Geekby Rebecca Feinerhosen and Damon MayhemPart Six |
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The car door sealed out all the nature and the subtle traffic sounds. Inside Jenny came to a squeaky leather seat stillness, then let the vacuum succumb Sheriff VanDike's off duty Ford Escort. VanDike had his funeral face on. He didn't even offer Jenny any pleasantries as he sat there all painfully still on his back therapy seat cover. She was too skittish. The shrill noise of the rearview mirror gave her pee-pee chills, and a piddle of terror escaped her. She stopped the instinct to let any more piss out though, knowing there was no panty between an amber stain and the Sheriff's bare leather carseat. The mirror squeaked again when he returned it to its original position. He had been fixing his hair helmet. Jenny noticed how much hairspray VanDike wore then. He was still petting the solid hairslick, this time checking it in his side door mirror. She noticed a black crust of hair moving independent from the downy brown underlayer as he pets it. He suddenly shot Jenny a nervous, full body look. His eyes powerscanned her tiny frame all huddled in the passenger seat. "You're not afraid of me now, are you Jenny?" Sheriff VanDike asked her. Jenny tried to look calm. "Hmmm?" she responded quickly, then adding; "Nuh. No! UhhhhhhSheriff. I'm not afraid." VanDike wildly rolled his eyes and laughed. "Oh good. 'Cuz I've seen many deaths in my profession, but I've never had to interrogate the sister before." Sheriff VanDike tried to restart the car. It made that irritated engine noise at the keyturn. VanDike slumped on his haunches when he heard it, like he was disappointed with himself again. When the Escort sped off, Jenny caught a quick glimpse of Dickie smiling at her from her oak tree hiding place. Jenny sneered at her from the dark innards of the Sheriff's car. She had bragged to someone at school, Jenny thought. Bitch. Probably pinned the whole fuckin' killing on me. Well, at least I never told her about the panties she secretly removed before leaving the crime scene. "Do you read comics?" Sheriff VanDike asked while their little home town floated past the windows silently. Jenny wondered what the catch was. Such an odd question. "No." Jenny said flatly. "Oh. Too bad." The Sheriff said darkly with his eyes attentive on the road. "I hear your brother had quite the collection of Hulk back issues. "Why. Do you want them?" Jenny wondered, feeling it was probably not going to be a statement used against her in a court of law. It was Sheriff VanDike with the pee-pee chills this time. "OH?!? I mean, eh... Oh." He said with a stupid smile. "Yeah. Cool." And he got all happy with the prospect, falling into a distant world of happy flying Hulk issues. He had a sissy smoking jacket on. A pipe. And he daydreamed for a moment reading that 1st Hulk issue. How crisp its party colored cover lay in his eager hand. "Cool......" he exhaled zombie-like into the windshield. Jenny was aware of how quirky the Sheriff was, but she was in no position to bait him. "Comics was Angel's whole world." She said, joining the sheriff in a zombie stare out the windshield. "I guess I am most concerned about the Superman Extraordinaire issue. My deputy found it this afternoon in the floral display at Angel's work. Jenny's eyes went wide at the statement. Her stare fell to her lap. She couldn't even bare to handle the steely image of Sheriff in her perfial vision anymore. "I don't know anything about that." She whimpered. My god though. What a lie she just handed to him. Angel had been storming the town all week in anticipation of that idiot comic boo. She was sure the Sheriff had somehow fond a connection between her and that fatal blow to her brother's head. She had to be careful about her wording from now on. Sheriff VanDike had the upper hand now. He was already a step ahead of her. The Sheriff saw Jenny had gone pale and distant. Her vulnerability gave his prick a pulse deep in his groin. "You wouldn't know then who might have sold him that issue to him prior to its release date?" Jenny felt good telling the truth. "I have no idea officer." She commented, pleasantly surprised by how cool she sounded saying it. Crestfallen, the Sheriff merely sighed a solemn "FUCK." It was like a huge weight was lifted from her when Jenny realized that Sheriff VanDike had nothing on her after all. He apparently was only interested in the circumstantial evidence that didn't involve her. However, friend Dickie girl was getting the brunt of the evidence. The victim's most prized possession was found locked in a glass flower case. VanDike would have to be the town idiot to not see the connection between Dickie and the murder. Hell EVERYONE in this shithole town knew what hard on her brother had for his coworker. And Dickie girl was the only one with the key to the floral display case. "There was an anonymous floral bouquet that was sent to the funeral today." Sheriff said into the silence. "Did you happen to see them there Jenny? They would be the ones with Food Mart insignias all over it." He was trying to get her to squeal on Dickie, Jenny thought. Should she spill the beans? And give the murderous bitch the punishment she deserves for getting her carlocked into this situation. Dickie girl must have set this whole car ride up. She remembered how Dickie was smiling at her from behind that tree. But she decided that the truth was easier to say. "No officer. I never saw those flowers at the funeral. I was kind of.... preoccupied in thoughts." "Oh." VanDike said. "Because I was just wondering how pretty the bouquet looked. I mean after all, it was MY CREDIT card that paid for them." Shit. Jenny thought. What a little FUCK that Dickie girl was for using the Sheriff's credit card to send flowers to her victim's funeral. God. I wonder how she managed to lift his wallet? Well.... Jenny took another look at the Sheriff as he made little driving boo-boos in front of her. Dickie girl would have no problem swiping the wallet from an idiot like HIM. "You know, Dickie always thought I was the worst detective in the world." Sheriff VanDike said. "But I KNOW who's behind all this flower crap. I now who put that pre-release comic in the Food Mart display case!" Before she realized what she was asking, Jenny heard herself blurt out the simple question: "WHO?!?" "Charles. That hunchback midget asshole from the comic book store!" Jenny looked at the Sheriff wondering if he was being serious. She was audibly giggling in VanDike's face with the mental picture of that weirdass midget geek clubbing her brother in place of Dickie girl. It was just so goddamn wrong looking. And VanDike kept on going, all stupid and geeky that he was... "I'm gonna get that little comic guru murderer if it's the LAST THING I DO!" At that, the trashy Escort puttered to a stop in front of Jenny's school. She was still trying to contain her laughter while VanDike plotted out silly revenge against a comic midget. She almost escaped unscathed from the dark innards of the Sheriff's passenger seat when he stopped her---- "Oh I almost forgot Jenny." He said. She was waiting on a real clincher this time. Her escape was just too damn easy. The Sheriff was pulling a small item out of his pants pocket. "Dickie said you had left these at our house last night." He put the white undies in her hand. Jenny suddenly had an epiphany. OUR house? Shit. That would mean that Dickie girl was the Sheriff's DAUGHTER. And he left her dumbfounded at the foot of her biology class. The tag of the undies stuck it's tongue out at her with JENNY scrawled in someone else's handwriting. The town Sheriff had just blindly handed the accomplice her only connection to the crime. It was decided then that Sheriff VanDike was INDEED the town idiot. |
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