Who Framed Tucker Randall?
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Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,100
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Highlight of the Night
While he approached his car, George opened the door then heard a woman screaming. "No! No, stop it, please get away!" she shouted, frantically. George looked up to see the dancer, Susannah being pinned down against the top of her car by a man in a ski mask. She struggled to fight him as she pleaded with him when the attacker made attempts to remove her top. "NO!! Somebody help me please!!" she yelled.
George quickly slammed his car door and ran over to the man in the ski mask and yanked him off. "Hey! Hey, you get off her!!" he shouted. He successfully rescued Susannah and pinned him onto the ground while pulling out his badge. "Leave the lady alone, asshole! I'll give you one chance or I'll have you arrested and pull off that mask and see who exactly you are!" The attacker struggled to get away then George released him to let him get away while he had the chance. George watched the man take off then he walked back to Susannah, who was sobbing by her car door. "Ma'am?" he said to her, gently putting a hand on her back.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!" she snapped at him, when he could see her wet face with tears.
"I'm sorry," George apologized. Susannah went on crying, holding a tissue in her hand over her nose.
"Are you ok, Susannah?" he asked.
Susannah took a quick moment to compose herself then turned around to face George. "God, I hate this goddamn job! But it's the only way I can afford to be on my own."
"On your own? You look so much older than being a teenager."
"I'm 34. It's not easy being on your own when you're not married but at least I don't have kids."
"That's true."
"Are you married?"
"No, I'm not. What just happened, how does this make you hate your job?"
"Oh, those dirty men are always coming by me when I'm not on the stage, whether it's just around the club or in the parking lot and they're always trying to take advantage of me. Something like this is just worst and has never happened before. I go up there just doing my job and those men think it's more than just that. It's nothing personal, it's all professional."
"I know it is. Look, are you ok? Do you want me to drive you to the hospital? Call someone? Call your boyfriend?"
Susannah shook her head. "I don't have a boyfriend. I just have my mother and my sick father who aren't even around here. I just have my older sister but she's working late tonight. I'll be fine, I don't need a hospital."
"Well, let me at least follow you home... just to be sure you're ok and you get home safely."
Susannah paused, looking at him. He had the most handsome face she had seen then she nodded. "Yeah, fine. You can follow me."
They heard a clink then they looked down to see George's badge dropped on the cement. "Guess I didn't stuff it all in my pocket," George said, picking up the badge and putting it in his pocket.
"You're a police officer?" Susannah asked.
"I'm a detective from the Orlando Police Department."
"Oh... were you here on a case?"
"No, no, I'm already off duty. Come on, I'll follow you home."
They got into their cars then George followed Susannah to her house. Susannah drove into the driveway then George stopped by the side of the road, watching her until she would get into the house but she didn't. She hestitated and George watched her, wondering if anything was wrong. Susannah turned around, walking towards George's car. George turned on the car light and leaned over to roll down the passenger seat's window. "Can you walk me to the door? I know it's not far but it's really creepy right now. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no, no, not at all. Not a problem," George told her, unbuckling his seat belt. He let himself out of the car then walked around to escort Susannah over to her door. Susannah pulled out her house key from her handbag once they got to her door. She took a look at George when she got the key out. "Well... thanks for walking me to the door... and for your help tonight."
"No problem. Do you still want to report this guy? I have the forms in my car and we can file a report inside--"
"No, no, don't bother."
"Are you sure? The sooner we report it, the faster we can catch the guy."
"Look, Officer..."
"Costa. I'm not a police officer, I'm a detective. My name's George Costa. Call me George."
"What kind of detective are you? What exactly do you investigate?"
"Violent cases. Homicide, sexual assault, battery... those kind of cases."
"George, I appreciate your help and what you did tonight but I'd rather not be bothered. I'm tired and I just want to go to bed. I have to call my sister first then I'm going to bed."
George nodded. "Alright. Well, call the department and ask for me if you change your mind."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary. I'm not sure that I'll see you again unless you come back to the club. I might ask for a few nights off after what happened tonight but until then, I won't see anyone til I get back."
"Sure... I understand." George was disappointed about not being able to see her again anytime soon at the strip club and Susannah sensed what he was feeling.
"Hey, don't feel bad. You're still pretty cute and I like you for a guy. Maybe I will see you sometimes in the near future."
"Yeah, maybe," George nodded. "Well, good night."
Susannah smiled and said good night back to him then put her key into the door knob, entering the house.
George went back into his car and fastened his seat belt before looking over to Susannah's front porch and through the window to see Susannah disappear into another room. He sighed to himself. Since he laid eyes on Susannah on the stage, he wanted to get to know the woman better but Susannah seemed the least interested. Perhaps only because she was assaulted that night after she seemed to have flirted with him when she danced for him. George thought it was best to just forget about the night and go home.
