Walking the Blue line - chp3

Walking the Blue Line.
Every rookie police officer knows the dangers of the job by the second week under their training officer. By the end of their training every rookie understands that there are something they can’t control, and not all crimes will be solved. Though all rookies share the same dream. Their first assignment following training. For 21 year old Officer Joe Cartwright of the Baltimore PD that dream is to be a member of the Mounted Patrol. What he got would lead to a life changing path.

Chapter 3
Change in plans.
Lt Wetmore’s office, 34th precinct. 11:05 am

As Joe and Kelly walked through the precinct they felt more than one pair of eyes following them. Joe wanted to laugh as they rode the elevator to the third floor. “I can’t believe those horn dogs were checking out my ass like that?!”

“Get used to it, Josephina. It’s going to happen every time you walk through the door. I much as I hate to say this. You got a better looking bod than just about every female officer on the force right now. When you add in the way you walk. Forget about it. To be blunt Officer. You’re a walking wet dream. The men want to fuck you, and the women want to be you.” Kelly chuckled as Joe turned six shades of red from embarrassment. Thankfully the elevator opened before Joe had to say thing that might increase that embarrassment.

They had barely step six feet out of the elevator before Lt Wetmore was shouting at them. “Ramsy Cartwright in my office now!”

“What the fuck is up his ass?” Ramsy mumbled as they head for the Lt’s office.

“Don’t ask me. I just the bate in this crazy scheme of yours.” Joe mumbled just before they entered the Lt’s office. To their surprise there two men in suits waiting in the office.

“Close the door Ramsy.” Wetmore ordered before saying more. When the door was closed he made the introduction. “These to two gentleman are SSA Little and SSA Shaw with the FBI’s BAU. Gentlemen these are the officers whose lives you’re about to destroy.”

“Lieutenant Wetmore we’re not here to destroy anyone’s life or your case. In fact we’re hoping they’ll be able to help us out.” Little said.

“What the fuck is going on LT?” Ramsy snarled.

“Does this concern the attacks on the transgender community?” Joe asked.

“What attacks Officer?” Shaw asked Joe.

“Besides the four murders there have been eight other attacks. Four t-girl waitresses, three Drag Queens, and one Drag King have been attacked over the last three months. Counting the murders that is a total of twelve attacks.” Joe explained for the two FBI agents.

“Do you know who’s been investigating the other attacks?” Wetmore asked.

“According to Cartwright’s CI SVU has been handling the attacks, LT.” Ramsy said.

“Whose this CI? And are they reliable?” Little asked as he pulled out a note pad.

“Don’t answer that Cartwright. Agent you know damned well that you can’t legally ask for a CI’s name. They’re a Confidential Informant for a fucking reason. As for reliability I trust my officers. If they bring me this type of intel from a CI then I trust. Especially if it is intel on a fucking murder that might be linked to a pattern.” Lt Wetmore snarled.

“Sorry Lieutenant. It’s just that we rarely have a this type of information just dropped in our laps.” Little explained for the three Baltimore cops.

“It’s okay sir. I would question my reliability too. As for where I got the information Agents I got it the old fashion way. I walked and talked my ass off last night. I learned of the attacks during the course of our investigation last night. To be blunt gentlemen. The attacks are all the hookers on the stroll are talking about. They’re even talking about how a waitress from one of the Cabaret clubs gets attack first, then a Drag Queen seven days later, then finally one of the trans whores seven days later with a fourteen day break before the attacks start over.” Joe explained for them.

“Why the hell didn’t we know about these other attacks?” Shaw demanded.

“Because I’m just finding about them myself asshole. So take a breath.” Wetmore snarled before he turned to Joe and asked politely. “Cartwright do you have any idea of why we don’t know about these other attacks?”

“It’s simple sir. The trans community don’t like talking to the cops. Nine times out of ten unless one of them is killed the cops feel they got what they deserved. It doesn’t matter if they’re lying in a pool of blood. They deserved what happened.” Ramsy told him and the two Agents.

“Then how do you suggest we handle this problem? If they won’t talk to us this nut job could keep killing.” Lt Wetmore asked.

“First give us the profile. We still put Cartwright on the street, so we don’t blow our operation. While she is working the drug trade, me and Friday work the attacks with SVU. Keep the agents in the surveillance van. Let them monitor Cartwright as she works the girls.” Ramsy said quickly.

“I don’t like putting our UC in danger like this, but it could close both cases.” Wetmore said

“Sir I won’t be in any more danger than I would be during a normal undercover operation. Though I might not be in danger. My CI also gave us a lead that could led to a massive break in the Twisted Blue.” Joe told him with a smile.

“How?” Wetmore demanded.

