The Serpent and the Crow

Book 4: Chapter Five

Douglas' eyes judged Mikael Basinsky who was smoking a big stogie. The kind that was cheap and nasty much like Basinsky himself. Much like the place the dwelled-on Elm and Maple Street.

Lawton and Basinski peeped at the women licking the pole their vaginas had just shimmied down. Basinski looked bored like it was a bad re-run he had to endure. Lawton had that puppy dog look, the look a dog gives you when they are about to hump your leg.

"I fucking told you I fucking quit. I didn't retire," Basinski said.

"Why?" Douglas asked.

"That fucking Sully," He said.

"Your Captain. Captain Mason Sullivan?"

"Yeah, Sully," Basinski said, "Hadley quit before I did. I wanted to move up. I worked cases before. But that shit-kicker Mike Flavell got the job."

"What do you know about Director Mike Flavell."

"I know he's a cunt."

"Anything else?" Douglas said.

"He didn't marry her for her looks."

"Marry who?" Lawton said, "What does looks matter anyway? Shouldn't a woman be judged by other qualities?"

"Well, excuse me, Mr Pimple Dick. I work in the pussy industry. I only pay for one quality."

Lawton found him despicable. Douglas thought he was a goon with limited prospects after he was found with confiscated weapons in his personal gun locker. Probably off selling them.

Lawton hated people who demeaned women as he did. It was the same thought pattern the killer would have possessed to do what he had to do. Lawton wondered what it took to drive that thinking to the edge where there was only one option; to fall into a cycle of dark thoughts or dark fantasies.

Douglas asked, "Why is Flavell a..."

Basinski leaned forward, "Trust me. I know what a cunt looks like."

Douglas did not doubt it.

"Flavell has the worst qualities a cunt should have. No, one wants to see that kinda..."

"...He's a director of the criminal investigation bureau, officer," Lawton said, "Flavell has more commendations..."

"So, Basinsky doesn't have the acquired taste he has. So, what?"

"What acquired taste does Mick Flavell have?" Douglas asked.

"A taste for a certain Captain that lives in Pidgeon Park. Now, I have told you what I know. I do not want to remember the shit I have seen. I do not want to remember those kids. I did my time. I did it to the best of my abilities...Now, fuck off."

Lawton was about to get fresh with Basinski. But Douglas knew better. Douglas fought Basinsky before and he lost. The fight happened when Basinsky told Doug to fuck off. Douglas gripped Lawton's shoulder and led him past men old enough to be the grandfather of the girl's dancing their thongs off.

"We got what we wanted," Douglas said.

"What did we want?"
"The nail to crucify this son of a bitch."