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was probably close to six feet tall and very shapely.  She looks
like someone who hasn’t been in a wheelchair for very long. She still has great
muscle tone from what I can tell from her outfit and she looks like she is
still getting used to maneuvering everywhere with her chair.
    I walk up to her and hand her
the note she had delivered so she knows without a doubt that it’s me. She
smiles and offers her hand.
    “Thanks for meeting me.” She
says but still doesn’t identify herself.
    We shake hands. She has a
surprisingly strong grip for a woman. I follow her lead and don’t mention my
name either. She knows it of course but I get the feeling that she doesn’t want
me broadcasting my name around.
    “Let’s go for a walk.” She
suggests, so I follow her out of the bakery.
    We walk for several blocks
before she finally breaks her silence.
    “So how long have you been
back in town?” She asks me.
    “I just got back actually.”
    “I see…. So what do you know
of Alex’s death?”
    “Only that she died.”
    “That’s not a hell of a lot.”
She replies. “I was her partner.”
    “I wondered. Despite the chair
you have cop written all over you. You have some answers for me?”
    “I wish I did.”
    “So why are we meeting then?”
    “How close were the two of
you?” She asks, ignoring my question.
    “We’ve been…we’re… best
friends since before grade school. Went to the same schools up through high
school even. I ended up in a community college while she went to UC Davis two
hours away but we remained as close as ever. She was my family. I loved her
like a sister.”
    “I see…”
    “I’m getting the feeling that
you don’t know much about her death. Why are you asking me all these
questions?”
    “Even though the
investigation into Alex’s death is a closed case, it’s not for me. Ms.
Clarkson.”
    Now it’s my turn to be
surprised. I guess I just assumed she was gunned down by one of the Advocates
or the Sleazebags, end of story.
    “So what do you need from
me?” I ask.
    “Well…that depends on you.
How badly do you want to find those responsible for her death?”
    “Pretty damn bad.”
    “How well do you know the
Death Crusaders?” She asks.
    “I guess I used to know them
pretty well but from what I understand, most of the guys that I knew are either
dead or in prison right?”
    “Most are, but some of the
top brass are alive and well.”
    “What are you asking me?”
    “Would you be willing to help
with our investigation?”
    “I guess.” I reply. “Although
I’m not sure what I can do. I’ve been out of the country for almost two years
and I have no idea what’s been going on since I left.”
    “I’m aware of that.”
    “This help that you want from
me…is there any risk in it?”
    “Yes. You’d be doing some
investigating for me and me alone. No one else can know about it.”
    “I see. Is this investigation
sanctioned by your department or is it…how do you put it; off the books?”
    “This would be just between
you and me Ms. Clarkson and nobody can know about this, not even your friend
Blade.
    “I see…can I have a couple
days to think about this? What you’re asking, it’s quite a lot.”
    “I’ll give you till tomorrow
afternoon.” She replies.
    “I don’t know if I can decide
that quickly. Nothing I find out for you is going to bring back my friend so
there’s not much upside for me in this.”
    “There’s something else Ms.
Clarkson.”
    I don’t like the sound of
that.
    “What else is there?” I ask,
not really wanting the answer.
    “You must be aware that you
left some not insignificant legal problems behind when you became a fugitive.”
    Oh fuck! I knew the chickens
were going to come home to roost one day or another. I was just hoping it
wouldn’t happen in this decade…or the next or the next…Dammit!
    “So is this how you’re going
to do it?” I ask. “You’re going to hold my past over my head for as long as it
takes