Kid Cop - Chapter 4
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Tommy had a particularly bad second day of school. In math they had a pop quiz that he was sure he'd failed. In English class he fell asleep while the teacher was reading a long passage in a boring book. He felt like an outsider hardly knowing anyone; he also felt he was in the minority. The high school was a mix of many different races and cultures. In his old junior high most of the kids were white and rich. There were a few Mexican and black kids, but their parents had money. Now he was surrounded and felt out of place. The feeling was the same as last summer when he was at Great Lakes.
Even though Tommy was one of the few white guys at Great Lakes, he was able to earn their respect. One officer trainee had threatened him trying to get him to quit. When Tommy took up for the same trainee and stood beside him through his punishment, he earned the respect of the entire company. This also had impressed the officers who were running the program.
Through the boot camp experience Tommy had noticed that many of the trainees could be categorized. There were assholes, alpha males, jocks, bullies, and a few smart asses. Missing were geeks, wimps, flamers, and dumb asses. As Tommy walked from class to class he could see the same traits in many of the students. Having Middle Eastern, Asian, Indian, Russian, Black, Hispanic, and all possible combinations in the mix confused him. What might be funny to one culture might be an insult to another. What might be aggressive to him might just be play to someone else.
Having Danny in school with him really helped bring some sense of belonging to Tommy, just as Mike and Mark had done last summer. At lunch Bill and Rick joined Danny and Tommy. Tommy listened to the three of them talking about the type of things 14-year-olds talked about. Things like the cafeteria food, what teachers they didn't like, what new song they liked, and who was popular. Schools also have their own unique classification.
As Tommy listened to his friends he considered that a year ago he'd have been discussing the same topics. Now they held no interest for him. Just before they left for class Danny confronted Tommy.
"Tommy are you okay? You seemed out of it at lunch."
"We had a pop quiz in math today and I'm sure I failed it. I'm feeling out of place and out of time. This place just isn't home. It doesn't feel right to me. There are so many new people."
"I wish we were still back home too, Tommy."
"It's not that, Danny. I was just back home a week ago and that didn't feel right either. I know I'm whining, perhaps I'm just having a bad day, but my life has gotten so complicated."
"I've heard that hours and hours of intense sex will cure that," Danny says with a straight face. "We still have the shoe box at home if you would like to explore the idea later," Danny said with a suggestive look.
"If I listen to your Dad, sex only makes things even more complicated then they are now. I guess what I'm really trying to say, Danny, is I'm afraid, I'm going to lose you."
"I don't see that happening, Tommy."
"See, that's the problem. You don't see us growing apart, but I do. That was the point of the discussion with your father yesterday. He was talking about growing up too fast, and the difference between adults and teenagers. I feel like I'm growing up faster then you, Danny. I'm afraid that we're going to grow apart. I want my life to be your life."
"My only response to that, Tommy, is you're going to have to bring me up to speed. Even though we did spend some time together this summer, I didn't go through what you went through. Before that, we were like...the same person. I think I understand what you are saying, Tommy. We need to spend more time together."
"And I need to share with you what is going on in my life. Whenever we have time."
"Can I go with you to the State Police office after school today?"
"I don't see any problems with that, Danny. Here, call Mom and make sure it's okay with her," Tommy said while handing Danny his cell phone. Kid's weren't suppose to have cell phones at school, but most carried them anyway. Tommy hit the speed dial on the phone before a teacher could spot the offending phone and Danny had gotten permission to accompany Tommy after school.
Tommy's afternoon didn't go much better than his morning, but at least he'd addressed his one main concern with Danny. He'd discussed the problem with him before, but they'd never really had the time to do anything about it.
At 3:30 when school let out Danny and Tommy walked to Tommy's car and got in. It didn't take them long to get from school to the police station as it was still before rush hour.
"So what are we going to do at the police station, Tommy?"
"We're going to get to know Roy better and talk with Sergeant Miller."
"Who's Roy?"
"He's that guy I was telling you about who offered me the glass of water while I was running."
"Did you find out that he was trying to perv' on you and had Sergeant Miller arrest him?"
"Nope, but that's what I'm talking about when I say that you don't know what is going on in my life. Roy might just turn out to be my partner. He has a law enforcement background and we think that we could make a good team. I talked with him again this morning." Tommy wanted desperately to share his new life with Danny, but he also understood that he couldn't tell him everything.
"How can he be your partner if he's old enough to be you Dad, Tommy?"
"We were thinking that he could work as a teacher's aid or a substitute teacher. He feels he can determine the offenders from that position. He doesn't want anyone knowing that he's a police officer. Actually, he's not a police officer. He's what's called a `company man'."
"Company man? What's up with that? Is he like James Bond or something?"
