In addition to the Weekly Wednesday Blogging Challenge, Long and Short Reviews has added the Friday Five to their arsenal. Each week, you’ll get a set of five prompts to work into a piece of writing of your choice. Sound like fun? You can find the prompts here.
A bit of backstory before I get into this ridiculous bit of fiction I have for you today. I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember, but I generally don’t share it outside a small group of friends. So, this is a huge step for me. Be kind? Or not, this is a bit silly after all.
The Perils of Social Media
Scratching his chin, James looked at his partner. “What do you think, Hansen?”
“I think he has too many teeth to be a drug dealer, Rosewood, but I could be wrong.” He watched out the passenger window of James’ car. “Although this one coming up on us might offer up better odds.”
James looked into the rear-view mirror and studied the suspected dealer approaching from the rear of their vehicle. “He does look promising.”
“Thanks,” Jake said, grinning. “My contact’s Facebook profile said he was an independent wholesaler with a small set of distributors. He said he’d even deliver for a nominal fee. This might be his delivery guy.”
“His what,” James asked, incredulous. He narrowed his eyes at his partner, waiting for the punchline.
“His Facebook profile,” Jake said, shrugging as if it was normal to find your drug dealers on social media. “When you’re looking to get drug dealers off the street, you’ve got to get creative these days.”
“So, you friended him on Facebook?”
“What? No,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. “I found him on the Marketplace.”
“I – I don’t even know what that means,” James sighed.
“You’re starting to sound like Zeklos,” Jake pointed out. “Although, I think he has a better grasp on the English language than you do sometimes. That’s even with it being his third language.”
“You can shut up any time now,” James growled. “Wait, I think he’s going to stop.”
James continued to watch the rear-view mirror while Jake kept his eyes on the side mirror. The suspect, a stockily built white man in his mid-thirties, stopped just behind the front passenger side door and rapped on the window.
Jake looked at his partner who shrugged. “Thanks for nothing, Rosewood,” he muttered before rolling down the window halfway. “Can we help you?”
He rubbed his stubbled chin with a hand and stared off down the street. Turning back to the car, he leaned in and put a hand on the lowered window. “I was hoping you could point me in the direction of Odyssey Records. I know it’s around here somewhere, but I must have gotten turned around because I can’t find it.”
“That’s because they tore it down in 2014,” Jake said.
“Really?” The guy shook his head and sighed. “I needed to get my sister a birthday present before her party next week.”
“Have you tried Target,” James asked, amused.
The guy pulled back and gave Jake a ‘he can’t be serious’ look. Jake shrugged. “Dude, you don’t get it. Odyssey had all the coolest stuff. Things you wouldn’t find anywhere else. Plus, all those cool deport CD’s.”
“Import,” Jake corrected. “And vinyl before vinyl was cool again.” He caught James giving him the hairy eyeball. “What? I grew up here. Where else could you buy new releases at midnight?”
James ignored him. “Aside from party gifts, is there anything else we can help you with,” James asked, his patience beginning to wear thin. He hated surveillance and doing it on a Saturday afternoon only made it worse. Having to deal with this? Unbearable.
“Nah man, not unless you want to help support a budding entrepreneur and give me some extra pocket money to help buy my sister’s gift.”
“How would we go about doing that,” James asked. He twisted in his seat so he could fully face the ‘budding entrepreneur’.
“I have this amazing homegrown that I can share with you at a bargain basement price.”
“Pot,” Jake asked sounding happier than he should under the circumstances. “It’s pot, right?”
“Indeed, my friend.” He held his hand out for a fist bump.
Jake obliged him, ignoring the withering look from his partner.
“Buddy,” James said, resisting the urge to slap a hand across his face, “that’s illegal.”
“No, my friend, I assure you, it’s not,” the guy said, grinning. “Pot for recreational use has been legal in Nevada for a couple years now.”
Jake snorted. “You know you still need to buy it from an approved dispensary, right?”
The guy blinked. “Really?”
“Really,” James said. The guy looked both horrified and crestfallen with the way his face drooped with the news.
“Well, what do you know,” he said, shaking his head. “You learn something new every day. I guess we have no other business then. Have a good day gentlemen, thanks for the help.”
James watched him walk off down the sidewalk. “Shouldn’t we arrest him,” he asked. “He was trying to illegally sell pot to two narcotics detectives.”
Jake made a face. “I’m going to say no this time. I don’t think he honestly knew it was illegal.”
“He’s perched himself on the bus bench, so maybe we ought to keep an eye on him just in case,” James added. “If he tries to sell to someone else, we can bust him.”
“Good idea.” Jake looked down at his phone when it chirped. Thumbing it on, he looked at the Messenger app notification. “Bad news,” he said. “Our possible bust is officially a bust. The seller just contacted me and said he can’t meet today, but maybe later in the week.”
“Figures,” James said, annoyed at having wasted most of his day off. “He give you a date?”
“Wednesday.” He typed quickly on his phone, replying to the message. “I just told him that would be fine. This might actually work in our favor. It’ll give us more time to figure out a better plan.”
“Too bad we sat out here for three hours for no reason.” He started the car and sighed.
“Time spent with you is never a waste,” Jake teased, batting his eyes at his partner.
“Keep that up and you can walk back to the station.” James loved his partner, couldn’t ask for a better man to have his back, but sometimes, the boy pushed his buttons.
“Man, I can feel the love,” Jake laughed. “Back to the station then?”
“Back to the station,” James agreed. He pulled away from the curb and began maneuvering his way through the early afternoon traffic. “And Hansen?”
“Once we nab this guy, do me a favor and stay off Facebook, okay?”
“Sure, no problem. But what about Instagram?”
“God no, Jake.” James braked at a light. “No more social media, period. At least not when it comes to work.”
“Darn,” Jake grumbled. “And here I was thinking we could catch the Craigslist Killer.”
James gripped the steering wheel and stared at the light, begging it to change colors.
“Don’t call me that or I will leave you at the next light, Hansen.”
“I was kidding about Craigslist.”
James cut his eyes to where his partner sat beside him, idly flicking through pictures of massively large cats on his phone. “I worry about you, Hansen.”
Jake laughed. “I suppose that’s a partner’s job after all.”
“I suppose you’re right,” James agreed, pulling into the station. “See you on Monday, unless this guy hits you up again before that.”
“Don’t have too much fun, Rosewood,” Jake said, exiting the car.
James waved, watching to make sure Hansen got to his own car safely. Jake wouldn’t ever let him live it down if he knew, but James couldn’t help himself. That protective instinct ran deep, even with his partner, someone who could more than take care of himself. He was getting ready to pull out of the lot when his phone pinged with a text. Opening the text app, he snorted.
I’m in my car, Rosewood. You can go home now, Jake had texted.
“Jerk,” he said, chuckling. With a shake of his head, he put the car in drive and thought about how to best spend the rest of his Saturday now that he was free again.