Them movin’ in from the city… it’s poisoning our town.
Jonathan squints his eyes, as to hear the feed better. One of the police officers compliments the chief on his piece, whatever that might mean, and then asks if it’s a six-shooter.
“Oh my God…” Jonathan Knox might not know what a piece is, but he sure knows what a six-shooter is. It’s a gun. “Oh my God! ”
In a flurried scramble Jonathan scoots back from his desk, ripping the headphones out of his earholes in the process.
He bends over, puts the headphones back in, stands up, and braces himself with two palms flat on his desk. The conversation being conducted in the Wuester chief of police’s basement continues on slowly; Chief Maxwell has something he needs to share with the officers, but he doesn’t know if he can trust them. A couple of them try to convince him, fine, but he’s not… oh, now he’s walking, he’s… ‘Oh my God.’
Chief Maxwell is going to kill one of them.
He knew it, Jonathan just knew it, that Maxwell is no good. He could smell it on him from the very beginning, could hear it in his voice, see it in the way the spittle flew relentlessly from his lips when he flapped ‘em during his Poor Me, My Wife Left and Took the Kid lecture he forced Jonathan to listen to on the taxpayer’s dime. Killing cops is fine, let ‘em all die, but for a chief to gun down one of his own… there’s something wrong with that. Something twisted, something… something evil. Something evil and dark. Something that must be brought to light.
“No,” Jonathan mumbles to himself as he waves one hand behind him in search of the cushioned chair. “No, I’m only listening at this point. He might not… he could be bluffing.”
From the way the bugs are making it sound, it’s pretty obvious Officer Asshole isn’t bluffing.
“Still… even if I was going to stop them, I don’t… how would I do it?”
Just then, Chief Daniel Maxwell unknowingly says There’s only one way to know if I can trust you directly into Jonathan’s ears. Jonathan stands up straight to let his arms dangle limply at his sides, as though they were powerless to do anything else. There’s only one way.
Jonathan Knox pulls the headphones out of his ears and lets them drop.
“There’s only one way.”
He presses the spacebar, setting DoorKnox to record the rest of the dirty cops’ secret meeting as evidence – evidence that will never leave the desktop in Jonathan’s basement. Already powered on and running DoorKnox, Jonathan takes his laptop under one arm, headphones plugged in as to uninterrupt his listening, and heads up to his garage to load his smart car.
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