“Our suspects are known to hit the Subway Club on Amateur and Open Mike nights. Today is the club’s Amateur night. From what I’ve found on the web. The Subway’s amateur night is the biggest one in the area. They have a five hundred dollar grand prize. Instead of working the stroll I’ll be at the club hopefully making a buy. If we do it right we’ll nab both the four main dealers and their supplier.” Cartwright explained for Wetmore.

“Damn Cartwright. What are you trying to do? Put me and my division out of work?” Wetmore asked with a mile wide grin. “Keep up the good work Officer.”

“I told you I had more information last night, sir.” Joe pointed out with a smile.

“That you did. I just didn’t listen. What I want to know. what were my regular officers doing while you were busting your ass?” Wetmore asked of Ramsy. “Well I’m waiting Ramsy.”

“Try digging through more intel gathered in six hours than we were able to gather in six months. I swear boss. I don’t know how Joe did it last night, but he had those gals talking like she was their newest sister.” Ramsy told him honestly.

“Simple. I showed two of the grand ladies my cock.” Joe told her honestly.

“You did fucking what? Do you realize how many regulations you broke? Not to mention laws.” Wetmore snarled as he glared at Joe.

“Absolutely zero sir. Before you say otherwise there no law against me or those hookers on the Oceanside stroll using the public restrooms. In fact by law we’re supposed to use them. It’s that whole public indecency thing.” Joe pointed out for him. “So long as they use either the women’s or family restrooms. They’re not breaking the law. Despite what’s between their legs.”

“I hate to say this LT, but Cartwright is right. And for the duration of the operation he has to follow those laws. The same laws the Unsub is following.” Ramsy told Wetmore in surprise.

“Excuse me Detective. Are you saying that our unsub is using the law so how?” Little asked.

“Yes sir. Last night I noticed something when Cartwright was interacting with the gals. She never once accused the other girls of prostitution or solicitation. She asked them how their date or what their John liked. She always treated them like a fellow pro. When she talked about the drugs she never asked if they were dealing. Only where she might get a hook up. She also asked which corners she should stay away from. She asked about what bars she could work. Where to get warm during the winter or cool in the summer. Where to get something to eat late at night. Things like that. She also talked about how to avoid breaking the law. What not say to a John. What hotels to avoid. By treating them like friends Cartwright got the pros to open up to her and talk.” Ramsy explained for Little and Shaw.

“Damn. We might have to keep you Cartwright.” Wetmore chuckled.

“Sorry sir. But when this op is over I’m headed for Mounted Patrol.” Joe said with a smile.

“I already talked with Captain Higgins this morning. Mostly because I figured we might have to shut down your investigation Ramsy. But with this new information we can afford to keep it going for now.” Lt Wetmore told them then turned to the FBI agents. “You good with this is plan or do we need to shut the investigation, Agents?”

“Normally we would have you shut down your investigation until we had our suspect.” Shaw said as he thought over what they were trying to do. “But this is one time were an independent operation could actually help us. Especially now.”

“What is going on that you’re not telling our people agents?” Wetmore demanded.

“The unsub we’re looking for is most likely a white male in their late twenties. When he kills he does not kill for the purposes of torture, money or any financial gain. His method suggests he kills quickly and that the mutilation of the body was the key driving force behind the murder. He isn’t sadistic in the sense that his infliction of pain was giving him pleasure. He is out to cleanse the city of what he believes is a sickness. He incapacitates his victims first and then, once they’re down, he performs his ritual of mutilation. This suggests a killer who wants to dominate his victim with power and sexual violence. His actions show a deep resentment towards his victim where he must destroy who they are. He is what we call a purifier. Making him a mission oriented killer. What that mission is we may never know. This also makes him extremely dangerous.” Little explained for Ramsy and Joe. He then asked. “Knowing this are you sure you want to continue with your operation knowing you might be placing a target on your back?”

“Somebody has to act a bate for this sick fuck. It might as well be me. At least I stand a chance at taking him.” Joe told them. “Besides, I still have an operation to finish and a drug ring to take down. I want those fucks off the street before the ruin any more lives.”

“Okay Officer. Just remember to keep your head on a swivel.” Shaw said.

“I didn’t survive three tours of duty in the Sand Box by being stupid Agent.” Joe snarled and turned to Wetmore. “Sir if there’s nothing? I need to get ready to brief the rest of the squad.”

“Use the empty desk in the bull pen, Officer. Give him a hand Ramsy.” Wetmore said.

“Yes sir.” Kelly and Joe said at the same time and left the office. Once they were gone Wetmore turned to the two FBI agents. “You’re holding something back from your profile. What is it?”

“While the unsub isn’t a part of the LGBTQ community. He can charm is into any social group. Especially a fringe group like the transgender. He’s a real life chameleon. Officer Cartwright may have already met our unsub.” Little told him.

“Shit. Any suggestions for increasing his safety?” Wetmore asked.