"Nope, James Bond is like Sean Connery and Roy is more like Charles Bronson. You're going to meet him in a few minutes. If you figure him out, then you can tell me. The guy is a mystery."
"How did you find out he's a `company man'?"
"I did a background check and it came out that he was retired. I really can't go into details because I don't really know them. I was told that Roy would make a good partner to learn from. I like the guy."
They arrived at the state police headquarters and went inside. Just as Tommy and Danny walked into Sergeant Miller's outer office, Roy walked out. "Tommy, Danny nice to meet you. I'm glad you could make it, Danny. We need to get started right away. Tommy where's your math book?"
Tommy was dumbstruck. `How in the hell does he know about my problems in math? Does he know my teacher, too?' "It's in the car."
"That remains to be seen, I don't know your teacher."
"Huh?" Says Danny.
Tommy's mouth hung open and he just stared at Roy. "Close your mouth before you catch flies, Tommy, and we don't have much time. Hurry and get your books."
Just then Don Miller came out of his office. "Hey Danny, what are you doing here?"
"He's keeping Tommy company. It's alright Don, I'll take full responsibility for him."
"Okay Roy, as long as he doesn't get involved in the investigation. He still has to go to school there after Tommy leaves. Sean Collins could you step into my office. I just have a few routine questions to ask you and then you can be on your way." Roy winked at Don after Sean Collins walked past him.
"Danny, I'm glad that you could make it. Tommy needs all the support he can get right now. The next couple of months are going to be very difficult for him."
"What do you mean, and how do you know me? Did Tommy tell you about me?"
"No, Tommy never mentioned you. I learned about you from reading Fred Kelly's evaluation of Tommy. I've also seen your Dad jogging with Tommy. Tommy's family is very important to him. He's still hurting. It's not finished yet. Even though he's confronted his Dad, the case is still not settled. We -- all of us - need to do as much as we can to take pressure off of Tommy. He's under adult stress and he's feeling overwhelmed today. It's catching up with him."
"I'll do whatever I can, Roy. That's why I'm here today."
"I know you will, Danny. Tommy is lucky to have a friend like you."
The door to Don Miller's office opened. "Ok Mr. Collins, if you can think of anything that might help us with our investigation give me a call."
"Always happy to help in any way I can, Officer Miller." He left the office and Sergeant Miller called into his office another person sitting in his outer office."
"Officer Miller, is it okay if I use one of your interrogation rooms to interview Tommy?"
"That's fine; they are down the hall to the right."
Tommy came back into the office carrying his schoolbooks. His head was still spinning from what seemed like Roy reading his mind. Tommy knew that was impossible and had come to the conclusion that Roy was just using a common police trick to get his attention by leading the witness.
Roy led the boys to an open interrogation room and asked Tommy for his math book. There was a chalkboard in the room and for the next hour he effectively explained the three weeks work Tommy had missed in a way that he easily understood. About halfway through the lesson Sergeant Miller went into the room next to the interrogation room behind a two-way mirror and observed Roy teaching the boys. He also learned more in that half-hour about algebra than he remembered from high school. He found that solving the problems was much like the kind of work he did. In this case "a" seemed to "=" Sean Collins. He'd already assigned an officer to follow him and requested a court order to view the contents of the safety deposit box. Several times Roy looked at the mirror with a knowing look.
"Do either of you have any questions?"
"I just wish we had gone over this yesterday so I could have passed today's quiz."
"There will be other quizzes, Tommy. What you need to know is that education is something no one can ever take away from you. At this point in your lives education needs to be your number one priority. If this arrangement is going to work, keeping up with your schoolwork has to come first.
"Next you need to spend time with your friends and extended family. Your mother still needs you, Tommy; perhaps not today, but sometime in the near future. Then, we can work together on cleaning up schools. We'll be working closely with Sergeant Miller and another police officer yet to be assigned."
"How is it all going to come together?" asks Tommy.
"Officer Miller, would you step in here, please," Roy says turning to the two-way mirror, smiling with a wink.
Officer Miller opened the door and walked in. "How did you know I was observing you, or shouldn't I ask."
"Simple deduction, Don, you're curious about me and I gave you a perfect opportunity to observe me without being seen. If I were you, I would have been watching!"
"Hmmmmmmmmmm, well on to the investigation. The school does have some problems, but it's a good place to start because it's not out of control. The first thing you should know is that during their teens almost every boy commits a crime at some point. It's normal. I feel it's a rite of passage for most of them and only a few go on to live lives of crime. Most of the crimes are normal behavior for adults, but against the law for minors; like smoking, drinking, and having sex. These crimes are usually the one's in which females are also involved.
"Teenage boys often get involved in far more dangerous crimes. Violent crimes; like assault and battery, rape, and even murder. Along with breaking and entering, armored robbery, and grand theft auto. These crimes are often associated with gang related crime, but not always. Then you have the whole assortment of drug violations. As I said before, most teenagers who commit these crimes become adults and end up never committing any of these crimes again.
