a data bank basement? It didn't matter because the blonde laughed and nodded.
"Second floor, detective." she finished off, and pressed a 'magical' button to allow him to go through to the elevators.
Harry nodded and walked through, still amazed with his good acting job. He never in a million years thought he could pull that off.