“Just what you’ve already decided. Let Cartwright work the club with your Vice detectives. While they’re working the Twisted Blue case. Have SVU and Homicide work the strolls. Hopefully you’ll be able to bust whoever’s pushing the Twisted Blue in the next three to four days. Because I doubt we’ll catch a break anytime soon in these murders.” Little told him.

“Why are you saying that?” Wetmore asked.

“Because this guy is following a pattern and he is disciplined enough to not deviate. If what Officer Cartwright and Detective Ramsy found out is even halfway true. The unsub won’t strike again for another fourteen days.” Shaw explained for Wetmore.

“Fuck. Other than what you said earlier about him what else can you tell me about the unsub?” While Wetmore wanted to clean up his streets he knew he needed more to go off of as far as a description went then just a white man in his late 20s.

“He’ll be well groomed. Almost obsessed with his appearance. Even if he works in the trades. Which is doubtful. He’s most likely a white color officer worker. Holds a midlevel management position but feels like his deserves a higher position despite his education. If and this is big if he does work in the trades he’ll most likely be a freelancer or subcontractor. Most likely in the IT Field. His arrogance will prevent him from working for someone else for very long. Which is why he would hold a white color midlevel management position.” Little told him.

“How do you explain his proficiency with a knife?” Wetmore asked.

“Normally we would say the unsub has military training. Except for the methodical butchery of the bodies. It’s almost like the unsub is field dressing a dear or some other animal.” Shaw said.

“This maybe eastern Maryland but we still have a large hunting community.” Wetmore pointed out for the two agents. “If you think the suspect is field dressing his kills. Then it is a good beat that he’s doing exactly that.”

“Lieutenant you just added a totally whole new layer to our profile.” Little sighed. “The trophy collector. Whatever he’s taking from his victims is going to hold meaning for the man. A perfect example of this is the ribs that Jackson Pollman collected.”

“Ah shit. I remember that sick fuck. I was a fresh out of the academy rookie when you took him down. That was just over twenty years ago. How many bodies did you finally pin on that fucker?” Wetmore asked the two agents.

“We found thirteen, but Pollman had the ribs from twenty-seven deferent bodies. Never did find the other fourteen.” Shaw answered.

“What’s our guy taking?” Wetmore asked.

“That’s just it we don’t know. The bodies are so mutilated that it’s taking the coroner forever to process the bodies.” Little told him with a straight face.

“Fuck. Well good hunting gentlemen. I got a briefing to attend and a UC’s safety to insure. By that I mean get out of my office.” Wetmore told them.

Making friends.
The Subway Cabaret.

“Hey girl. Taking a break from the stroll?” Alice said as Joe walked down the stairs to the club.

“I thought I would check out the talent show. I heard that there’s some real talent that shows up.” Joe said as he joined her at Alice’s table.

“Depends honey child.” Lexus said as she joined them with two white wines. “I would’ve have gotten you one Josephina, but first timers have to show their id at the bar.”

“Not a problem. Be right back.” Joe told them and headed over to the bar. When he finally got the bartender’s attention he showed him his id. “A pink lady please?”

“Sure thing. That’ll be nine dollars.” The bartender said as she started mixing the drink. Joe just put away his UC id and took out a ten dollar bill. The man smiled as he set the gin and applejack cocktail in front of Joe. “One pink lady.”

“Keep the change.” Joe said as before he took a sip of the drink. “Nice. Just right.”

“Haven’t seen you around here before. You new in town?” The bartender asked.

“Just moved here. I thought I would check out the local talent show.” Joe told him.

“Danny Thorp. Student by day, bartender by night.” Danny said as he held out his hand.

“Josephina Espina, working girl by student by day.” Joe said as he shook Danny’s hand.

“I noticed that you know Alice and Lexus. We don’t mind you ladies come in. Just know that we have two rules. Rule one no turning tricks in the club. Rule two you have to drink. Can’t have you tying up a table just to get warm.” Danny told her.

“No problem. I do have one question. Do I have to turn dates away if they approach me?” Joe asked Danny politely.

“So long as you don’t actively look for work we don’t care. Just take them elsewhere.” Danny said as he used a towel to wipe down the bar top.

“Thanks Danny. I’ll keep my business to the stroll. In here I just want to have a few drinks and enjoy myself by watching a talent show.” Joe told him as he picked up his drink.

“Then enjoy the show. Next drink is half off.” Danny said as he hand Joe a white subway token. “White token are half off, blue are seventy-five percent off, and red is free.”

“Cool.” Joe said as he turned the token over in his hand. He could tell that the token was fake. On one side was printed ½ and the other was the club’s logo. Slipping the token into his jacket pocket Joe headed back to Alice and Lexus. He had barely made it halfway back when he spotted Ramsy and Friday entering the bar. Sitting down Joe asked. “Do straight couples normally come here?”