"The point I'm trying to make is that the only difference between convicted teenage felons and non-felons is that non-felons never get caught. We are only interested in Drug, Hate, Violent, Grand Larceny; Gang related offences, and/or all other felonies. Roy is going to remain undercover through out the operation. Tommy your status is plainclothes. If someone picks a fight with you or asks you if you want to buy some drugs, you need to identify yourself as a police officer. This is for your own safety, Tommy. You'll have the same response from your peers as showing up to gym class in lace panties, however, that can't be helped.
"The third member of the team is going to be hard to find. I need someone to back you up, Tommy. It's not going to be easy to find an adult officer who is willing to play second fiddle to a 14- year-old, snot nosed, wet behind the ears, greasy palmed, faggot rookie! Your skills and abilities will mean nothing to the average State Police officer. Finding Roy was a godsend. Roy is going to be in charge of the team, answering to the captain and me. I like the idea of him helping Tommy with his studies to bring continuity to his learning while switching schools. He can also help with self-defense training.
"Danny, where you fit in is up to the three of you. Professionally, I don't think you have any business being involved in any of this, or being here in this office. Personally, I couldn't care less. I mean, J. Edgar Hover always had his boyfriend hanging out with him. As long as I get results and no one gets hurt, you two can have a three way with my son, Bill, and I couldn't care less. As far as I'm concerned, it's like teenage smoking or sneaking drinks. If your parents don't care, then neither do I. Any previous restrictions I've put on you two are hereby lifted. Just make sure you keep your activities private.
"I'm sorry if I'm sounding like an asshole, but I have a job to do. If we don't get it done, then Tommy can go back to being a kid, Roy can go back into retirement, and our schools can get worse. Nothing we have tried has worked in our worse districts. Also, we can't create more problems than we solve. It's a fact-of-life, to solve any problem, you create three or four other problems. For example, Tommy, say some 15-year-old kid pulls a knife on you, and you shoot and kill him. His parents sue the state for your use of excessive and deadly force. Some jury awards them millions of dollars. Your first line of defense is your communication skills, Tommy. It's rare when a well-trained officer can't talk his way out of most situations. With the really good ones, that's all they do. Every officer who has made any number of arrests has had to deal with someone resisting arrest. That doesn't mean that you can beat the hell out of them like the Rodney King case. Before you leave today, Tommy, I want you to pick up some pepper spray from the front desk. What you can't handle with words, you handle with pepper spray.
"Roy, I want you to start next Monday. It's going to take me a few days to set up things with the school district. In the meantime I'd like to see the two of you after Tommy gets out of school for the next few days. Any questions?"
Roy just looks at Tommy and he winks. "Nothing we can't work out, Don," Roy said the word `Don' being loudly drawn out. "You remember what I said before about alpha. Tommy looks pretty hurt and Danny looks like he's about to piss his pants. How about from now on you deal with me and I'll deal with the younger members of the team?"
"As long as you don't let things get out of hand, I'll keep out!" Don Miller said with a sneer, not liking Roy challenging his authority.
"I'm just asking for enough rope to hang myself, Don."
Don and Roy stared at each other for about a minute; the boys not knowing what to say. Finally Don started laughing. "You're a better man then me, Roy."
"Better looking, too."
"Perhaps."
"When you reach my age, you'll look twice as old."
"Speaking of age...."
"And you're smart enough to count that high too...I'm impressed!"
The next thing they knew, Roy and Don are wrestling around on the floor like two teenagers. Danny gets a gleam in his eye and everyone ends up on the floor trying to get the better of each other. The whole time the station Captain, Jim Anderson, had been in the observation room. When he saw Don Miller go into the interrogation room he went into the observation room. He smiled to himself before he left the observation room and entered the interrogation room. "Are we having fun, yet, boys?" he asked.
Don Miller got embarrassed and stood up. This is Roy Dixon. Roy Dixon, this is Captain Anderson." Director Captain noticed the gloves Roy was wearing the same way Tommy had the first time they met. "I had a long talk with Director Johnson this morning, Roy. He thinks the world of you. He explained to me how he loaned you out to just about every department in the federal government, and even foreign agencies from time to time. "Don, you really should know that Roy's classification is G-12. That's the same classification that Director Johnson has. I find it amusing when a sergeant is trying to have a pissing contest with a general. The wrestling was priceless. You just went up to the top of my list, Roy. Don is a tough nut to crack. Welcome to the team. And Tommy, the next time Don, or anyone else in this office, talks to you the way he did a few minutes ago, I'll expect to see you in my office. I understand why he did it, however I will not have my officers being verbally abused. Is that understood?"
To be continued...