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Brogue Cop by Barry Ergang Night and neon gleam had settled comfortably upon the city. The bling around Ondray's neck, fingers, and wrists competed with the neon and won. He slid thumbs and forefingers along the lapels of his cream-colored suit, adjusted the broad brim of his pink-plumed hat, and sashayed into the adult book store.
Detective-Lieutenant Brodner of Midtown Vice, in a leather jacket and blue jeans, browsed a rack of videos.
"The hell's goin' on," Ondray demanded, "bustin' my girls las' night? You gettin' a cut to make sure that don't happen."
"Couldn't help it, man," Brodner said. "The commissioner's on a tear to keep his job. He's trying to impress the mayor so Hizzoner'll reappoint him."
"You coulda given me a heads-up."
"I would've if I could. There wasn't any time. The commish sprung the order on us––city-wide roundup." Brodner sent a placatory smile in Ondray's direction. "But no harm done––your girls made bail––"
"Yeah, an' it's comin' outta your cut."
"––and they probably won't do any time 'cause they're first offenders."
"They better not. The two you grabbed are a coupla hotties right off the boat from Dublin who love to ball an' bring in lotsa green. They so pissed about the bust, they got in my face an' near bitch-slapped me."
"I doubt that."
"Think I'm playin' with ya? I'll get you together with 'em, tell 'em you a vice cop, an' you see for yourself what it's like to mess with my riled Irish hos."
THE END Barry Ergang © 2007 |
Barry Ergang is Managing
Editor of Futures Mystery Anthology Magazine (www.fmam.biz) and an
assistant editor for Mysterical-E (www.mystericale.com/). His fiction,
poetry, and non-fiction have appeared in numerous publications, print and
electronic.