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at Clark County Jails; not the same
place my father did time but it was a huge slap in the face for dad. Here he
was unjustly imprisoned, and then his wife goes and dumps him for a cop. It
goes without saying that I haven’t spoken to my mom in something like 10 years
and my dad died six years ago of a heart attack. My little brother sided with
my mom and me with my dad so that pretty much wrecked our relationship.
    For a while I thought Caleb would follow in his step
dad’s footsteps and become a cop but he got interested in computers and video
games and that was the end of his law enforcement aspirations. I went to school
to get a fire science degree with the hopes of becoming a firefighter and it
worked. I was halfway into my degree with I got hired on with WFD (Watsonville
Fire Department) and eventually became certified. I spent three glorious years
as one of the only two female firefighters in the department before I was
injured in a warehouse fire and broke my back in two places. It was a long slow
painful recovery but I was never able to get reinstated as a firefighter. Since
then I have been working part time as a 911 dispatch operator. I like it, but
at times it’s hard when I dispatch my old unit to a fire and I can’t come
along. Oh well…I knew the risks when I was hired and I really don’t regret it.
I had some wonderful experiences as a firefighter that I wouldn’t trade for the
world.
    As I’m sitting at Starbucks sipping hot coffee I can’t
help but wonder what my brother would think if he found out that I am dating a
cop. It’s not my fault that he has chosen to ally himself with the wrong side
of the law. It pisses me off. Before my dad was thrown in jail, Caleb and I
were close. I basically have lost my entire family. I’m just about ready to get
up and leave when Marc actually walks in. He’s in full uniform and is obviously
on duty. He doesn’t see me right away and goes up to the counter to order
coffee. He can’t miss me going out so I am going to have to talk to him. Not
that it’s such a bad thing…but I don’t have makeup on and am wearing a
well-worn pair of sweats.
    I pretend not to notice him when he approaches with
coffee in hand. When he finally addresses me I make a big show of being totally
surprised.
    “Oh my god Marc, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
    “I don’t often come here. It’s not my area but I had to
meet up with another officer and go over a call we both responded to. So what
are you up to this morning?” He asks.
    “Nothing much.” I reply. “I just got up and decided I was
too lazy to go to Safeway to get beans to roast at home so I came here instead.
I don’t go here much either. You can sit down if you like.”
    Marc hovering over me like this makes me even more
nervous.
    “Thanks. I can’t stay long but I can chat for a minute.
We still on for tonight at 7:45?”
    “That’s right.”
    “Great. I was beginning to second guess myself. Hey… you
ever go to that new bar on Ocean Street?”
    He can’t bring himself to say the name. Especially since
the sign has a pig riding Harley on it and the pig is dressed up in a cop
uniform.
    “Yeah I go there…Molly likes it.”
    “You know anything about the incident where those two
bikers attacked and tried to kill a patron for no reason?”
    “No reason? Your kid-” I stop myself. I just gave away
that I may have been there or know something about it. Maybe he didn’t notice.
    “You were there with Molly weren’t you?” He asks, keeping
his tone friendly.
    “Uh yeah, for a minute, why?”
    “Evidently someone caught the whole thing on camera, but
they won’t come forward. At least that’s the word on the street. You see anyone
with their camera out taking pictures or recording anything?”
    I hate lying, but I’m not ready to turn myself in either.
Trouble is, the longer I wait, the guiltier I seem. If I turn it in now I may get
in trouble for hindering their investigation. I wonder if I