L. Ann Marie Read Free

any of the business cards but one has a time and ‘the R&R’ written on the back; it was in with the money.  I wonder if he is paying someone or he got paid. I call Rich to look at the feed from yesterday.  He has nothing identifying him as press.  Under his mattress are pictures of Tess and Jess; they're laughing, coming out of the bakery.  Why would he keep these separate?  I shake my head, disgusted.  I look through everything, not finding anything else of interest.  He hasn't been here long making the search easy.
    I hear Danny laughing in the living room; the pussy is happy, asking him questions.  Fuckin Danny answers them honestly and with a smile.  He's telling him about Jeremy and Aaron putting the middle school bullies down at the beach the other day.  Little Ben and Darren watched with bored expressions while the seven and nine year old beat the fuck out of the kids.  They're fuckin father went to Little Ben and Darren thinking they did it.  Little Ben laid him out and brought Jeremy and Aaron over, making his kids admit it was the little ones that hit them.  Aaron spoke for Darren, signing, 'teach your kids what bullying is.  You don't put your hands on kids and you sure as hell don't hit kids smaller than you just because you think you can.  Maybe they should come to the Little Brothers meetings so they learn that.'  Little Ben shakes his head no.  'Maybe not.  Run along bullies, there's no room for you here with the good town’s people.'  Danny says, laughing hysterically.
    "The kids took down an adult?"  Pussy asks.  Danny nods, looking at me.
    I smile and nod.  "Took Little Ben all of ten seconds to lay him flat out on the sand.  Guy was shocked but didn't stand up until the kids were walking away.  Fuckin pansy ass bully had words for him until I started walking toward him."  I move closer and drop the pictures of Tess and Jess on the table.  "Why don't you tell us about these pictures.”
    Danny's smiling face changes to fierce.  "My sister and daughter in law?  Why are these important to you?"  His voice takes on a menacing tone.
    The pussy realizes just how bad this is.  "Look, man, I'm just doing my job.  There's a story here and I was sent to cover it."
    Danny looks at him for a few seconds then he's on the side of him, shooting his hand.  Fuckin guy moves so fuckin fast he even surprises me.  "See, MAN, that ain't good enough."
    I throw the pictures of the MC kids down by the women.  "My fuckin kids?  I don't remember giving permission for you to take pictures of my kids."  He fuckin shoots again.  Fuckin Brother is gonna have the PD here.  I hope Peter or Paul get the call.  Danny sits back in the chair.  "Why don't you explain to me how you came by this job."
    The guy is whining, doubled over.  I throw him a coat from a chair.  "Wrap your fuckin hand and tell Danny about you being paparazzi and the two grand with a time for a meet at R&R in your wallet."  The guy looks at me as if he's surprised I spoke.
    Danny looks at him.  "I can see paparazzi.  What's the job you took and who is paying you?"  The guy just looks at him.  Danny shrugs and shoots his foot.  "You got lots of body parts, every time I wait for an answer I'll shoot one."  He's back to his normal likable voice.  "What's the job?"
    The pussy leans forward with tears on his face. "Just get any information on the kids and log the women's movements after three."
    "Why were the women under the mattress and the kids in the bag?"  I ask, knowing the fuckin answer.
    He looks at Danny, then me.  "They're pretty women."  He doesn't say any more; Danny shoots him.
    "You fuckin get your rocks off to playboy next time, Razzi.  Who paid for this job?"  Danny's back to menacing.  Poor bastard.
    "Was an email from one of the magazines; they deposited into my account, I never got a check."  He's fuckin sobbing.  Pussy.
    "Who are you meeting and paying off for information?"  Danny asks, pointing