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Lt. Frank LeJeune paced nervously beside his patrol car. When he'd first taken money from the mysterious man he knew as MacAllen, it had been for little things like unlicensed landings at the Marshalldale airport. Later, he'd bought into the redistribution of a plane load of hypradine. After that, MacAllen had owned him, of course.
Hypradine, known as Hype, Thug, Killer, Dyne or Jooce sold for as much as $10,000 a dose on the street; so a plastic bottle of it holding a mere 200 five milliliter doses wholesaled at point of entry for an incredible $100,000. A case of twelve bottles went for a cool million. Six months before, LeJeune had helped unload 44 cases of the stuff at the same Marshalldale airport where he waited, less than patiently, for a courier from MacAllen.
LeJeune suspected that the courier wanted to talk about what had gone wrong with the snatch of the little Munson girl last week. LeJeune had had minimal involvement with that and considered it none of his business why MacAllan wanted an eight-year-old spirited outof the country. Sure, through his connections with the West Coast gangs that distributed the Hype, he'd sent a cover-up gang to destroy any evidence remaining after the clumsy kidnappers had crashed their plane on the Olympic Peninsula.
But he wasn't really a kidnapper himself. Whatever kink MacAllen had was nothing to him. In fact, he'd leave the country, stopping only long enough to pick up the money he'd been depositing by wire transfer in the Banque du Miquelon et Saint Pierre before heading to Brazil or Lemuria, maybe.
From the upper end of the parking lot around the airport, LeJeune could see the panorama of the Marshalldale Valley stretching out. From the eastern edge, a cloud like the one that might be raised by a dust devil or low-flying helicopter approached. Above that and a little to the left, a second small sun seemed to be setting on the eastern ridge. And to his right, south of the city -- had the river caught fire?
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Crooked
Me thinks this crooked cop is about to get his just desserts. Your mentioning the river aflame makes me wonder just how much Johnny Blueblaze's flames migrate the effects of superspeed not just for him but for the environment as well. If not he must be pulling one heck of a supersonic plume behind him on the river!
Great Story Erin! Hugs!
grover!
LeJeune
I keep seeing that name as "JeJune" -- which for a vocabulary geek like me, makes it even funnier
Huh?
I thought she was referring to Steven LeJune the French comic book artist who is working on the on-line comic version of the "Heroes" TV series. Just for grin Tom Sale is the artist who is responsible for 'Issac's' paintings in the program. He has worked on serveral Marvel titles from "DareDevil: Yellow to DC "Catwoman: when in Rome.
grover
Actually
Frances LeJeune was a sergeant I knew in the army, 35 years ago; completely unlike the character here in every respect. I just borrowed the name. :)
BTW, I think I've given out my last clue as to what is going on. :)
- Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
Uh-h-h-h
I think I've given out my last clue as to what is going on.
Then I'm doomed. I was having a hard enough time figuring out the clues, much less the actual story. Now I'll be totally lost! :(
Karen J.
"A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to want to take it off you."
Francoise Sagan
“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn’t become a king. The palace becomes a circus.” - Turkish Proverb
What I meant was...
...it's time to stop being cryptic and get to the climax. :)
- Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.