Sins of the Past
By Helen Adams
As
a soft rattle sounded right next to his ear, Ezra Standish’s head snapped up
from the form he had been working on.
His eyes, startled at first, soon gleamed with anticipation as he
realized that the sound had come from a video tape that was held in the large
hand of a grinning Josiah Sanchez.
“Is
that what I think it is?” he asked softly, glancing around to insure that
nobody else was listening.
“Sure
is. Every single development you missed
while undercover this week,” Josiah told him in satisfaction. Raising his eyebrows, he blew out a soft
whistle. “You absolutely will not
believe what’s been happening this week.
The actions of Victoria Andrews alone will be enough to make your head
spin.”
Ezra’s
green eyes widened a bit. “You don’t
mean to tell me… Did she actually go
through with it? She accepted Luther’s
offer?”
“More
than that,” Josiah told him, his voice low.
“Tell
me,” Ezra demanded.
“They
eloped.”
Ezra
shook his head and scoffed, “Not possible.”
Then, seeing that the other man was quite serious, he repeated,
“Eloped? How could she even have agreed
to marry that cretin? He’s been carrying
on relations with her sister for the past month! And do not
try to tell me that
Josiah
sat down on the edge of his desk. “No,
and if Victoria really fell for that line of bullshit she was getting about how
all of his past misdeeds were over now that he had her, then she’s not half as
smart as I thought she was.”
“Oh,
she is smart,” Ezra countered, “and one of the best undercover agents in the
business. Even I rather admire her skill
at times, but that’s why this is so unexpected.
She’s been making an effort not to allow her work to completely rob her
of a personal life, which I can certainly sympathize with, but I felt sure she
was far too discerning a person to ever seriously take up with a putrescent
scum like Jeremy Luther.”
“If
you ask me, she’s setting Luther up for a fall.”
“What
makes you think so?” Ezra asked hopefully, planting his elbows on the desk and
leaning closer, the better to catch all the nuances of Josiah’s theory.
“Well,
you know how the DEA has been investigating Luther over those accusations by
his former partner that his company is just a front for importing and selling
drugs?”
Ezra
looked grim. “Yes, and those drugs are
then being filtered down to local area schools, I believe the report said. That unscrupulous worm deserves to roast in
hell for some of the things he’s done.”
“I
agree,” Josiah said, mouth firming into a hard line for a moment. “Bastard has it coming in spades. The authorities just need proof to back up
the charges, and that’s what I think is finally happening.”
Catching
his friend’s train of thought, Ezra nodded thoughtfully. “You believe that
Biting
his lip in thought, Josiah nodded. “Probably. He is the
lead on this case and Veronica was told by Cortez that he needed hard evidence
before he could do anything to help her.”
“But
why would the Andrews twins go to Cortez for help?” Ezra wondered. “There had to be better options. He tried to plant evidence of corruption
against
The
older man agreed, “I know it, but I think to them, Luther is the bigger
fish. They want him to suffer as much as
possible for what he’s done to them.
Don’t you remember
“Oh, good Lord, the ladies’ younger brother!”
“Exactly,”
he said solemnly. “The younger brother
who ended up paralyzed last year after driving his car into a telephone pole
while zoned out on some of the dope that dear ol’
Luther so kindly provided as a so-called free sample.”
“As
a friend of the family,” Ezra recalled with disgust. “Indeed, I had allowed that very pertinent
detail to slip my mind. The poor boy was
so badly brain-damaged that he couldn’t recall anything about the events
leading up to his injury. Because of his
condition, Cortez declined to press charges of possession against the lad, but
I think it truly ate at him to be unable to prove that the tragedy had any
connection to Luther.”
Scratching
his chin, Josiah said grimly, “Those two have been personal enemies for a long
time now, but the loss of the guy they thought would be their prime witness
against Luther was a total slap in the face for all the DEA boys. Still, think how much worse it must have been
for
“Horrible,”
Ezra agreed. “What I’d really like to
know, though, is if either of them believe Luther to be guilty of such heinous
actions against a member of their family, why have continued to associate with
him for so long without taking any action?
Surely there were more acceptable ways to obtain proof of wrongdoing
than to sleep with the man! That’s
taking the saying, ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer,’ to a
rather extreme degree, don’t you think?
