Chapter 11: Rock and a Hard Place
Detective Samson propped himself on the corner of my desk. "Hey, do you want to throw back a few beers after shift?"
"You know, I can't. I'm meeting Officer Fenley and another friend for a bit of sparring later."
"Sparring, huh? I could spar with you," he oozed, suggestively. My stomach churned.
"No, that's alright. Thank you for the offer, though." I huddled back over my case file.
Detective Samson persisted. "What is up with you and Fenley? Are you two a thing?"
"No. We're just friends."
"Well, then, who ARE you seeing?"
"No one. If I was, it wouldn't be any of your business." I was starting to get irritated.
"Are you gay?"
"Take your misogynistic, bigoted bullcrap somewhere else!" I shoved my case file closed, stood up, and marched straight to Chief Holland's office.
Chief Holland looked up from a report he was writing, startled. Detective Samson entered on my heels and closed the door. His presence was not going to stop me from reporting him.
"Sir, I'm tired of this man coming onto me every chance he gets. I have made it clear that I have no romantic interest in him, but still he pursues me. I need you to do something about it, sir."
Flustered, Chief Holland stammered, "Detective…Detective Samson…I need you to step out so I can talk to Detective Harper…"
"I'm not going anywhere. You think you're going to file a sexual harassment complaint against me, but you're not."
"Excuse me??" I exclaimed. "Yes, I am! Your behavior is repulsive! I cannot work around you!"
"But you won't." He lowered his voice. "Unless you want the world to know that you covered up three murders here."
I froze with shock. Chief Holland's face dropped.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I knew there was something fishy about that whole thing." He laughed. "So, here's what's going to happen…you're not going to HR and I'm not going anywhere. Also, you're going to go on a date with me Friday night."
"What? No!"
"Then I can call Channel 17 and let them know I have a juicy story for them!"
I pleaded wordlessly with Chief Holland. He gave me a defeated shake of his head. "Fuck," I swore. Everything just keeps getting better, I thought bitterly.
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I felt the familiar 'snap' as Michael jumped into my mind.
Hey, what's going on? Why are you so angry?
I allowed him to view the memory of my confrontation with Detective Samson. I felt Michael's rage well up. "Maybe we should go to the gym and take it out on a punching bag?" I said aloud.
Oh, I want to take it out on a punching bag. That punching bag should be Detective Samson.
"I know. Me too. But that won't solve any of our problems."
So, what are we going to do about it?
"I guess I've got a date Friday." I felt his disgust, and I was sure he felt mine. If there was a way out of this situation, I could not see it.
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Detective Samson already had a table set up for us. He smiled greedily as I approached and sat down across the table from him.
"Ah, that dress is quite fetching on you, Jasmine. I can call you Jasmine, right?"
"I'm not sure. What are the parameters of this 'date'?" I asked dryly.
"'Parameters'? Why do you talk like that?" He took a sip of water. "Are you secretly a robot?"
My eyes narrowed. "No. Look, I'm just doing this because you have given me no choice. I wouldn't date you if you were the last man on the planet. You can call me whatever you want, but when this 'date' is over, I'm done."
"Ohhh. That's how you think this works?" he laughed. "Nonono. If I want you to go home with me tonight, you're going home with me. If I want a second, or third, or fourth date…you're going out with me. Otherwise, your chief can kiss his sweet job goodbye."
I stared in horror at the man across from me. This man is evil, I thought. I started imagining all of the things he might have planned for me. Dread welled up inside. How do I get out of this one?
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After dinner, Detective Samson fiddled with his keys as he led me to his car. With every step, I felt this sense of impending doom. I wished I had asked Barry to stake us out, but I had not thought the dinner with Detective Samson was going to get so intense. "Ah, yes, here we are!"
We were standing beside his cherry red Chevelle. As much as I loved this particular car, I did not want to get in it with Samson. "C'mon, get in," he urged. "I live right around the corner." Reluctantly, I obliged.
His house was a small, one bedroom cottage. Once inside, I excused myself to the bathroom. I was surprised and disappointed that he did not have a mirror in his bathroom. So much for that idea.
Samson knocked on the door and then walked right on in. I was sitting on the toilet, urinating. "Um, excuse me?"
"I was just checking to see if you were trying to slip out or something."
"Well, I'm not. I'll be out in a minute." I wished I was slipping out through that tiny frosted window.
When I came out of the bathroom, he had two glasses of wine and a deck of cards waiting on the coffee table. "I just want to play one game, and then I'll take you home." Well, that's not SO terrible, I thought.
I sat down and he started dealing the cards for rummy. "Look," he said. "I'm sorry that I've given you the wrong impression. I don't…I'm not very good with women. I tend to be too pushy. But I really like you. I just wanted a chance to spend some time with you, outside of work."
"It's not that I'm not interested in you…I mean…I'm NOT interested in you…but I'm not interested in ANYONE. I've got too much going on to be interested in anyone." I looked down at my cards and took a sip of wine. I had only drank water at the restaurant, so I figured a few sips of wine wouldn't hurt. I'd still be sober enough to drive home safely.
"Oh, okay. Well, when do you think you'll be ready to start dating?"
"Um, I don't know. It's not something I'm planning." I drew a card from the stack and laid another in the discard pile. Then, I took a gulp of wine, out of anxiety.
"Well, I can wait." I wanted to emphasize that I was not interested in him. Instead, I just focused on playing the game so that I could leave.
After a couple of turns, I realized that I had polished off the glass of wine. Oops, I had not been planning on drinking all of it, just a few sips. I also realized that I felt unusually warm. "Um, I think I need to go home," I said, somewhat alarmed. I started to stand, and he jumped up to grab me by the shoulders.
"Oh, woah…you shouldn't try to stand right now." He wrapped his arm around me and guided me to his couch. I slouched into him as dizziness washed over me.
"What the fuck…did you…? I slid into a blissful black abyss.