“Pretty much. Though they usually only show on amateur nights like tonight and open mike nights.” Alice explained before taking a sip of her wine.

“So long as they don’t cause problems Tim and Jackie won’t turn them away. The minute they cause problems they’re out the door. Trust me Chica. Big and little Billy can handle just about anyone who comes through that door.” Lexus said with a smile.

“Who’s Big and little Billy?” Joe asked them.

“Club bouncers. Though tonight Neal will be on the door, and David will be on the floor.” Alice said before she started to giggle. “I wonder what Willma and Betty’s act will be tonight?”

“Excuse me, but who are Willma and Betty? And what does that have to do with who is working the door and floor as bouncers?” Joe asked.

“Willma and Betty are Big and little Billy’s stage names. They don’t always join in on the fun, but when they do a drag number it’s totally worth the five buck surcharge at the door.” Alice said.

“Um I didn’t pay a surcharge when I came.” Joe said before taking a sip from his cocktail.

“T-girls, Drag Queens, Crossdressers, get in for free on amateur nights. Its half off on Fridays. Though the best night to be here is Monday from five to eight. Drinks are two for one.” A Drag Queen said as she sat down beside Joe. “Hi there cutie. They call me Connie Fidence.”

“Connie Fidence as in confidence?” Joe asked with a raised eyebrow.

“More like con artist.” Alice snarked then hugged Connie before kissing her cheek. “So where you been hiding Connie? We haven’t seen you in a dog’s age.”

“Been working down in DC for the last few months. Had to chase down a runner with a half million dollar bond. The shit bird was hiding out at his grandmother’s house.” Connie sighed and waved down a passing waitress. “A Stroh’s beer in the glass please Gretta.”

“Sure thing Connie. Just let me drop these off.” The waitress said with a smile.

“You must be a regular.” Joe said with a small smile.

“You could say that. I normally only come in on the weekend. But I heard Wilma and Betty are preforming tonight. I always show for them.” Connie answered then frowned as she spotted Ramsy and Friday. “Damn what are they doing here?”

“What’s wrong Connie? Do you see a runner?” Alice asked.

“I wish. Do you see that couple over in the corner?” Connie asked as he pointed at Friday and Ramsy. When all three nodded she continued. “That’s Detectives Kelly Ramsy and Joe Friday. They’re with Vice in the North Central district.”

“Wonder why they’re here?” Joe asked casually.

“I doubt it’s for anything good. The Vice squads normally stay out of the LBGTQ clubs. Then again we tend to police ourselves.” Connie explained.

“Could they be here on a date?” Joe asked just load enough for his wire to pick up the hint.

“Are you kidding Chica? Vice cops don’t date each other.” Lexus snorted then gapped as Friday leaned over and gave Ramsy a kiss. “Holy shit!”

“Maybe they are here on a date.” Alice grunted in surprise. Before asking Joe. “Why did you guess they were on a date Josephina?”

“Back in Buenos Aires the polícia would go to LGBT clubs if they were dating another officer. This way they could keep their romance quiet until they were ready to marry.” Joe quickly explained hoping to through of Alice’s suspicions.

“I hate to say this, but that sounds right for those two. They would know which clubs they could go to and not get beefed for being together by other cops.” Connie said with a thoughtful look.

“They do make a good looking couple. I would never have guessed they were police.” Lexus said as she watched the two detectives. “They certainly look like they’re dating. Why would they want to keep things on the down low?”

“Politics Lexus. Departmental Politics.” Connie sighed as Gretta returned with her beer. “Thank you Gretta. Has the couple over the corner ordered yet?”

“Yup. One G-and-T, and an Irish on the rocks. You want to back them up?” Gretta asked.

“No. I was just wondering.” Connie said as she placed a twenty on her tray. “Keep the change.”

“Okay Connie what was that all about?” Lexus asked her.

“Normally cops don’t drink if they’re on duty. Seeing as how they both ordered cocktails they’re most likely off duty.” Connie explained. “Still I suggested you stay off the nose candy Alice. They see you snorting a line or two. They’ll have to run you in.”

“Shit. Then you better stop the Four Witches at the door. They’ve been dealing Twisted Blue. They’re sure to have at least dealer wait on them.” Alice told Connie.

“Sorry not my circus ani’t my monkeys. If they’re stupid enough to deal in front of a pair of Vice cops. Then they’re too stupid to stay out of jail.” Connie snorted before taking a drink of her beer. “You forget I make a living off dumbasses who break the law.”

“Excuse me, Connie, but what do you mean?” Joe asked her.

“I’m a bail bondsman. That’s how I know Alice and Lexus. I bailed them out a few years ago. The best part is they always pay the bail and don’t try to run.” Connie said with smile. “They’re some of my best repeat customers.”

