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he’d been turned down by girls before, many times before.   It was no big deal to him.   And whenever it happened he would forget the
girl who turned him down, and pick up another one.
    But
for some reason that turn down, by that girl, bothered him.   He didn’t want to forget   her.   He didn’t want somebody else. He wanted her.   And as he stared at her as she took more
orders and delivered more food to various tables, he wondered why did her
turndown bother him so, and why did he want her above anybody else.   She wasn’t the only fish in the sea.   Hell, there were more fish than he could ever
attempt to catch in Jericho.   But there
was something about her that made him want to keep at it.   She tugged at his heart.   It shouldn’t be possible.   He didn’t know that girl and the only reason
he wanted her was a sexual one.   But that
odd feeling was there too.
    “Brent?   Brent?   Brenton!”
    Brent
finally realized somebody was standing on the sidewalk attempting to get his
attention.   He turned to the sound.   To his surprise, it was Kerstin.   He didn’t realize she had come out of the
café.
    “Didn’t
you hear me?” She had a disgusted look on her pretty face.
    Brent’s
look toward her wasn’t loving either.   “If I would have heard you I would have said something.   What do you want?”
    Tony
came out of the café too.   “Hey, Kerse,”
he said, as he began walking toward Brent.
    But
Kerstin ignored Tony’s greeting.   She
only had eyes for Brent.   “What was that
about?” she asked him.
    “What
was what about?”
    “You
flirting with that waitress.”   She folded
her arms.   “What was that about?”
    Brent
frowned.   “That’s none of your
business.   That’s what it was about.   None of your business.”
    “Are
you fucking her?”
    Tony
playfully placed his hand on his heart.   “The language!” he admonished.
    But
Brent didn’t find it playful, nor serious.    He found it annoying.   “Go back
inside with your flunkies, Kerstin,” he said.
    “You
can do way better than her,” Kerstin insisted.
    “Yeah,
sure,” Brent said dismissively.   “Go back
inside.”
    Kerstin
fumed as she looked at him.   But she went
back inside.
    “Even
after you dump’em,” Tony said, “they still obey you.”   Tony shook his head.   “Must be nice, big brother.   Must be nice!”
    But
Brent couldn’t bask in the niceness.   He
received a call from his partner.   They
had a tip, and it was all going down this afternoon.

 
    The
drug dealing thugs scattered like roaches as soon as the patrol cars pulled in
behind the warehouse.   Sarge, as Brent’s
men colleagues called him, was the first to jump out of the lead car and, along
with his partner Marty Martin, ran for the two men they believed to be the
ringleaders.   The other cops jumped from
their cars too and ran down the remaining criminals as if they were running
down dogs.   They had gotten a tip from a
local informant and had the element of surprise on their side when they busted
up what was supposed to be a major drug ring by a dealer brand new to the
Jericho market.
    Although
both of the supposed ringleaders cleared the high fence and got away, despite
warning shots from Brent and Marty, Brent managed to see two other thugs run
into two of the elongated sheds on the property.   Brent motioned to Marty to go and search the
first one, and he headed for the second one.
    Brent
moved like a panther through the quiet, wet unit, moving around discarded old
clothes and furniture until he ended up at the back of the unit.   Around a nook was the only place the thug
could be hiding, and Brent was ready.   He
gun out and was already aiming when he waited two beats, and then hurried
around what was an old armoire.  
    “Police,
freeze!” he yelled as he aimed at the small figure huddled in the corner.   But when Brent saw that it wasn’t some drug
dealing thug, but was actually his brother