Detachment Delta by Don Bendell Read Free Book Online

and undying gratitude. No laws have been broken in this case by the defendant, and based upon Presidential Directive 25, the defendant cannot be charged with any crimes anyway, so with consent and no objection of counsels for both the defense and prosecution, this case is dismissed without prejudice and all records of it are to be purged under the supervision of the U.S. Attorney’s Office in Manhattan. Court is adjourned.”
    Charlie smiled warmly at the judge. He then shook hands with Major Hair and George Rooney.
    â€œThis is bullshit!” came the scream from the back of the courtroom. “He is a cop killer! Are you all insane?”
    The judge rapped her gavel sharply and started to speak, and like a little schoolchild, Charlie meekly raised his hand. Since this was such a mystery, with him at the center, his gesture caught everybody’s attention. The judge smiled and nodded recognition to Charlie, who until now had not spoken.
    He said, “Your Honor,” and he subconsciously touched his swollen black eye. “If it please the court, ma’am, I met this officer last night, and I think I can straighten this out, with your permission, Your Honor?”
    The grin he gave the judge reminded her of the same grin she’d seen from her father several times in his life.
    She said, “This case has been highly unusual, to say the least, anyway. Go ahead and speak to him, Sergeant. The court will wait.”
    â€œThank you, Your Honor.”
    Charlie walked back to Bubba with an easy stride, while all eyes were glued on him. He walked up to the apprehensive behemoth of an officer and smiled. Charlie, who was taller than all in the room save Bubba, reached out and up and placed his left hand on the giant jerk’s basketball-sized shoulder, and using it for leverage, he jumped up high and pivoted his right hip and shoulder in midair and smashed Bubba in the already broken nose with a vicious elbow. Bubba’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he crumpled to the ground in a heap.
    Charlie turned and grinned at the judge, saying, “Thank you, Your Honor, I just had to speak in the only language he understands.”
    Everybody just stared at him, and then Detective Sergeant Brad Pitt walked up to him and shook his hand, laughing his head off, while looking at the unmoving, nasty cop on the floor. Virginia was laughing, too.
    The judge, grinning, just shook her head.
    She said, “You probably should leave now, Sergeant. Bailiff, get that officer medical attention, and then when he is awake, take him to a holding cell for contempt of court. I will visit this with him later.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    Making Up
    IT was late in the day, when Madeleine Cameron walked into Virginia Hampton’s office carrying a bouquet of various colored roses with numerous stems of baby’s breath adorning it. Virginia was shocked to say the least.
    â€œVirginia,” Madeleine said, “there is a very striking gentleman here to see you, if he can, quote, squeeze in between appointments. He said to tell you that the roses are a peace offering.” She then scrunched up her eyebrows, saying, “And he said to tell you that he is not really gay.”
    Virginia’s face blushed, and she giggled like a school-girl.
    She reached under the desk for her high heels and slipped them on, saying, “Maddie, give me about three minutes, then have him come in. How’s my mascara?”
    Madeleine grinned. “You look just beautiful as always, Boss.”
    Virginia headed toward the small bathroom in the corner of her office and winked.
    When Charlie entered the room, she had just brushed her teeth, her clothes, and her hair, and was ready for the challenge. She could not believe how much his shoulders filled out the doorway when he walked in, and what an appearance now, she thought. Charlie wore cowboy boots, tight, slightly faded but very clean jeans, a blue ribbon shirt with white polka dots