The Magician Ch. 02

The next day things were about back to normal, we had cases coming out our ears. I interviewed a new client. He was a very large older man. He stood tall and straight, well over six feet tall with very strong broad shoulders. I guessed he was 55 or 60. His name was listed as Doyle Donaldson on the information form he had completed. He lived in a rural area about fifty miles from the city. His address was not far from where my grandparents had lived and this man looked familiar but I couldn't place him. I asked him if he knew me.
He grinned a lopsided grin. "Yeah! We met thirty years ago. I was fresh out of college and was a deputy sheriff, you were a little kid. Your grandpa was the sheriff. You rode with me many a day, off and on for years."
I jumped up and grabbed his hand, "Deputy Doyle! Deputy Dog! Yes I remember you. You are the Sheriff out there now, aren't you?"
"That's right Davie. I need your help real bad, son. Real bad."
"Sit down and tell me about it. I will do what ever I can."
"Well, we have had a problem in my county and three of the four adjoining counties. There have been seven young women who have disappeared in the last eight months. Most have never been heard from again. They were all very young, 18 to 20 years old. All were very pretty, beautiful even. Two have turned up here in the city, dead. They had obviously been whoring and were drug addicts. They were both dead of drug over doses. One was my daughter."
"Damned, I'm really sorry to hear that. What can I do?"
"Well, we think, from witnesses and tips, that a gang of black pimps have been recruiting out there. There have been reports of two of the girls being seen in trucks or SUVs with black guys about the time they disappeared. Most have disappeared within a mile or two of home. We law enforcement types have worn our vehicles out prowling around that area and have seen nothing. I am desperate. I want those scum bags real bad."
"Doyle, I will do all I can to help. What is in that big folder, something to help, I hope."
"Yeah! Pictures of the girls, newspaper reports, really, everything we know."
"Listen, let me look at this for a couple of days. Do you have other kids?"
"Yes, I have two boys, grown and gone."
"Didn't you have a brother and a sister?"
"That's right. My brother lives here in the city, sis is in California."
"Does your sister have any daughters, do they ever visit?"
"I haven't see my nieces since they were ten and eleven, about ten or twelve years ago."
"There is a possibility they may come to visit. I have two female gents who are very, very good. Sort of casually mention around you are excited your nieces are coming to visit. They can nose around with out attracting attention."
"Hell, you are going to use them as bait, ain't ya?"
"It just might work, either of the little girls can probably whip your toughest deputy." One of them is here. See the girl at the desk over there. She is my wife and partner. She can look ten years younger if she needs to. I want you to meet her anyway. Doris please come over here, I want you to meet an old friend. Dori, this is an old friend, Sheriff Doyle Donaldson, Doyle this is Doris Larson, my wife and far better half."
"Son, this child doesn't look a day over twenty now. She should easily look a bit younger."
We briefed Dori on the case and she looked at me. "You are going to send Molly and I to snoop around?"
"Yes, if you think the two of you can look young and pretty enough to do the job."
"David, if this Molly is anyway near as pretty as your wife, they will draw a crowd of drooling guys anywhere."
"Why, thank you, Sheriff," said Doris, "wait until you see little Molly."
"Are you gonna be around too, son. These are some bad heartless dudes."
"I'll be completely out of sight, we may have two more people around too, I don't like to put my wife at risk."
"I reckon the girls will have to stay with me. I live by myself since my wife passed. Before you go too far I need to ask how much this is going to cost us, All four counties want to join in on it. I have to know the cost before I can give you the go ahead."
"Doyle this will be complimentary, our civic duty. We do these many times a year. Thugs like these need to be off the streets at the very least, if you deputize the girls they may do more than that."
"I haven't seen this Molly, but I can't believe this lovely wife of yours could hurt a fly."
"Are you in good shape old man?"
"You bet I am, I can handle any of my deputies. I insist on lots of martial arts training and hand to hand stuff."
I opened my desk drawer, I rummaged around for a bit and came out with a rubber knife and pistol. "Doyle here are a knife and a pistol. Try the knife first and hold Dori captive. You don't have to be gentle, but I would advise you not to make her mad."
