Puppies Don't Hunt
(But Big Dogs Do)
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The days were getting shorter, the leaves were turning, it was well into the fall. I saw Eileen standing at the picture window looking out. I was very interested, heck, I was more than interested. The brightness of the evening sun caused a silhouette of a still shapely Eileen to cause a noticeable increase in my ordinarily flagging libido. I was impressed and inclined to advance on her with intentions of expressing my rising sexual interest when she said; “Talked to Katy lately?” “She called a while ago.” “Did she say she was coming over?” “Yeah.” “Well, she’s here, she’s coming up the driveway.” “Jorja with her?” “Yes she is, Roy she’s getting to be so grown up and pretty.” “Katy?” “No, Jorja you goof!” Eileen turned quickly, her skirt fanned out, I grabbed her around the waist, she didn’t pull away but said softly; “Put it away stud, they’re coming in!” She turned, gave me a “hip bump,” and headed for the front door. I said; “Later you good lookin’ thang !” “Are you up for it studman?” “Yup !” “We’ll see about that.” After we said our “Howdy” to Katy and Jorja, Katy turned to me. “Dad, can we talk?” “Sure can.” We walked to my little office. It was out of the hearing range of Jorja and Eileen. Once inside Katy closed the door. I thought “Oh Oh this must be serious.” Turned out it was. “Dad, I’ve been seeing Bruce again.” “You mean Bruce the real estate guy?” “Yes but please don’t blow your cool……” “Seeing him, shacking up, damn it Katy !” “Please Dad, just listen for a minute, just listen.” “Okay, let’s hear it.” She explained that a couple nights ago she was staying over at Bruce’s place. She noticed several cardboard boxes stacked up at the foot of the bed they were in. When Bruce got up and left the room to “take care of business,” she “snooped around” and opened a couple of the boxes. “Dad the boxes were full of wrapped kilos of cocaine !!” “Oh my God!! Katy are you involved in the drug scene?” “Well I, I………” “Have you been doing drugs?” Katy gave me the old “I tried it once but I didn’t like it bit.” I figured “What the hell, I’m not gonna waste my time arguing with her.” “Katy, if you’ve got a lick of sense, make tracks away from these drug dealing idiots, and do it NOW !” She set in to tell me that there were several “well to do men in the valley” who were flying their planes into Mexico and Central America, loading up with cocaine, flying back at night and landing at a small airport just 70 miles west of where we were. She started to tell me further details but I cut her short. “But Dad, your name has been mentioned, they’re afraid of you, they believe you’re ‘connected’ with the New Jersey Mafia.” “That’s a lot of crap, that’s downright laughable damnit.” “Well Dad, tell me, just what is it that you do?” “Katy, I’ve told you before, everything I’ve done, everything I’m doing and everything I’ll ever do WILL BE LEGAL .” “Well I just…….” “Yeah you just……That’s all of this conversation, the end!” Eileen, ever ready to listen, did so as I poured out my concern, not so much for my safety, but for hers. I knew there were people, either politically or financially motivated, even those who would simply act upon order, who would take pleasure in arranging my demise, and if Eileen was in the way, hers too.
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ROY RANDALL, determined to overcome a disappointing “first love” relationship that ended in divorce, rose to prominence in law enforcement. Married to Eileen “Sweet Thang,” and appointed to Chief of Police, he worked behind the scene in politics. Friendship with a U.S. Senator culminated in an opportunity to serve as an investigator responsible only to the President.
Chief Randall’s daughter Katy was a loving, well behaved child growing up, but later turned to nefarious means in “the hunt” to gain wealth and recognition, even at her father’s expense.
As a top security level investigator, Chief Randall becomes involved in cases of extortion, prostitution, murder, organized crime, crooked politicians and gang activity. The Mafia wants him “whacked!”
The President applauds Randall for his service to the country. The newly elected President is certain that Randall is the right man to serve again. Chief Randall isn’t so sure as he and Sweet Thang talk over the Presidential request while spending the night in the Lincoln Bedroom at The White House. Nestled snugly in bed with Roy beside her, Sweet Thang says, “Don’t start something you can’t finish big boy!”
About the Author
ROCKY STEELE grew up on the mean streets of Jersey City at a time when political and law enforcement corruption was the accepted norm. Determined not to be lured down a destructive path into a life of violent criminal activity, as had several of his classmates, he became academically astute. At the age of seventeen he was considered a likely candidate and eligible for membership in the international high IQ society, Mensa. An academic university scholarship was awarded to Rocky. He received a BS degree in philosophy and a Masters in Criminal Justice. Steele became much in demand as a motivational speaker and was considered an expert in the area of Law Enforcement Conflict Resolution.
Recently retired, Steele has devoted himself to a longstanding ambition to write fiction based on life experience. As can readily be seen by his writing, his varied experience in politics, law enforcement, meaningful relationships and just when to be discreetly silent stand him in good stead to write.
A once busy husband and father, Steele now enjoys the “empty nest syndrome” with just he, his wife and a Chihuahua in their Virginia home nestled in the Shenandoah Valley where the Steele name has enjoyed prominence for better than two hundred years.