“No surprise there. At least you don’t over charge the girls working the strip like the other bondsmen.” Alice said as Amy Gates, Betty White, Fifi Nicks, and Sherry Addams walking into the bar. They weren’t alone either. A well-dressed older gentleman in his mid-60’s accompanied them. Joe could tell that the man’s suite was tailor made and cost at least three hundred dollars. “Ah shit. They would have him for a lawyer.”

“Who is he?” Alice asked before Joe could.

“Robert Thorton of Thorton and Brown attorneys at law. They handle some of the biggest scumbags in the city. I talking about a real who’s who of drug dealers, mob guys, and biker gangs. If those four are dealing drugs then they’re dealing for either Koskov Georgiyevich or the Dead Demons MC. Not fucking good.” Connie said as they watch the four t-girls and their lawyer take one of the tables near the stage. “That’s strange.”

“What’s wrong Connie?” Lexus asked Connie with real curiosity.

“If they are dealing then they just did the stupidest thing in the world. Everyone and their fuck buddy can see what they’re doing.” Connie said as she opened her purse and took out a silver and black cigarette case with matching liter. As she opened the case Joe noticed the business cards on the back side of the case. Joe personally knew the drag queen sitting next to him.

“Nice business cards, Connie.” Joe said hoping to redirect the conversation. The last thing Joe needed was for retired Major Crimes Detective Marten Flex getting involved in his operation.

“Thanks.” Connie said as she lite up a cigarette. Taking one of his cards out Connie handed it to Joe with a smile. “Call me if you ever get picked up. I’ll give you the friends and family discount.”

“Thank you. I will.” Joe said as he put the card in his purse. He had barely closed his purse than the MC took the stage. “Looks like the show is about to start.”

“Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the Subway Cabaret. I’m your hostess this evening, Trixie Foxx.” The MC said as she stood center stage just before the opening notes to "Willkommen" came from the club speakers. A song from the 1966 musical Cabaret. At first Joe expected the MC to lip sync so he was surprised to actually hear the drag queen singing.

“This must really be your first time.” Connie said as she leaned over next to Joe.

“Yes it is. How could you tell?” Joe asked.

“Your surprise. I bet you were expecting Trixie to lip sync.” Connie said to which Joe nodded. “Well you’re in for an evening of surprises. One of the rules for amateur night is no lip syncing. You have to use your actual voice in your act.”

“Why? I thought lip syncing was like part of the whole drag queen thing.” Joe told him.

“You see those three men over in the back corner?” Connie asked as she pointed out three men in business suites. Joe just nodded. “They’re talent scouts for record labels. The one in the center is the guy who scouted Rue Paul. They’re always looking for the next underground super star.”

“Do they only come the amateur nights?” Joe asked Connie.

“They also show up for open mike nights. Never know who will be the next break out star or what their act will be.” Lexus said having overheard their conversation then added. “Best keep it down before we attract David’s attention.”

“Sounds good. Besides I want to see the rest of this show.” Joe said and sat back to watch. Over the next two hours Joe amazed by the talent he saw on stage. He was even more surprised by Connie’s performance. While over the top, her rendition of Bonney Taylor’s Holding out for a Hero blew Joe’s socks off. Though the one act that Joe found to be the funniest was belonged to Wilma and Betty, the Bedrock Sisters.

While Joe enjoyed the show she spotted several people going up to the Four Witches and their lawyer throughout the show. They would have a short discussion then one of the four t-girls would head to the bathroom. They were always followed their table visitor. By the end of the show only Sherry Addams still had her hair up in the twist. Seeing her chances at making a buy dwindling fast Joe excuse himself from the table and followed Sherry towards the restrooms. Taking a big chance Joe approached in the unisex restroom.

“I heard through the grapevine that you and you’re friends are the one to see about party favors.” Joe said as he reached into his purse for the buy money.

“Sorry honey. We’re all sold out.” Sherry said as she let her hair down out of the French twist.

“Oh. I was hoping to get something before I headed for Oceanside.” Joe sighed.

“I remember you. You’re the new girl on the stroll. Got to say sweety you made a name for yourself. Especially after you put Irish Red in his place.” Sherry said as she worked a brush through her hair bushing out the tangles.

“I wasn’t trying to. I just hate assholes. Irish Red got lucky last night. I kept my temper.” Joe told her as he moved over to the stalls and stepped inside. Hiking his miniskirt up Joe moved his thong out of the and untucked to relieve his bladder without sitting down.

“Damn girl. Has anyone taught you how to piss like a lady?” Sherry asked sharply.

“Si. My mama taught me how to behave like a lady.” Joe said over his shoulder. “But there is no way I’m sitting down on a piss covered seat.”

“Okay I can see that.” Sherry chuckled as she checked out Joe’s ass. “You got a pimp?”

“Don’t need or want one. Besides I arrange most of my dates through the internet.” Joe answered as he tucked and pulled up his thong. After pulling down his mini skirt Joe turned around.