After slipping into her nightgown, Susannah dropped into her bed and picked up the phone, dialing up her sister's work phone number. She knew her sister would still be at the office at the hour. "Hello?" a woman answered on the other line.
"Hey, Sis!" Susannah said with a smile. "When are you going home?"
Susannah's sister chuckled. "How'd you know I'm not home yet?"
"Oh, Christy, I know you! You're never home after midnight."
Christy gasped, looking at her watch. "Is it after midnight? I lost track of time again!" she said, scrambling around papers on her desk. Susannah heard the rustling of papers then heard the sqeaking of her chair. "Well, I am officially going home to get some sleep, thanks to you."
"That's more like it! Christy, you work way too hard!"
"Well, that's part of my life in management, selling every pound of those cosmetics! By Christmas, I have to get them shipped here and the shipping is really slow! There's still pounds of perfumes, body soap, body lotion, facial cream..." Susannah pretended to look bored, nodding and snoring.
"Very funny, Susannah, I know you're still awake."
Susannah chuckled.
"How was your night?"
"Oh, I think the only highlight of the night was a really cute guy."
Christy smiled. "Really? Well, you'll have to tell me all about it tomorrow!"
"How about breakfast? And don't you tell me you have to be back to work at 8:00!"
"Well, actually...." Christy's voice trailed off.
"Christy!"
Christy laughed softly. "I'm kidding! I'm only kidding! Of course I'll be available for breakfast and we'll talk about your new boyfriend."
"I just met him, Christy."
"Uh-huh. Well, I know you. It doesn't take you long to reel a guy in. I don't know what kind of bait you use but you're always using the right one. Tomorrow morning, I'll be there and you're gonna rub this guy in my face."
"Christy, don't worry. You'll find him. When the right guy comes, you'll know it."
Christy sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"You just gotta cut back on your hours and learn how to have fun. No man wants a woman who works all hours, selling cosmetics! Next time, try dating someone who doesn't have a professional job like a doctor. He'll have more time for you, not be on call all day and night and he'll be honest about his current relationships, whether he's getting a divorce or not. I don't know about you but I still forgive him. You gotta move on and date again."
"I'll soon find a way to date again. How about 8:30 for breakfast? Your place?"
"Sounds great! I'll see you then."
"Ok, now I'm on my way out of the office. I"ll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight."
"Ok, goodnight."
They hung up then Christy gathered all her things in her arms and went exiting from her office. She closed and locked up her door before she turned to the hallway when she was suddenly startled. Christy looked up to find a butcher knife over her head. She gasped, dropping her things to the ground and shrieked loudly until she could no longer let a sound out again.
George quickly slammed his car door and ran over to the man in the ski mask and yanked him off. "Hey! Hey, you get off her!!" he shouted. He successfully rescued Susannah and pinned him onto the ground while pulling out his badge. "Leave the lady alone, asshole! I'll give you one chance or I'll have you arrested and pull off that mask and see who exactly you are!" The attacker struggled to get away then George released him to let him get away while he had the chance. George watched the man take off then he walked back to Susannah, who was sobbing by her car door. "Ma'am?" he said to her, gently putting a hand on her back.
"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!" she snapped at him, when he could see her wet face with tears.
"I'm sorry," George apologized. Susannah went on crying, holding a tissue in her hand over her nose.
"Are you ok, Susannah?" he asked.
Susannah took a quick moment to compose herself then turned around to face George. "God, I hate this goddamn job! But it's the only way I can afford to be on my own."
"On your own? You look so much older than being a teenager."
"I'm 34. It's not easy being on your own when you're not married but at least I don't have kids."
"That's true."
"Are you married?"
"No, I'm not. What just happened, how does this make you hate your job?"
"Oh, those dirty men are always coming by me when I'm not on the stage, whether it's just around the club or in the parking lot and they're always trying to take advantage of me. Something like this is just worst and has never happened before. I go up there just doing my job and those men think it's more than just that. It's nothing personal, it's all professional."
"I know it is. Look, are you ok? Do you want me to drive you to the hospital? Call someone? Call your boyfriend?"
Susannah shook her head. "I don't have a boyfriend. I just have my mother and my sick father who aren't even around here. I just have my older sister but she's working late tonight. I'll be fine, I don't need a hospital."
"Well, let me at least follow you home... just to be sure you're ok and you get home safely."
Susannah paused, looking at him. He had the most handsome face she had seen then she nodded. "Yeah, fine. You can follow me."
They heard a clink then they looked down to see George's badge dropped on the cement. "Guess I didn't stuff it all in my pocket," George said, picking up the badge and putting it in his pocket.
"You're a police officer?" Susannah asked.
"I'm a detective from the Orlando Police Department."
"Oh... were you here on a case?"
"No, no, I'm already off duty. Come on, I'll follow you home."