And now you say that
“I
know, I couldn’t believe it either, but these women have been pushed too hard
for way too long, and I don’t believe either of them is concerned with
rationality. Just
revenge. I’m giving them the
benefit of the doubt and assuming that they’re working with Cortez, but if
there’s really nothing the DEA can do…”
Ezra
drew in a quiet gasp as Josiah made a cutting motion across his throat. “They may feel justified in taking matters
into their own hands.” Convulsively, his
left hand clenched around the tape. “How
much of what you’re telling me has been corroborated by what’s on this video?”
“It’s
a little sketchier than I’d like right now,” he admitted, “but all the clues
are there. I’d bet a pretty penny that
the next Uniform to become involved in this case is going to be one of the boys
from the Homicide division. We’ll know
more after seeing what happens this afternoon, but be sure and watch that
first. It could be that I’ve missed
something.”
Stroking
his fingertips lovingly over the case, Ezra said, “I doubt that, Josiah. With your keen instincts and experience in
Criminal Profiling, you usually do call these cases correctly. I believe the only time you’ve been wrong in
the last year was when you deduced that Edward was going to take the embezzled
bank funds and abscond with them to his former lover Maria’s villa in
“And
instead he gave the money to charity and went off to join a monastery.” Josiah shook his head. “I should have seen that one coming.”
Rising
from his chair, Ezra safely tucked the video into the inner pocket of his long
winter coat. He then patted the glum
looking Josiah on one broad shoulder.
“Don’t feel discouraged, my friend.
No one can be right every time.”
Suddenly, he looked a bit worried.
“You are taping today’s events, aren’t you? I was so tired last night after the bust that
I forgot to reset my video equipment.”
Josiah
made a tsking sound.
“Ezra, you wound me. When have I
ever failed you?” Smiling, he added,
“Tell you what. Since today’s Friday,
why don’t you go home after work and watch that, then when you’re done you can
call me and I’ll bring today’s tape over.
I’ll even hold off viewing it until you’ve caught up.”
A
sparkle lit Ezra’s eyes. “Quite a generous offer.
You have a deal, and as you’re providing the entertainment and I the
locality, perhaps you would be amenable to another guest at our viewing party.”
“Who?” he asked curiously.
“I
have recently discovered that our own Senorita Recillos
is also closely following this saga. I’m
willing to lay odds that if I can convince her assistant manager to watch the
bar tonight, Inez will be happy to provide us with a platter of her special
fully-loaded nachos in exchange for a chance to watch the latest developments
on my big screen television set.”
A
huge grin lit Josiah’s face. “In that case, the more the merrier.”
“For what?”
JD asked interestedly. He, Buck and Vin had just returned from a coffee run at a local pastry
shop. Handing Ezra a covered beverage
container and tossing Josiah a huge plastic-wrapped blueberry muffin, he added,
“We miss out on something?”
“The
History Channel is showing a six-hour documentary on the building of the
pyramids in
A
pained expression crossed JD’s face. “Wow, that sounds like, uh…”
“Like
you boys both need to get out and find some willing companionship, pronto,”
Buck supplied, aghast at the notion of spending Friday night in such a way.
“Not
quite my style either,” Vin added, amusement in his voice, “but you two go ahead
and enjoy yourselves.”
As
the three bemused agents returned to their desks, looking a trifle worried for
the mental health of their friends, Josiah whispered, “Should I be concerned
about this, Ezra? I don’t think I’ve
ever heard you come straight out and lie about this before.”
“I
did not utter one untrue word,” Ezra informed him calmly. “Such a documentary has indeed been
advertised for tonight, and the three of us are interested in viewing the same
program. The fact that it does not
happen to be the particular program I mentioned is beside the point.”
Josiah
grinned. “Very
clever.”
“Thank
you,” he said smugly. “Besides, do you
really want to tell those three that you’re addicted to a daytime drama called,
‘Sins of the Past’?”
A
grimace stole over Josiah’s long face.
Standing up and returning to his own desk, he called back over his
shoulder. “Remind me to pick up some
beer on my way over to your place tonight.
Watching people build pyramids sounds like thirsty work.”
Angling
a lazy salute his way, Ezra bent back over his task. His fastidious nature would not allow him to
give a case report anything less than thorough attention, but maybe if he got
it written up quickly enough, he might be allowed to leave a bit early
today. Glancing over at the bulging
pocket of his coat, Ezra grinned. It
seemed that he had a lot to catch up on.
The End
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Note: This story is dedicated to Jessie Jane Cheshire, whose question: “What TV program would Ezra unwind with after an assignment?” bred this silly little plot bunny.