“Then why were you walking the stroll last night?” Sherry asked.

“Scouting the local talent. I’m looking to build a website for working girls. This way they can get off the streets.” Joe told her sticking to the story he and Ramsy worked up so when the operation was over. No one would tie the busts to her.

“Smart. Looking to become your own Madam. Risky business though. You found yourself a mouthpiece yet?” Sherry asked as she took in Joe’s outfit. “A classy gal like you could get hurt or thrown in jail. Especially if you don’t have a lawyer and protection.”

“No offence, but unless you know one that you can trust. I got no use for lawyers.” Joe said.

“I know one you can trust Chica. He’s also one of the best. He doesn’t care what you do, so long as you pay his retainer, he’ll represent you and not ask any questions. He’ll even arrange protection for you and your gals. For a small fee of course.” Sherry said with a small smile.

“You got one of his cards?” Joe asked politely.

“Here.” Sherry said was she dug out a business and handed it to her. “Give him a call in the morning between nine and ten. I’ll let him know you’ll be calling.”

“Thanks. Well I need to get going. I got a date that I supposed to meet up with in an hour.” Joe said as he headed for the door. “Will I see you later tonight at the stroll?”

“Not tonight honey. Me and my friends are headed for a party over in Ten Hills after the show. I’ll be honest. I surprised when we didn’t see you up there.” Sherry told Joe.

“I might try the open mike. I’m not a very good singer, but I’m told that I am very comedian.” Joe said and left the restroom. As he passed Ramsy and Friday’s table he gave the signal to stand down. As he sat back down at his Connie asked.

“You didn’t buy anything from Sherry did you?”

“No, but I did see her hand a small package to that t-girl in the purple latex dress.” Joe answered honestly. “Why is she pushing bad drugs?”

“More like deadly Josephina. She and the three bitches with her are pushing that Twisted Blue shit. In the last ten days there have been seventeen ODs from that crap.” Alice told Joe.

“Damn. I had no idea.” Joe said before finishing off the last of his cocktail. “Well guys. It’s been nice but I got a date in about thirty minutes. Maybe I’ll see later.”

With that Joe headed for the exit. As he exited the club Connie step out behind him. At first Joe was suspicious of the drag queen. Until Connie waved down a taxi. Thankfully Ramsy and Friday came out right behind Connie. Taking a deep breath Joe headed for the meet up point. A four story parking garage two blocks down the street. As Joe walked he slowly became high headed and dizzy. The more he walked the drunker he felt. As he passed the alley between the garage and an office building Joe stumbled. Instead falling over though he was caught by a stranger who pulled him into the alley. When Joe tried to fight back he suddenly felt a massive electric shock slam through his body. That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.

What the hell hit me?
University of Maryland Medical Center 0915 am
Critical Care Unit.

“Oh fuck my head.” Joe moaned as he came to. The sound of a heart monitor let him know that he was in a hospital. Other than that Joe had no idea where he was. Opening his eyes he slowly looked around the exam room he was in. It wasn’t until I saw the IV and the cast on his left arm that Joe realized he had been attacked. “Oh shit. Not good.”

“Finally back with us Officer?” a nurse asked as she entered the room.

“Depends. What can you telling me?” Joe asked.

“Not a lot Officer. All we know is you were attacked and that you’re undercover. If you can wait a few minutes I can get your Lt.” The nurse told him honestly.

“Sure. Can I get something for a headache?” Joe asked her.

“For that you’ll have to wait until after the doctor has looked at you.” The nurse said and left the room. While she was gone Joe took the time to check out his injuries. First he lifted the sheet. Using his good hand Joe ran it across his abdomen then his chest. When he brushed his hand across the prosthetic breast he almost jumped out of his skin. He actually felt his hands. Not believing what his mind was telling him. Joe pinched the nipple and almost screamed in shock. “Oh fuck me sideways in a back alley. This can’t happening.”

“I’m afraid it that is Joe.” Lieutenant Wetmore said as he entered the room with a doctor. from the looks on the two men’s face something totally fucked up had happened last night.

“What the fuck do you mean by that sir?” Joe snarled softly.

“Excuse me Lieutenant but I think I should be the one to explain Officer Cartwright’s condition.” The doctor said as he took a seat in the only chair. “By the way I’m Doctor Markus Chan.”

“Pleasure to meet you doc. From the sounds of things something totally FUBAR happened at the of last night’s operation.” Joe said as he slowly sat up in bed.

“About that Joe. First you need to know that you’ve been unconscious for the last twelve days.” Wetmore said slowly as if talking to a victim of a violent crime.

“Twelve days? You got to be fucking kidding me. This is some kind of a joke right.” Joe said trying his best to keep from going into a full blown panic attack.

