11:15 am
As expected, the police arrived at Papa’s house to find nothing. By the time they left, they were looking at Papa like he was the leading suspect in every unsolved case they had. Papa, as you might imagine, has quite an ego so this wasn’t sitting well with him at all. So, he jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. He replied to my email and I am not sure I like his attitude:
“You are still too much of a pussy to meet me. I bet you are a little bitch who likes to suck cock! I will fucking kill you when I see you asshole.
3 day old road kill”
I couldn’t say for sure, but I am pretty sure he is not a reader or a fan of the Rage. There was an unfortunate error at Papa’s parent’s mortgage company and a sheriff’s deputy is on his way to their house with an eviction notice.
You didn’t think I forgot about the dog killer Quebec did you? Certainly not, I just needed some more information. First thing we did though was get with Kevin and he found that poor lady a puppy that didn’t have a home and might have been euthanized. I bought a nice leash and collar and put a piece of Simon stationary with the following note in a package for the dog. I tied the beast to the front railing, rang the bell and dove in the bushes like I was 10 again playing ding dong ditch.
“Dear dog lady, I saw what happened to your dog the other day and I am so sorry for your loss. A friend of mine works for PETA and found this puppy who has no home. Would you be kind enough to raise this dog? If you contact the veterinarian that is on the business card in the envelope, he will take care of your puppy for free…for life. His office received a generous grant with very specific instructions to take care of your dog. I will make sure the person who took your beloved from you will pay for his sins. Be well and thank you for helping to save this puppy.
Simon”
Let’s meet the ass boil known as Quebec. There are several warrants out for his arrest, no wonder he was speeding down the road. Apparently, Quebec is quite the burglar, among other not so nice traits. He is 32 and has spent 8 years in prison already and is currently on parole. I think it only fair that we save the good taxpayers the expense of any more court proceedings and incarceration fees on Quebec’s behalf don’t you? Obviously, rehabilitation is not working. The trick was finding the slippery little fucker. He obviously is not staying at his known residence since there are warrants out. I wouldn’t have stayed there if you paid me but that is beside the point. Oh no, what are we going to do to find him…. Thankfully, most criminals are not Mensa members. I cross referenced all his known associates and found 2. Both frequented the same bar according to their credit card statements. Guess where Quebec hangs out….
He comes staggering out of the bar about 1:30 am and is walking toward his car. I was standing next to his car looking like I was peeing on his tire. That woke him from his stupor somewhat so when he comes charging at me like a drunk bull, I ducked the ridiculous haymaker he threw at my head and hit him with a nice uppercut. I wore my brass knuckles, I had forgotten how much fun they were until Kilo reminded us. He went down like a sack of spuds. I never get tired of seeing that. All that bravado and ego reduced to a quivering pile of human jello. Ok, human might be a stretch. We loaded up tomorrow’s refuse and headed back to the ops center to tuck him in. There was no chocolate on his pillow. I just can’t get good help. I did notice that the Rage has chocolate on the corner of his mouth though…