"I don't like man handling women, but we do train that way." He moved behind Doris. Pulled her arm up behind her back and put the knife to her throat.
Dori winked at me. I asked each of them if they were ready. They both said they were ready. Dori winced as araban escort Doyle increased the pressure on her arm. I said, "GO!"
There was a blur, a whap! Whap! And a loud thud as Doyle hit the floor. He sat shaking his head. He looked up at me, "What happened?"
Doris reached down and effortlessly helped Doyle to his feet.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"Damn, I still don't know what you did. But I do know you took it easy on me didn't you girl?"
Dori walked to him and hugged him and kissed his cheek, "I didn't want to hurt you."
"Doyle, I want Dori to show you some thing else. Get in a defensive stance. Ok Dori, when he says he is ready, touch him if you can."
Doyle said, "Ready." Dori feinted at his chest and he countered. There was a rapid tap, tap, tap, tap. Doris stood smiling in her little sundress and high heeled slides. Not a hair out of place. Doyle dropped his arms. He grinned, "Amazing. I saw the feint but never saw any of the others coming and had no way to stop them. Is Molly that good?"
Doris grinned wider, "Way better. And lots meaner."
"Wow!"
Doris added, "She is also the sweetest girl I have ever known. David and I love her very much. She is part of our family. I have also seen her whip a Karate, Sensei Master, black belt, tenth Dan, in about ten seconds flat. He never knew what hit him. If she had been wearing her usual little spike high heels she would have killed him."
"Damn sounds like my kinda gal."
"Uncle Doyle, you are going to love her."
"Then I'll love both of you, you already have a special place in my heart, Dori."
She gently kissed his cheek again.
Two days later Doris and I pulled up in the drive of Uncle Doyle' house driving a little yellow Mustang convertible with California tags. He ran out the door to meet us. Doris said, "I am glad to see you again, I don't think you recognize Molly, she was just a kid last time you saw her"
Doyle took my hands, "Look at you, you have grown into a beautiful little lady." He hugged and kissed each of us. We got our bags and he carried a couple too. He showed us to our rooms. We sat in the living room after we were settled in. We discussed the situation. He said Stan and Fred were in town and Stan had already been arrested for being drunk and disorderly. Fred was obviously being watched by the deputies. This was according to plan. He told us there were only about five night spots the younger crowd frequented in all four counties combined. The most popular was The Dirty Shame Saloon in Bradford, about five miles from where we sat. We said we would try that first. He gave us directions to two other places that were fairly nearby. The three of us went to dinner at a local eatery and had a good country meal. Chicken and dumplings. Super! After dinner Dori and I got in the Mustang and went to The Dirty Shame. There was a country band playing and we were each asked to dance before we were even able to sit down. The guy that asked me was a giant. He was a least 6'3" and two eighty. He had dark brown hair and a sweet smile. He was very cute. He asked where we were from. I told him we were from California and were visiting our Uncle Doyle.
"The only Doyle I know around here is the Sheriff."
I smiled sweetly up at him. "That's our dear uncle."
Doris wore a black keyhole silver sequin blouse with Rhinestone trimmed black low-rise jeans. She wore a black straw hat and black lizard boots. I had on a fringed suede jacket over a snug fitting Buffalo Bill top with rhinestones, my side seam cut out, brown jeans with rivets, and a concho belt. I had on a hot pink cow girl hat and matching boots. A line dance started and my partner asked if I wanted to try it. It was one of our favorites, a Tush Push. After that came an Electric Slide. They did some of the moves a little different than we were used to but we adapted easily. I looked at Dori and we went to powder our noses. I could tell she was enjoying herself. I whispered in her ear. "Simmer down girl, we are working." She smiled back, "I know, keep an eye on the bartender. He is really eyeing us."
"I noticed that. Fred is on him I think."

We went back out and made it to the bar and ordered a couple of beers. We drew a crowd of guys pretty quick. We sat with our backs to the bar and talked with a bunch of guys. The usual pick up lines and bullshit. We each danced partner dances, we did a West Texas Waltz and the next dance we did was a Jambalaya Me