Race

I was now pissed. “I’m going to shoot you,” I said. At this point I would have.

As I was getting further, it was getting colder.

I was shivering.

I knew why.

Many of the freezer doors were left open. Purposely.

He was trying to freeze me.

I don’t think so.

He didn’t realize how resilient I was.

I sneezed. And then sneezed several times more.

I wiped the snot with the back of my sleeve.

I must be coming down with something.

I did a full circle and when I was certain I was alone I gently shut one of the freezer doors.

I went along doing this.

When I pulled the last door to close it, out came a fist from behind. I reacted, but not fast enough. It smashed into my chin.

I lost my footing and fell on my back. My gun, already too cold to grip, flew out and landed underneath one of the racks.

I had to get back on my feet, but he was on me like a tiger.

He raised his fist but stopped in midair.

I was confused.

He looked to his left and I did too.

Garnett stood with his gun aimed squarely at him.

This was the second time Garnett had saved my life. It was embarrassing.

I got to my feet as Garnett cuffed the blond man.

The blond man had the I-almost-had-you look.

I hated it.

Garnett pulled the blond man away by his collars.

I was standing alone in the cold room.

I had had enough. The warehouse was secure and all the occupants in custody. I took the first exit out onto the street.

Three members of the Clandestine Laboratory Unit brushed past me. They had their hands full with all the chemicals and stuff inside.

It was the middle of the night but I could still make out a dozen or so marked and unmarked vehicles around the warehouse.

The media would be swarming in any minute.

I couldn’t believe it was finally over. We had RACE and Nex. But I didn’t feel cheerful or happy.

I was relieved, though.

Maybe, I was expecting more.

I guess I was hoping I would be the one to solve this case all by myself. Instead, it was Beadsworth who’d made sense of everything that had happened.

There was a noise that made me turn. I saw Herrera escorting Laura, whose real name, I later found out, was ZeenaStankovich. She was handcuffed and her head was bent.

As they got closer, I stopped them.

“I knew it was you all along,” I said.

Her face contorted. She was ready to spit.

“Take her away,” I said.

Herrera was more than glad to.

I saw someone I was glad to see. Clara Terries. She had just turned the corner and was walking with another officer. I was relieved to see it was Nemdharry and not some young, good-looking fellow.

Not that it mattered…

She smiled as she came closer.

“I guess, we did it, Jon.” Her smile widened.

Jon. I blushed. I lowered my voice, “Ma’am, I’m also referred to as Jonny.”

“Is that right?” she said, playing along. “I’m referred to as Clara. Not Officer Terries or Officer Clara. Just Clara.”

“It’s a deal. Clara.”

We both went silent. I glanced at the warehouse.

“Are we still on?” she asked.

“I’m sorry?” I said.

“When we first met, you asked if I liked bubble tea. I’ll take you up on that offer.”

My face dropped. It was the last place I wanted to go-not that I had anything against bubble tea. As a matter of fact, I still cannot stop praising the strawberry kind.

“Uh, I…if you really want…” I started.

She leaned closer and whispered. “I’m only kidding. I heard what happened.”

I was relieved.

“Maybe, somewhere else then?” She winked.

I nodded and smiled.

I sat on the cold pavement and leaned back on my palms, trying to soak up everything. Reporters, followed by cameramen, approached the secured area. More people were led in handcuffs to marked cruisers. Aldrich talked to reporters as if it was he who had stopped this new and unknown threat.

I later found out it was Garnett who had called Aldrich here.

Apart from Longfoot, Garnett, Beadsworth, Nemdharry, and me, of course, no one knew Aldrich’s ties to RACE, not even the other members of Operation Anti-RACE.

Aldrich would be disciplined but it would all be internal, I was later told.

Garnett emerged from the warehouse. I waved him over.

Reluctantly he came.

I didn’t bother getting up. “Detective Garnett, shouldn’t you be talking to the media instead of him?”

Garnett looked in the direction of Aldrich and said, “That might be his last time. Let him talk. He’s good at it.”

Was that a joke?

“Sir,” I said. “I would like to thank you for saving my life. Twice.”

He looked at me intently. “Officer Rupert, I had no choice. I didn’t want any mess on my hands. Remember clearly what I’m about to say. If I had a choice you wouldn’t be talking to me right now.”

That, I knew, was not a joke.

Beadsworth was bending down to a cruiser window. He was talking to ZeenaStankovich, the mastermind behind this operation. He said a few words and then approached me.

“I’m glad you’ve found a good spot,” he said, referring to the side pavement.

“Only one available, I’m afraid. If you want I could probably find a spot for you,” I said looking around.

“I’ll pass.”

“She give you any trouble?” I said, jerking my head toward the cruiser.

“As a matter of fact, no,” he said. “She was very cooperative. She knew we were coming.”

There was a moment of silence when he said, “Are you still interested in being a drug enforcement officer?”

“It’s too dangerous. Right now I’m not sure about anything.”