“I’m not joking Joe. Before the doctor goes into all the medical mumbo jumbo I think I need to back things up to the night of the operation. The operation went according to plan. Except for the pay. Ramsy and Friday were able to get solid video of all four Twisted Blue dealers. We were even able to get audio evidence on them. The intel you were able to gather through your wire we’ve been able to trace everything back to their suppliers. Not to mention solid leads on the Dead Demons and their involvement in the Twisted Blue trade.” Wetmore explained slowly.

“Good to know. So how did I end up here and why do I still look like a woman?” Joe said.

“Some time during the evening someone roofied your drink. How they did it we don’t know. According to Ramsy and Friday you never let your drink out of your sight.” Wetmore explained then asked. “Any idea of they might have done it?”

“As much as I hate to say this no sir. I doubt it was the three people I was sharing the table with. As for the waitress I never use her. I always went to the bar myself for my drink order.” Joe told him as he tried to remember the night.

“Don’t worried about it Joe. From what Ramsy and Friday said you followed procedure to the t. The closest we were able to figure out to wasn’t anyone at your table.” Wetmore told him.

“Wait minute sir there was one time my drink was out of my sight. It was when I went to the bathroom. I placed my drink on the sink counter as I took a piss. There were two other people in the restroom with me. Sherry Addams and a Drag King that went by the name of Jett Setter. He had just made a buy of Twisted Blue off Sherry.” Joe said excitedly.

“That would explained the Twisted Blue in your system.” Doctor Chan said slowly.

“I thought Twisted Blue was a new type of crystal meth. Shouldn’t I have become hyper or some shit. Not sluggish or well pass out.” Joe told the man.

Dr. Chan nodded in understanding. “Twisted Blue on its own acts much like a potent form of crystal meth, which typically causes hyperactivity and increased energy. However, when Twisted Blue is mixed with alcohol, the combination has a very different effect. The substance reacts with alcohol to produce a slow-acting sedative effect, similar to Rohypnol®. This reaction explains why, instead of becoming hyper, you became sluggish and ultimately lost consciousness.”

“Oh. What other effects does it have?” Joe asked.

“Sadly we’re still finding out. Though by the time users reach us they’re overdosing. The only way to describe that is nasty. Even if we save them, nine out of ten times they might as well be brain dead.” Doctor Chan explained for Joe. “Though in your situation something strange happened. There was an extreme reaction between the bastardized form of Twisted Blue and the bio-adaptive cosmetics and structural modification systems.” Doctor Chan told him.

“What do you mean doctor?” Joe asked.

“We’re still figuring things out. What we do know is the combination of these substances did not simply interact passively; instead, their effects were amplified, leading to a highly unpredictable outcome. The altered chemical composition of Twisted Blue, when introduced to the advanced bio-adaptive technologies utilized for temporary cosmetic and structural modifications, resulted in a heightened physiological response. This synergy between the drug and the systems caused the body to react much more severely than it would have to either, component on its own, which contributed to the complications following your exposure. Complications that were compounded when your assailant struck you with a modified taser during the attack.” Chan explained.

“When did that happen?” Joe asked with confusion.

“I was coming to that, Joe. Shortly after you left the club the Twisted Blue hit you hard but not har enough to put you out. Anyway you had just reached the alleyway between the Norton building and the parking garage when you stumbled. That’s when your assailant attacked. Before Ramsy and Friday could react the asshole hit you with the taser when you fought back. You might have been roofied, but you put up a hell of a fight.” Wetmore told him with pride. “You bought Ramsy and Friday enough time to bust the fuck wad before he could get away.”

“What held up Kelly and Joe’s response time? they were right behind me.” Joe asked politely.

“Do you remember that bail bondsman you were sitting with in the club?” Wetmore asked Joe. It took Joe a few minutes, but he finally nodded. “Well he confronted they as the came out of the club. To protect your cover they gave him a cock and bull story about dating and wanting to keep it on the down low. Because of the delay they were out of position when the asshole attacked.”

“What aren’t you telling me sir?” Joe asked sharply.

“Ramsy and Friday got to you just as the asshole was loading you into a ten foot box truck. Joe I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come straight out. Ramsy and Friday got you just in time. If they had been two or three minutes later. You would have been raped, and mostly likely tortured to death. The asshole had outfitted the truck as a mobile rap and torture room. The FBI are all over the truck. From what they’ve told us. They’ve found DNA from all twelve of his known victims plus another four unknown victims.” The more Wetmore explained about the attack the more Joe realized just how close he came to dying.

“Wait a minute Lieutenant. Are you saying that there are more victims out there that we don’t know about?” Joe asked in shock.

“We know of at least four unknow victims just from the Baltimore area. Don’t worry he’s not going anywhere. Hell the fucker started to sing the moment we put the cuffs on him. We also found his trophies.” Wetmore told him.

