A grieving, hungover detective is assigned to a mysterious attempted kidnapping case. An overworked single mom is the victim and only witness. Together, they stumble upon a truth both thought only existed in fairy tales.
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Saul’s jaw dropped slightly and he leaned back, he studied the other man’s face. He looked like a different person. His eyes were clear, his teeth even looked healthier, not the usual rot left by smoking crack, and his smile had changed. It was warm and genuine. However, that is not what shocked Saul. Zac had the same brilliant glow, the glow he had seen on Barney’s church people.
The detective stood quickly, almost stumbling to the ground. He didn’t understand what was going on, but needed to space himself from it, for protection.
Saul stumbled out of a side door, into an alley. He leaned his back against a wall next to a dumpster and planted his hands on his knees, as he breathed short concentrated breaths trying to make sense of what was going on.
After a few minutes, he sat up and looked around, everything seemed normal. There were no shiny objects or glowing objects. Saul smiled to himself. Of course, it’s all in my head. Trick lighting and some people who were messed up for a long time just happened to get straight at the same time. Good for them, but it was just coincidence.
Suddenly, a loud baritone voice barked out, “Shut it! I don’t want your excuses, only results, the boss had plans with that woman… and her boy. Now, she’s found some protection, we’re gonna have to start over with someone else.”
No ways! I can’t be hearing two thugs talk about Jennifer and some conspiracy for their boss, could I? I’m not that lucky! Saul thought. The detective was completely hidden behind the dumpster, so he could not see the origin of the voices.
The voices continued, “But, Shameless, I’m telling you. I didn’t see them coming, and they had such power. There’s been nothing like it around here in over a 100 years!”
Shameless? Must be the Irish mob or some stupid nickname. But what does the other yahoo know about what happened here a century ago? Saul pondered this as he slipped his Glock 22 from it’s holster. With his other hand, he texted his partner Bobby his location and to bring back up.
A massive thud interrupted his thoughts. “Lascivious, you know nothing of control or power. Stop your whining before I drag you by that long tongue of yours to the boss and he eats you alive!”