by Steve M
By nightfall, all of the state's television stations were carrying the story and with the clips provided by the newspaper, and as agreed, the face shots of the pigs without masks. Submissive Fat Cop was arrested at his home that night around 10 PM. Animal Cop was arrested closer to midnight at a local bar.
It took four months before they finally went to trial. They had been granted bail at $1 million each; the judge thinking that on a cop’s salary and even with family help they would never make it. They both posted within five hours. They hired a team of lawyers from the best criminal firm in Jackson, and the best connected.
Within one week of the start of the trial, the judge disallowed the video as evidence despite opposition from prosecutors and public outcry. No warrant, unknown source, no proof of authenticity, inadmissible. A year later a distant cousin of the judge used the money he received to endow a chair with full professorship at the law school of Ole Miss named after the judge.
'Injustice' was the headline the next day in the Clarion Ledger. The prosecution’s case unravelled. The judge granted them an emergency overnight continuance in order to see if they had anything else to offer as evidence. They didn't. No weapons, no body, only inadmissible video evidence. They walked out of court free men a day later.
Nine months to the day after the death of Taylor Oswald, a high performance Japanese motorcycle was stolen. It was outfitted with stolen plates. The rider dressed in black leather clothes and wore a black visor helmet.
Two hours and 47 minutes later, Submissive Fat Cop was shot twice, once in each knee as he got out of his vehicle to go into Wal-Mart. He didn't know his assailant who demanded his wallet (for good measure) and escaped on the motorcycle.
Twenty-three minutes later Animal Cop was examining the unexplained Japanese motorcycle parked in his drive. He felt the steel of the 9mm as it was shoved hard and painfully between the cheeks of his ass an instant before it fired. He was then shot twice in the back of the head by an unknown assailant.
Every morning at 2:52 AM I wake up in a sweat, struggling to breathe.
So don't look for us. We don't live there anymore ... or there either.... we exist somewhere else as some other people.
The End
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Who the fuck?
Steve M escaped from the information cages of mega corp right before mega sucked the last bit of life force from him.
Years of weekly project and program reports had left him weak, exhausted and disoriented to the world outside of the data sphere he lived in.
Educated at the universities of America, steve m exited with a masters degree, although it mostly served to pushed him deeper into slavery at mega corp.
Still, he enjoyed the education experience and became a life-long learner.
(enough of this third person writing about myself crap, it's me, Steve. I know it. You know it)
I like to write science fiction because of a simple belief: there really is no magic, there are no miracles, only things we don't understand....yet. Science Fiction is the realm where incredible things become possible because of technology rather than mythical/spiritual explanations. Just a small stretch of the imagination is all that's needed for it to be real....and that means it’s possible.
I like to write political thrillers because I believe that we've been in a dystopia for decades now and it is finally becoming visible in the western world. The third world has known it since before the term Third World was coined. Our fetish attitude towards economic growth rather than focusing on economic development seems suicidal in a finite ecosystem. Eventually we poison it even too much for our own species.
I won't apologize for writing some cannabis focused stories. It’s a bad law and I like to tell the story from the other side. Don't like it? Don't read them.
But they are fun to write and I like the hard-hitting, ain't not heroes round here, noir style. It's like an unexpected punch to the gut. And there's always something else going on in these stories, another much larger story.
Its warm in Florida with my wife and two cats.
After a hard night of thinking in England.
