Race

“Shut up,” I said. “You don’t scare me.”

“My boy will get you.”

“Your boy is still pumping air in the tires with his mouth.”

He moved for the door.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“When you’re out that door I’m going to run after you and with that fur coat on you’re not going to get very far. Once I catch you I’ll beat the shit out of you.” I was lying, of course. I was thinking more of running him over with the car.

“I’ll call the cops. You can’t touch me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll say you bolted before you paid.”

“Shit, kid. You got a lot of nerve.”

I flared my nostrils boldly. I was the man.

He looked at me intently. “Wait a minute. Aren’t you that parking cop who was in the papers a couple of years ago?”

My nostrils deflated.

“Yeah, it was you.” He started laughing. “What? You screwed up so bad now you’re driving a taxi?”

“A man can’t get no respect,” I said.

He continued laughing.

“I am in the drug squad now.” I flashed him my badge for good measure. “That is why you’re going to help me.”

He leaned back and spread his arms.

“Do you know anything about RACE?” I said.

“Who?”

Whenever I mentioned RACE people got that confused look.

“Do you know anything about Nex?”

“Kid, what are you talking about?”

“This new drug that’s suppose to be bigger than Ecstasy.”

“How’d you know about that?” Marcus asked, surprised.

“I’m in the drug squad.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

He was right. He didn’t. It all looks so easy in the movies, where the hero demands answers from the villain and most often than not he gets them. In real life it’s entirely different. I might have to beg.

“Come on, man,” I said. “Help me out.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” he said laughing. “The only way I’m talking is if you arrest me.”

“Fine,” I said. “Last time I do anyone a favour.”

His eyes narrowed and he said, “What’re you talking about?”

“I’m just saying,” I started. “We know you’re involved in all of this. Last week we saw them-” I had know idea what them looked like. “-at your place.”

He said, “I’m gonna deny everything.”

“Of course you are. But let me tell you. When these guys-” I was careful not to say RACE. “-Get busted, you’re going down with them.”

“What’re you saying?”

“I’m saying we know they have the drug and it could be ready in a matter of days.”

“You know about that?”

“Of course, man. We’re the cops. We’ve got a huge team working on this case. You’re a paper-reading-kind- of-guy so you must have heard about the RCMP’s investigation into the drug squad?”

He nodded.

“To bring respectability back to the force we’re going to get this gang of drug makers and we’re going to make an example of them.” I emphasized the next sentence. “We’re going to make an example of you.”

His face went serious. “The favour you mentioned. Why?”

“Let’s just say, I want to be the one who breaks this investigation. Make up for the mistake I made years ago.”

A group of people stared at us. I guess they wanted a taxi. I started the car and drove.

“What will I get if I help you?”

“I’ll tell them you were very helpful.”

“I’ll still go to jail. I sell drugs to kids, remember.”

“That’s your problem, but if you help us you won’t go to jail for this new drug, will you?”

He thought about it.

“There is nothing to think about,” I said.

“Okay, okay. They came a few days ago with their new quick-dissolving formula. You know about it?”

“Yeah, of course.” Quick-dissolving?

“This thing, I mean, this tablet just disappears inside your mouth.”

“You tried the drug?”

“No way,” he snapped. “You crazy.”

“Where can I find these people?”

“How the hell do I know? The rule is you don’t ask any questions. But they’ll probably come back when they have the drug.”

“Right,” I said more to myself than him. “Once they come to you, we follow them.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said.

“So we have a deal, right?”

He moved his head in agreement. “Yeah, sure.”

I turned my head back, slightly. “You better stick to the deal or else-”

“Look out!” he screamed.

I twisted and saw a kid crossing the road. I turned the wheel sharply. The car veered to the right, went onto the sidewalk, and hit a large recycling bin. The heavy plastic bin flew over passing vehicles and landed on the opposite sidewalk, like a scene from a cartoon.

I turned to see if the kid was okay. He was walking in the opposite direction with his head low and bopping. His ears were covered with large pilot-style headphones. He had no idea what had just happened.

Teenagers!

I looked back and Marcus had horror over his face. His eyes bulged out and his arms were spread apart. He looked as if he was going to fall and was holding on for dear life.

“You okay?” I said.

He was pale and his mouth was open.

“You must have seen worse,” I said, unbuckling my seat belt.

He nodded and then quickly pounced out of the car.

“Remember our deal,” I yelled as he ran away.

It’s not pretty seeing a grown man in a fur coat run like that.

I got out to see the damage.

I nearly screamed, the kind of scream that even aliens on far away planets can hear.

There was a large dent, the size of a half watermelon, on the right side of the front. The headlight was smashed beyond repair.

This was not good.

Mahmud would kill me.

I pulled out my cell phone and called the one person I knew who could help in this situation.

Eight minutes later a brown coloured tow-truck parked behind the busted taxi. Out came Joe Coultier, his