The Mayor stormed through the police station, flanked by Sheriff Hammond on his left and a sleazy looking lawyer in an off the rack suit on his right.
“Walker, you horse’s ass!” the Mayor shouted. “Where’s my boy?”
Cole stepped out of the break room with Rusty in tow. “There a problem?”
The Mayor looked at his associates and laughed. “’Is there a problem?’ Son, is the pop of Catholic? Does a frog bump his ass on the ground every time he hops? You better believe there’s a big problem.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Sheriff Hammond said. “I always knew the situation between you and the Mayor was tense, Cole, but I never dreamed you’d be so unprofessional as to use your office to harass the son of a dedicated public servant.”
Cole sipped his coffee. “I didn’t harass the son of a just public servant,” the chief said as he pointed at the Mayor. “Just the son of that useless old drunk pile of shit over there.”
The Mayor was outraged. He turned to his lawer. “Sic em!”
The Mayor’s lawyer was a tall man with a bad rug on his head. He handed the Chief a piece of paper. “Chief Walker, I’m Max Weintraub of the Law Firm of Weintraub, Weintraub, Weintraub and LeFoy and this is a court order demanding the release of Buford Dufresne at once. You have no reason to detain this man.”
“Never was detaining him,” Cole said. “He was always free to go.”
“Oh, no,” Weintraub said. “Don’t think for one second you’re going to be able to fool me with that nonsense.”
“Say,” Rusty said. “Aren’t you that fella on TV with that commercial where you tell people you can get them big bags of cash?”
“No,” Weintraub said. “You’re thinking of my brother, Weintraub.”
“That’s not you?” Rusty asked.
“No,” Weintraub said. “I’m a different Weintraub.”
Sharon, Gordon and Buford emerged from Cole’s office. Buford ran like a little boy to his father.
“Daddy!” Buford shouted.
“Son!” the Mayor replied.
Father and son shared an embrace before the Mayor returned to his old tricks.
“What’s wrong with you people?” the Mayor asked Sharon. “Don’t the Feds got nothing better to do than harass pillars of the community like my boy here?”
“Mr. Mayor,” Sharon said. “We believe Buford is holding out on information that could help us find whoever killed your…I’m sorry, was Roxy your ex-wife?”
“No,” the Mayor said. “She was just a stripper at Big Ray-Ray’s House of Fancy Fun Bags back in 1989 when I strolled in, wearing a spiffy suit with big fake shoulder pads. Some random hair band music was playing and Roxy, why, she gave me the best time of my life for the low, low price of five dollars.”
“Five dollars?” Sharon asked.
“It was the eighties, darlin,’” the Mayor said. “You cold buy a damn house for five dollars. Anyway, we had our fun and nine months later, well…”
The Mayor reached up and put his hands over Buford’s ears. “We never had the heart to tell Buford he was an accident baby.”
“My Momma and Daddy were in love!” Buford shouted as the Mayor removed his hands from the boy’s ears.
“Well,” Sharon said. “Regardless of the relationship, don’t you want to see whoever killed your son’s mother brought to justice?”
“Indeed I do,” the Mayor said. “That’s why I’m gonna offer a big time cash reward for information leading to the Toilet Killer’s capture.”
“I was thinking more along the lines of you maybe talking to your son and getting him to tell us what he knows,” Sharon said.
“Are you kidding me?” the Mayor said. “Lady, the boy doesn’t know shit! Look at him. He’s like a giant fuckin’ man baby. He’s one step away from me having to change his diapers for him. I know what this is all really about.”
“And what is this about?” Sharon asked.
“You,” the Mayor said before he pointed to Cole, “And him used to be hitched until you left him on account of his diminutive penis.”
“I should get my own lawyer and sue you for slander,” Cole said.
“The truth is always a defense to slander, Chief,” Weintraub said. “You sue my client for his statement about your penis and I’ll be left with no choice but to file a demand that you produce your penis in court for a full inspection as to its size and length.”
Cole stepped up to the lawyer and looked him right in the eye. “That’s a challenge I’ll accept any day of the week and twice on Sunday, pal.”
The Mayor threw up his hands. “Look,” he said to his lawyer. “All I know is this police chief has always been after me, threatening me with scurrilous charges because I have been a vocal advocate of transferring Sitwell’s law enforcement needs to the capable hands of Sheriff Hammond here, and now he’s in cahoots with the gal he used to give his microscopic pecker to, trying to frame my boy to get back at me.”
“That’s absurd,” Sharon said.
“It is,” Cole said. “And if you’d just stop drinking and driving, I’d stop pulling you over, Beau.”
“That’s an outrage, sir,” Weintraub said. “One more crack like that and I’ll have a judge put a gag order on you.”
“Good,” Cole said. “Maybe I’ll hire one of the other Weintraubs to defend me.”
“They’re all busy,” Weintraub said as he handed the Chief a business card. “LeFoy’s free though and his rates are very reasonable.”
Cole slapped the business card out of the lawyer’s hand, then looked at the Mayor. “Take your spawn and get outta here!”
Sharon snapped at Cole. “That’s not your call to make.”
“Oh,” Cole said. “Sorry. You want to keep him?”
Sharon shook her head as she looked at the Mayor. “No. Take your spawn and get out of here.”
“You haven’t heard the last of this!” the Mayor shouted. “Sitwell PD is done! All of this, gone! Enjoy the unemployment line, Cole!”
Cole sipped his coffee and watched as the trio leave.
“Might as well cut that little turd loose too,” Cole said as he pointed at Paul, who was still sitting by a random desk. “I don’t think he knows anything.”
“Fine,” Sharon said. “But Cole, does the Mayor really have that kind of juice, enough to…get rid of you?”
“You don’t know the half of it,” Cole said. “Sitwell’s changed a lot since you left. All power in these parts runs through, up, and out of that asshole’s asshole.”