The Interstellar Police Force, Book One: The Historic Mission by Raymond Klein (good books to read for women TXT) 📗

the street in the shadows. The three buildings they selected to stake out were one block down, two on the left and the other on the right. The buildings were covered with graffiti and surrounded by trash.

Genghis was keeping an eye on the computer screen, while Trent sat calmly drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He looked around, then quietly went, “Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.”

“No, no, no,” Genghis said. “It’s a little more higher pitched and nasally, like this.” Genghis proceeded to do his own impression of Curly Howard.

Trent listened for a moment. “You think? I thought it was more like, Ny . . .”

Jeff turned his head toward the computer when he heard the alert tone. There was a car coming into the area. The first one detected so far that night. They were parked facing east on Anderson Road. The car that got their attention parked somewhere on 15th Ave, one block over. They could not see the car, but Genghis was able to scan it. “Nothing,” he said. “No flammable materials, two occupants. Haven’t a clue why they’re out here.”

“Possible local police also on a stakeout?”

“No, I’m not detecting any weapons of any kind. No advanced radio or computer equipment either.”

Trent thought for a moment. “Two occupants? Maybe they’re a couple trying to find a quiet place to park.”

“Geez O Cow!” Genghis said, while surveying his surroundings. “Couldn’t they have found a place a little more romantic then this crap hole?” Just then Genghis’s ears perked up, “Did you hear that?”

“No, not a thing,” Trent was getting used to his partner's new-found heightened senses.

Genghis shot his head toward the right. “There it is again. Sounds like a female. Possibly in distress.” Genghis got up, stood on the seat, hopped over the door, and landed on the ground on all fours. “Come on. Let’s check it out.” Jeff exited the Thunderbird and followed his partner.

They both walked across a small piece of property that once had a building on it. The small vacant lot had a partially bent, rusting chain link fence around it that didn’t do a good job at keeping anyone out. Streetlights elongated their shadows as they trekked the uneven landscape, which had patches of light color sand, long strains of grass and weeds, and a large amount of garbage covering the ground.

They proceeded toward the back of the two empty warehouses that faced 15th Ave.. Each warehouse had a five-foot high brick loading dock, where trucks once backed up to. Beyond that, the roll-up loading dock doors were rusted and covered with spray painted words and strange looking drawings. Windows were broken and wood rotting. A stray cat ran from the shadows when it sensed Jeff and Genghis approaching. Genghis had an odd sensation to pursue it, but shook that thought from his mind.

There was a small alley just six feet wide separating the two old buildings. Jeff removed his PK30A and motioned for Genghis to stop. Genghis sat and reached up with his hind paw to his collar. His Immobilizer was still securely fastened if he needed it. Genghis let Trent enter the alley first. It was dark with plenty of places to hide. They both slowly walked through, Trent leading with his PK30A, while Genghis sniffed the air as they went. Jeff now could hear voices. They were arguing.

The other end of the alley opened up to the 15th Ave sidewalk. There was a streetlight ten feet away that illuminated the alley entrance. Jeff quickly popped his head out between the buildings, scanned the area, then stepped back into the shadows. “There’s an auto-mo-bile in a parking lot across the street,” he told Genghis. The voices were louder now. Trent nodded to Genghis and they both stepped out of the alley.

The light blue 1998 Cadillac was parked haphazardly in a vacant parking lot. They could see the silhouettes of two people in what looked like a slight struggle. Just then the passenger door opened and a young girl stumbled out. “I said NO! You freak.” And slammed the door shut. That action was followed by the drivers side door swinging open. A tall thin balding man came out. “What the hell do you mean no!” He said in a deep voice. “I paid you already!” He crossed around the front of the Cadillac.

“Yeah, well I’m not doing that, asshole! You can have your money back.” She turned and started to walk away.

He moved quickly and roughly grabbed her arm and swung her around. “Ow! Let me go!”

“You're going to do what I want.” She started struggling and twisted around to break his firm grip, but tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground. He raised his other hand and was about to swing . . .

“That’s ENOUGH!”

The tall thin man and the girl both were shocked at the fact that there was anyone else in the area and looked in the direction of the voice. There was a man in a black trench coat coming across the empty two lane road, the coat flapping behind him as he quickly walked. A large dog trotted next to him. What got the attention of the tall thin man was the large gun in the right hand of the approaching stranger. He held the weapon straight out at eye level, elbow slightly bent. “I think you're going to let her go now.”

Stunned, the tall thin man released the girl. “Ah, it’s okay, officer.” He nervously said and straightened up, arms slightly spread out. “We’re just having a little lover's spat, nothing to really worry about. It’s just a little disagreement.” He could see the angered look on the stranger's face as he got closer. The barrel of the gun looked huge and seemed to be pointed right between his eyes. Which it was.

“Keep your hands where I can see them,” Trent told him. Genghis quickly ran around the Cadillac and took up a position directly behind the tall thin man.

The thin man nervously