They got into their cars then George followed Susannah to her house. Susannah drove into the driveway then George stopped by the side of the road, watching her until she would get into the house but she didn't. She hestitated and George watched her, wondering if anything was wrong. Susannah turned around, walking towards George's car. George turned on the car light and leaned over to roll down the passenger seat's window. "Can you walk me to the door? I know it's not far but it's really creepy right now. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, no, no, not at all. Not a problem," George told her, unbuckling his seat belt. He let himself out of the car then walked around to escort Susannah over to her door. Susannah pulled out her house key from her handbag once they got to her door. She took a look at George when she got the key out. "Well... thanks for walking me to the door... and for your help tonight."
"No problem. Do you still want to report this guy? I have the forms in my car and we can file a report inside--"
"No, no, don't bother."
"Are you sure? The sooner we report it, the faster we can catch the guy."
"Look, Officer..."
"Costa. I'm not a police officer, I'm a detective. My name's George Costa. Call me George."
"What kind of detective are you? What exactly do you investigate?"
"Violent cases. Homicide, sexual assault, battery... those kind of cases."
"George, I appreciate your help and what you did tonight but I'd rather not be bothered. I'm tired and I just want to go to bed. I have to call my sister first then I'm going to bed."
George nodded. "Alright. Well, call the department and ask for me if you change your mind."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary. I'm not sure that I'll see you again unless you come back to the club. I might ask for a few nights off after what happened tonight but until then, I won't see anyone til I get back."
"Sure... I understand." George was disappointed about not being able to see her again anytime soon at the strip club and Susannah sensed what he was feeling.
"Hey, don't feel bad. You're still pretty cute and I like you for a guy. Maybe I will see you sometimes in the near future."
"Yeah, maybe," George nodded. "Well, good night."
Susannah smiled and said good night back to him then put her key into the door knob, entering the house.
George went back into his car and fastened his seat belt before looking over to Susannah's front porch and through the window to see Susannah disappear into another room. He sighed to himself. Since he laid eyes on Susannah on the stage, he wanted to get to know the woman better but Susannah seemed the least interested. Perhaps only because she was assaulted that night after she seemed to have flirted with him when she danced for him. George thought it was best to just forget about the night and go home.
After slipping into her nightgown, Susannah dropped into her bed and picked up the phone, dialing up her sister's work phone number. She knew her sister would still be at the office at the hour. "Hello?" a woman answered on the other line.
"Hey, Sis!" Susannah said with a smile. "When are you going home?"
Susannah's sister chuckled. "How'd you know I'm not home yet?"
"Oh, Christy, I know you! You're never home after midnight."
Christy gasped, looking at her watch. "Is it after midnight? I lost track of time again!" she said, scrambling around papers on her desk. Susannah heard the rustling of papers then heard the sqeaking of her chair. "Well, I am officially going home to get some sleep, thanks to you."
"That's more like it! Christy, you work way too hard!"
"Well, that's part of my life in management, selling every pound of those cosmetics! By Christmas, I have to get them shipped here and the shipping is really slow! There's still pounds of perfumes, body soap, body lotion, facial cream..." Susannah pretended to look bored, nodding and snoring.
"Very funny, Susannah, I know you're still awake."
Susannah chuckled.
"How was your night?"
"Oh, I think the only highlight of the night was a really cute guy."
Christy smiled. "Really? Well, you'll have to tell me all about it tomorrow!"
"How about breakfast? And don't you tell me you have to be back to work at 8:00!"
"Well, actually...." Christy's voice trailed off.
"Christy!"
Christy laughed softly. "I'm kidding! I'm only kidding! Of course I'll be available for breakfast and we'll talk about your new boyfriend."
"I just met him, Christy."
"Uh-huh. Well, I know you. It doesn't take you long to reel a guy in. I don't know what kind of bait you use but you're always using the right one. Tomorrow morning, I'll be there and you're gonna rub this guy in my face."
"Christy, don't worry. You'll find him. When the right guy comes, you'll know it."
Christy sighed. "Yeah, yeah, I know."
"You just gotta cut back on your hours and learn how to have fun. No man wants a woman who works all hours, selling cosmetics! Next time, try dating someone who doesn't have a professional job like a doctor. He'll have more time for you, not be on call all day and night and he'll be honest about his current relationships, whether he's getting a divorce or not. I don't know about you but I still forgive him. You gotta move on and date again."
"I'll soon find a way to date again. How about 8:30 for breakfast? Your place?"
"Sounds great! I'll see you then."
"Ok, now I'm on my way out of the office. I"ll see you tomorrow morning. Goodnight."
"Ok, goodnight."
They hung up then Christy gathered all her things in her arms and went exiting from her office. She closed and locked up her door before she turned to the hallway when she was suddenly startled. Christy looked up to find a butcher knife over her head. She gasped, dropping her things to the ground and shrieked loudly until she could no longer let a sound out again.