Page 36 of Benga's Rise
“A full-size Six-Gun. I didn’t know they still had this model.”Jesus fuck he’s crazy starting shit in the Sheriff’s station. “We have a meet with Jerry,” he tells the Brother behind the counter like the dick in front of us isn’t standing there or growling at him.
“Go on back, Pres. You know where his office is.” Goody smiles, egging on the Six-Gun as he buzzes us in.
“I can’t get anyone to talk to and they walk right in?”
Goody nods. Cort stops to watch with a smile of his own. I shake my head. “They’re here for the Sheriff. You want a deputy. They’re all busy. Take a seat and one will be out soon.”
Cort starts walking so I follow thinking that was too easy. He pulls his phone and stops before Jerry’s office.
“I’ve been here for a fucking hour!” We hear from the front.
“Danielle, it’s Cort. Can you get ten pizzas ready for the Sheriff’s station? I’ll have a Prospect pick them up. Put it on the Club card. Thanks.” He dials again. “It’s Cort. You have any donuts left? Good. I’ll take them. I’m glad you didn’t send them out. A Prospect will pick them up. Bill it to the Club.”
I look at my feet when he dials again. “I need four Prospects escorted by an Enforcer team. Pizzas picked up, donuts from the café. Order a couple dozen tacos so you don’t have to wait. Three cases of soda and three cases of beer, all brought to the Sheriff’s station ASAP. Thanks, Moe.”
He clicks his mic back on. “Hade, get an Enforcer team to escort the Prospects.”
“Roger, Boss.”
As we walk by the open room he stops. “I have pizza, tacos, donuts, soda and beer coming in about thirty minutes. Can you make sure your Brother in the front gets fed?”
The deputies are loud but agree. I keep walking. No one is working until after lunch now.
Jerry is happy with the Brothers and likes the confessions and paperwork that follow the dicks we send him. He has deputies helping in town C. They’re working with the parents and school to get some financial backing for the Boys Club.
Cort calls Banks and asks how to get backing for the Boys Club and I’m reading wanted posters. When it gets loud outside the door, I know the food is here. Cort doesn’t stop explaining about the registers asking about rounding up so their change goes to the Boys Club. Since the Club owns fucking everything, that’s a lot of registers and a lot of change. Banks is good with this shit. Jerry’s happy and we move on.
When Reynolds comes up, Jerry knows just who we’re talking about. He’s got detectives on it and Cort tells him about Lorelei having a stalker sit outside her house. That makes it more than a phone call and worth more to investigate. I think it should have been enough, but physical presence and intimidation are bigger crimes. I agree and stay quiet while reading about new decals that are going on the cars. When that bores me, I move on to arrest statistics for the deputies. We should be up there. We send a couple a week and we always have confessions.
We’re done and Cort invites the Sheriff for lunch. I look at the floor so I don’t laugh. “I’m due in court, Son, but thank you for the offer.”
“No problem. I sent lunch to the deputies. Thanks for having our back, Jerry.”
Cort doesn’t wait for an answer. He walks out to everyone yelling a ‘Thanks’ as we go by. Goody holds his pizza up. “Thanks, Pres.”
I see the Six-Gun still waiting and smile. He is not happy. “See you at Church, Goody,” Cort says and walks out the door. I’m a little shocked by this.
I laugh when I see Enforcers standing by their bikes, two looking forward and two looking at the building.
“Hey, asshole!”
Cort stops but looks at me, not the dick. “You think those cameras are any good, Raid?”
I shrug. “It’s the Sheriff’s Department. They don’t have money for deputies, let alone cameras.”
The Enforcers looking at the building are pointing their guns at the one-percenter. We turn to look at him. “Albert Einstein said,Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity.You proved him right today. The question you’re justdyingto get answered, organ donor cards are available at the DMV, not the Sheriff’s station.” He uses an upbeat voice like he’s happy to answer that fucking question that no biker would ask.
Oh shit. The idiot reaches for his gun. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. There are now six guns pointed at you and you didn’t fill out your card yet.” I relax my finger when he drops his hand down.
Cort laughs. “That’s fitting, isn’t it? Six guns on the Six-Gun. I like it. It has a Dr. Seuss ring to it.”
“What the fuck? You bought the Sheriff too?” The asshole is mad about that and not the organ donor comment?
“Bought the Sheriff? I don’t buy people. We help him and he helps us. If you must know, we talked about helping the Boys Club so kids wouldn’t end up in gangs.”
The dick tenses up with that. “What did you do to him?” He knows about gangs here?
I bite. “Who?”
