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Whores .32: Rubicon


  10:36:00 am, by Nic Wilson   , 868 words  
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Whores .32: Rubicon

I was late. Lost. I was supposed to meet up with a couple of uniforms.

That digging I'd done on the truck had led to a break in the case. It had seemed mostly innocuous, at the time, but together with information gleaned from interrogating a female suspect ?in custody? we had an in.

Campbell used that to flip two in the cell, who claimed to be willing to testify against the rest. That?s where I was headed, to take them into custody. It was a win, but nothing related to gender crimes really felt like a win.

I could have easily pulled up a GPS map on my phone to get me to the officers' location, at least presuming they'd finally gotten to the area, but when I said I was lost I meant as much spiritually as geographically.

I'd seen pictures, both of the man we were taking in, and the woman he was bringing along with him. From the picture he had of her, it seemed they were intimate. But stranger, unless I was off my nut, the man was the same man I'd punched a few days ago, and in the light of day I was certain he was the same man whose culpability in a murder I'd helped erase a few weeks before that. It seemed I'd risked life and limb for absolutely nothing.

That's when I saw her, the girl I was going to meet. She looked as lost as I felt. And then I realized she wasn't lost- she'd been drugged. ?Excuse me, miss?? I said politely. She seemed happy to have found someone and eagerly came over to me. I gently took hold of her hand, and placed my thumb at the base of hers, in case I needed to use a pressure hold to restrain her. ?I don't want you to freak out, but please listen to me. I'm with the police, and I'm on my way to take you into custody.? She tried to struggle, but whatever she'd been given was strong enough that she couldn't break her hands free from mine without the hold.

That same impulse crept up in my head, the one that had led me to delete the footage at the hospital. Though I'm not sure that's true; if I'd been following procedure, I would have applied a pressure hold first, then cuffed her. But it wasn't just procedure I was disobeying; I couldn't help but feel like I had been on the wrong side of this from the beginning.

?What if neither of us went?? I asked.


?Where I'm supposed to arrest you. What if we don't go?? She was confused. ?Say we don't go to this 'Evergreen Terrace' and we go someplace else. Like where your friends are hiding. And warn them.?

?It's too late,? she said sullenly, though I could tell from her eyes that that had been her plan all along.

I smiled at her na´vetÚ. ?Despite what people on the force might say, gender crime is still a small potato thing. I know for a fact there was an armed robbery that basically stole the gender crime arrest's thunder. All of the officers we had allocated got pulled into that response. There's a good chance your friends are still okay.?

Her eyes lit up, and she reached for her phone. I stopped her from dialing. ?Tech will have cut most of the phones remotely; the ones they left open will be monitored. And if the techs suspect the raid's been blown, they'll send in SWAT. And trust me, you don't want to see those bastards in action.?

?I have;? she said. ?I lived in the Old Maid.?

?Christ. I didn't think there were any survivors.?

?There was at least the one,? Lisa said. ?But why are you helping us??

?Because I'm a man?? I asked. ?This isn?t a gender issue. It?s about how you?re supposed to treat people. It?s about what?s right.?

?That?s what a lot of men say,? she said, bitterly.

?But they mean something else entirely. I?m not saying there aren?t moral implications; I don?t like abortion, but I can?t imagine anybody who does. And I like the concept of forcing women to do what I say with their bodies and their lives a whole lot less. But you?re right. This isn?t my fight. Not really. I?m a tourist, here, in something that affects each and every one of you, daily. I've put my career, and, and maybe my life, on the line, but we aren't in the same boat, no matter how long I might try to doggy paddle beside it. Because the truth is I can blend back into the crowd of men, just by walking away. It?s not like you can leave your uterus hanging on the coat rack before you step outside.?

?But I want to help. Right now. There might still be time to help your friends. And if there isn't... I can play it off as me just bringing you by to see if we could help. You don't even have to tell me where they are- I'm not even really asking you to trust me, yet.?

?Okay,? she said.

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