Sunshine Valley

Round 2

Contains language some readers may find offensive.

     Bradley, Dillon, and Clint took turns (in teams) questioning Calvin. At first, they got nothing. He just sat in his chair and rocked. They took a break for lunch before deciding to try again. 

     “Round 2,” Clint smirked as he and Dillon walked into the interview room. Calvin was already there with a legal aid lawyer. 

     “Savannah,” Dillon nodded. 

     “Calvin,” Dillon started. “Have you been told that Deek is dead?”

      Through gritted teeth he moaned, “no. Filthy bastard.”

     Clint asked, “please confirm that the morning of the 25th, myself and Deputy Bradley met with you, under the direction of Dr. Stidham, you were put on leave?”

     “Bastards!” He screamed. He tried to shake the chair he was sittin’ in.

     “Please say yes or no,” Savannah encouraged. 

     “Yes, you stupid bitch.”

      Clint continued, “Deputy Bradley and myself escorted you from the property, when we did, you had on street clothes and left in your own car?”

     He just laughed. Savannah gave him a sharp look. “Yes.” He answered.

     “The cruiser you drove to Deek’s, where did you get it?” Dillon asked. 

     “Promised Todd a date with my sister if he looked the other way when I drove it off.” 

     “And the uniform?” 

      “You really do have shit for brains.” He laughed, screamed, then answered, “Halloween costume. Stupid.” He started rocking again. 

     “What were you doing at Deek’s place?” Dillon asked. 

     The acidic smell of urine flooded the room. Calvin started laughing and bouncing in his seat. “Meetin’ over. I pissed myself.”

     “Savannah,” Dillon looked at her. She shrugged.

     “Ah hell nah. It’s in-human makin’ me sit in my own piss.”

     “Maybe you should have asked for a break.” Clint spoke. 

     “I wanted to beat some sense into the reject. Make him stop messin’ with my girl.”

     “I had heard you were having relationship troubles. Care to tell us about those?” Clint asked. 

     Calvin passed gas. It was toxic. The three adults in the room covered their noses but continued the conversation. “You know what’s next,” he howled.

     “Tell us about your relationship. How was Deek messin’ with your girl?” Dillon asked. 

      Calvin tried to make a come hither stare at Savannah, “tell me something? Are all you women just alike? Cheatin’, no good, useless, pussies? I mean that’s all you’re good at right? Just a piece of ass?” He took a deep breath. “I want a male lawyer. A man. Someone with a dick. Not a pussy.”

     Dillon ended the interview with the flick of his wrist. A deputy came in and took Calvin away. Followed by the janitor. “I’m sorry about that Savannah.” Dillon apologized.

     “Thank you sheriff. But I’ve been called worse by better men.”