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The Doclopedia #3,163

A California Kid & Spider Story: The Hot Job

Chief Richards & The Band

Just before the fireworks started Devere and Martin, the two cops stationed at the corner to

the southwest of the back yard, radioed to him that their stomachs were cramping and they had to get to the shitter.

“Probably a bad hot dog,” he told them. “Go on. I’ll watch things. Nobody back here but us anyway.”

Looking to the northwest corner, he saw Briggs and Fell sitting on the ground, sedated. He wasn’t sure what the thieves had put in their drink, but he’s been given the antidote and he’d administer it in 45 minutes. They’d be fine after that.

Figuring he’d done his part so far, he radioed the guys at the gate.

“All clear here, Chief. Only the band has left and they were all there. Girl singer was asleep, but we saw her.”

“10-4 on that, boys. You just let me know when the folks I told you about leave.”

Then he pulled out his hip flask for nother sip and went back to reading vacation brochures about Australia.

The band at that moment was a little over a mile down the road. While a few of them stayed with the vans, Steve the bassist and Freddie the drummer were sneaking back up the road a bit. Their goal was the spot were Chief Richard’s nephew was waiting with his motorcycle to follow the thieves.

An extra grand offered by Nell during an early break had gotten their promise to render the young man incapable of following anyone. When Steve and Freddie came up behind him and put a gun against his head, he froze up and became very compliant. A couple of minutes later, he was tied up, his walkie talkie was 30 feet away in the ditch, and his dirt bike was 100 feet away in the opposite direction.

“Don’t worry. Somebody will cut you loose soon.” Then Steve tossed the “gun” down and the poor kid saw it was just a small metal tube. His uncle was going to be so pissed.