#7 FLASH: Charly Wilks (Continued)
"Is it that big of a problem for you Jack? To work with a non-detective?"
"Well, yes, yes it is in fact."
The chief nodded and walked around his desk again and reached into a drawer, "Hey Heartman!" he said as he wrapped his fingers around something.
"Sir?"
"Here, catch." he said and tossed a detectives badge. Heartman reached out and caught the badge by accident. he looked up to much of his surprise.
"You can sign the peper work later. But right now, you have Jack have work to do."
"Yes sir." he said and opened the door for his new parter.
"What the hell is this!" Jack yelled in an outrage as he stood up to look at the chief face to face.
"Look, I konw you are not predudice against none detectives. But face it Jack, somebody has got to keep an eye out for you. Now get out of here."
Jack was about to open his mouth for yet another protest when he closed it, assuming that it would be worthless and continued out the door, "Hey Jack!" He turnd around and saw Drason sittign down, "Don't got so fucking cocky. Your not technicaly a detective here. You are just a federal profieer. Keep that in mind."
"Whatever." Jack said mostely to himself as he rubbed his forhead closing the door completely.
*FLASH*
If your going to be working with me, then I need you to be attentive. I need you to have good instincts, to trust your instincts. And most of all, trust your mind." Jack said sitting down in his chair.
Max's reply was silent and he acted like a small puppy dog getting punished, "Yes sir."
"Close the door behind you." he said as he reached into his drawer.
Max stood up again and closed it. He looked back around and saw Jack on his chair placing a piece of masking tape over the detector of the fire alarm, "You alergic to anything?'
"No sir."
Jack didn't say anythign as he reached into his breast pocket and brought otu a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "And don't call me sir. I'm not a God damn king here." he said as he pushed the cigarette against the flame of the black zippo lighter. He looked up at him curiously and then flicked his hand to snap it shut.
"Sorry sir."
Jack sat down and looked at the young pup, "Funny, you don't seem to the kind to listen to rumors." He said letting small bits of smoke seap out as his mouth as he spoke.
"What do you mean sir?"
"You know what I mean. Your scared of me? Why? Why do you care waht other people think? Don't judge a book by its cover." he said as he watched him.
"I'm sorry sir, I've just never been around a...a..."
"I'm a big boy, you can say it."
"A psychoe." He said with a tiny laugh."
"What is the definition of a psychoe?"
"A crazy person?"
"You can do better then that."
"Somebody who doesn't live in reality."
"And doesn't have a conscience?"
"Well, yea." he said with a small shrug.
"Well, what if I were to tell you thatt I know the difference between right or wrong?" he leaned forward on his desk and looked at his eyes, "What would you say to that? Am I still psychotic?"
"I guess not."
"If only it was that simple." He said pushing himself out of his seat, "Your right, I am psychotic. But not in the way you think of me. What do you know about the Dargan City Rapist"
"Raped women between fifteen and thirty-five. Over 30 accounts in the last ten years.
"If only it were that simple. Started 1994. Not more then six years ago. He stops for two, when I get too close he stops. Within a week of his stand still, I find that the police department is looking for this guy named, Charley Wilks. Kills three women in one week, in the same exact way as the Dargen City Rapist..."
"Excuse me sir..."
"Call me Jack. For the third time."
"Excuse me Jack, but I already believe your story. I agree with you completely. We are working on the same case."
"So you have looked at otber cases. I like a man who does his homework." He said leaning back in his desk. Do you have a desk?"
"No. Why?"
"Hmmm, usualy they give detectives a desk. That is the down side to being a detective is. This job would be great if it weren't for the fucking paper work." It was almost exactly on cue when he stood up that the phone rang. Unsespectingly he picked it up and answered, "Pullman