“What did he take LT?” Joe asked.

“A lock of hair and driver’s license from all of his victims, but he took something more from his murder victims.” Wetmore said before he took a deep breath. “Remember how you suggested the guy might be a hunter. Well he kept the gallbladder from his murder victims.”

“What the fuck? Why in the hell was he taking the gallbladder?” Joe exclaimed no longer worried about the thought he might have been raped.

“The FBI is still trying to figure that out, Joe.” Wetmore told him honestly.

“So they have their unsub?” Joe asked.

“They do and they owe it all to you Joe. As for the Twisted Blue operation. The Organized Crime Unit for the FBI has taken over the investigation. Before you blow your top you uncovered a massive organization. Between what you were able to gather during the operation and the busts of the Four Witches the following night. We set to take down not only the Dead Demons MC but the Georgiyevich family as well. By the way we wouldn’t have that intel if wasn’t for you tying Robert Thorton to the Twisted Blue trade.” Wetmore said with a smile of pride before he frowned. “Sadly we had to turned everything over to the FBI’s Organized Crime Unit after we busted the Four Witches on Friday night. We got them and Thorton with enough Twisted Bleu to power an aircraft carrier for a year.”

“Damn. I wish I could have been there for the take down.” Joe sighed then looked down at his body. “If the Four Witches and the serial killer are off the streets. Why do I still look like this?”

“About that Joe I think Doctor Chan should give you the bad news.” Wetmore said with a frown.

“This is what we know so far Joe. Do you remember how I said there were complications following your exposure to the Twisted Blue. Complications that were compounded when your assailant struck you with a modified taser during the attack?” Doctor Chan asked, and Joe nodded. “Well the bio-adaptive technologies in your system were already customizing the temporary cosmetic and structural modifications for a much longer duration than originally planned. These technologies use a skull cap containing a neural net. As you know it is an advanced interface designed to connect directly with the wearer’s brain, allowing for seamless and real-time cosmetic changes. The problem is the neural net in the skull cap, was never meant to handle a sudden surge of electricity. When your attacker hit you with the taser, it overloaded the system, supercharging the neural net before ultimately causing it to short out a two days ago. That unexpected jolt is what complicated your situation and left you in your current condition.”

“So I’m stuck like this?” Joe asked in shock.

“I’m afraid so. While we are able to remove the wig, panty girdle, breast and hip pads. We were unable to remove the neural net of the skull cap.” Doctor Chan told him.

“What aren’t you telling me Doctor?” Joe asked with a cop’s suspicion.

“Your body has remained in a hyperactive state for the past several days. To clarify, Joe, your current physical appearance is natural. The body has redistributed fat and muscle tissue to match the configuration previously achieved through temporary cosmetic and structural changes. The issue is due to a malfunction in the neural net. According to True Flections, all aspects were expected to return to normal within twenty-four hours as your body chemistry stabilized. However, available information indicates that prior to the neural network's malfunction, it permanently altered your body chemistry to this current state,” Doctor Chan stated.

“Thank you doctor.” Joe said as Chan left the room. Joe turned to Wetmore. “LT can I get some time alone. I need to think over my options.”

“Of course Joe. I just want you to know that the Department will have your back no matter what. The Commissioner has already declared your situation a line of duty injury. You take as much time as you need to make your decision. Personally I won’t blame you if you take the medical retirement payout.” Witmore told him kindly.

“Thanks sir, but I already know that I won’t be taking the buyout. I’m no quitter.” Joe told him before closing his eyes and leaning back in his bed. If Joe had kept his eyes open he would have seen a small smile cross Witmore’s lips as he left the room. He also might have noticed the officer standing just outside his room.

“No body other than approved hospital staff enters that room without an escort. Am I understood officer?” Wetmore ordered the man.

“Yes sir. Before you go sir. Can you tell me if Cartwright is going to be okay? I’m his TO.” The officer told Witmore with real worry in his voice.

“Depends Officer Nolan. He’s facing a lot of big life choices over the next few days.” Witmore told him honestly. “Why do you check in on him during diner.”

“Yes sir. Oh before I forget. Earlier this morning there were two FBI sniffing around. I had Carter and Jackson show them the door.” Nolan told Witmore with a nasty grin.

“Officer Nolan let your Patrol Sergeant know that no one sees Cartwright without first talking to me. Especially those fucks in the FBI.” Witmore snarled as he turned to walk away.

“Understood sir.” Nolan said to Witmore’s disappearing back. As Nolan stood his watch he would check on the sleeping form of his rookie from time to time. He still couldn’t believe the beautiful Latina was the Irish/German rookie he’d be training for the last year. Then again if it hadn’t been for Detective Ramsy showing him the video of Joe’s transformation he wouldn’t have taken the courtesy watch assignment. “Don’t worry Joe. If nothing else Patrol will have your back.”

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