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The Blue Wall Chapters 15 & 16
The Blue Wall Chapters 15 & 16
frickin’ freud
A cold breeze blew from the air conditioning duct over his head and
directly down the neck of Officer Sullivan. He tried to sit comfortably in the
Danny had never been to a shrink before and he had no clue as to what
awaited him. He also didn’t know what the counselor had to offer him in the
way of making his nightmares cease. It wasn’t like having issues with your
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parents (your Dad beat you, your Mom molested you). There weren’t going
Danny knew what his problem was, it was right there on the surface. He’d
seen his partner splatter another cop’s brains with a shotgun. He didn’t need
As the door clicked shut behind him, the receptionist’s window slid open.
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Chapter 16
The room had gone dark. The glow of the full moon filtered between the
blinds providing just enough light to make out shapes. Danny struggled to
see while at the same time taking care not to trip over the pieces of shattered
He reached for his flashlight, deciding to trade the element of surprise for
light. Instead of thumbing the switch, his fingers fumbled around the handle
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of the flashlight causing him to lose his grip, sending it crashing to the floor.
The shuffling grew closer and Danny searched the floor frantically with his
He jumped to his feet and clicked on the flashlight to see Willie standing
before him. The skin on his face hung in tatters exposing skull fragments
here and there. His eye swung like a pendulum against his cheek.
wall.
"Why Danny? Why did you let this happen? He was your partner…you
He reached out, grabbing Danny by the throat with a vise-like grip and
started to squeeze.
breathing a mile a minute and his forehead dripped with sweat. He reached
under the covers and checked to make sure he hadn’t pissed himself.
This was the same dream he always had. It started to visit him about two
days after Willie’s death and he usually had it three or four times a week.
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At least the Nyquil had knocked him out for this long. Sooner or later he was
going to have to see his doctor to get a scrip for sleeping pills. Knocking
back cough syrup several times a night felt like it was starting to eat a hole
in his stomach.
Peeling the sheets from his sweat soaked body, Danny stumbled to the
kitchen. Maybe a glass of milk would douse the fire in his gut.
The light from the refrigerator seemed as bright as the midday sun. He
squinted and took inventory of the fridge’s contents, giving his eyes a
chance to adjust. Danny reached in and pulled out an empty milk jug and
around.
"Shit!"
His mom had always jumped down his throat whenever he or his brothers
He knew his chances of getting back to sleep were slim at best but they
were non-existent if he didn’t calm the burning in his belly. Danny slipped
into his sweat pants and an old tee-shirt, put his gun in his jacket pocket
along with his wallet and set out to walk to the corner party store.
Danny looked forward to the day his car would be replaced. His insurance
company had finally gotten off their asses and cut him a check. All that
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remained was for him to find another ’57 Chevy Bel Aire that met with his
and had set up an appointment to take a look at it. It sounded like a dream
come true. It was the same body style and paint scheme as his old baby. The
owner said that he’d restored it himself to showroom condition, all stock
parts.
Until he decided to purchase though, he was stuck with taking the shoe
leather express.
When he approached the front doors of the market, a familiar smiling face
greeted him. Not too long after the Stop and Brew burned to the ground, his
old buddy Kenny had taken a job at Danny’s favorite neighborhood store.
"Kenny, you old hood rat, how the hell are you?"
Kenny grabbed his hand with his beefy mitt and shook it as if he was
"Sully! Man I thought I’d never see you again. What are you doing in this
neighborhood?"
"Some son of a bitch broke into my apartment and drank all my milk, so
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"The same thing that happened to your old place of employment…it was
torched."
"Man, that sucks! Anyway, I’m glad as hell to see you ‘cause I’ve got
some news I’ve been sitting on. C’mon, walk with me, talk with me."
Danny grabbed a soda from the icebox near the check out as they headed
for the door. He and Kenny stood out in front of the Dairy Stop enjoying
"So what’s the scoop?" Danny asked, taking a deep swallow of soda.
"Remember when I told you ‘bout Doobie Flowers going off the hook
"Terrence O’Neil!"
Kenny nodded his head, grabbed Danny’s soda from him and took a swig.
"Hey, don’t backwash in that shithead!" he said, bumping Kenny with his
elbow.
"What? It’s not like your paying for it." He said bumping back.
"So is there something more to go with that or is that your whole news
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flash?"
"No, dig this. All that shit that Doobie got into…well he wasn’t flying
solo. Terrence was right there with him. Only thing was, Terrence’s daddy
got him out from under while Reverend Flowers let Doobie crash and burn."
"That stands to reason. Our golden boy Terrence couldn’t follow in his
daddy’s footsteps with a felony rap sheet hanging over his head."
Kenny scanned the parking lot and took a step closer to Danny, lowering
"Terrence is still into all the same shit. Now he just hides behind a badge.
Word is he and Doobie were in some shit when the whole Acey-Ducey thing
went down."
If Danny were sitting he would have been on the edge of his seat.
Kenny scanned the parking lot again and shifted back and forth on his feet
"You can kill it off." Danny said, not believing that Kenny was making
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"Word is that Terrence and Doobie had got their hands on some cash and
bought a whole shitload of product. They was breaking it down and getting
ready to move it when Doobie went ape-shit and started capping mother-
"Coke, man. They cooked half of it down into rock and was keeping half
Now all the little bits of info he had been storing over the past weeks
fit in…he sure as shit had a lot to keep quiet. The Deputy Chief watching
Doobie stroke out without lifting a finger to help him…another loose end
tied up.
The wheels in Danny’s head were spinning like a top. Ideas and theories
crashed into each other sending pieces flying off to form more ideas…more
rescued him.
"Sully, you in there?" he asked, waving his hand in front of Danny’s eyes.
"Then this really ought to fuck you up." Kenny said, moving even closer.
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"The shit that sent Doobie on his killing spree…Terrence was the one that
gave it to him. And it wasn’t no regular shit neither. Terrence cut something
BOOM! Danny’s head exploded. Now it made sense. Terrence wanted the
whole nine yards so he decided to cut his partner out…ALL the way out!
But how much knowledge did the DC have of what his son was into?
He started to feel sick to his stomach. The fact that he was up to his
sphincter in some sort of fucked up conspiracy, mixed with the fact that
"Aisle three."
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