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Tender Strands
Tender Strands

Season 1, Episode · 2 months ago

TS CH21 Primitive

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Tender strands by Martin Dempse, ChapterTwenty one, primitive. Mr Cavil. The voice was deep, Male inauthoritative. Cavil looked up because at the back of the shop for rummaging aroundin and tied in the first eight station. It was late and coverled work thenight shift. It had been several days since Juda's death. He wasfunny. It hard to go near the pits lift. I've often cavil thetwo visitors and them. The building was currently empty. The four drivers whoare working that night. We're all out. It's who strangers who'd enter the shopand as had taken care to have a little slowly and quietly, avoidingthe automatic curtsy alarm which was with the sound. The man who addressed himwas of average height, with widely spaced liquid eyes, a slight hunch andwore a beige raincoat over an office shirt and loud soup pants. The womanbehind him wore a black and gray pinstriped...

...dress and black heels. From momentcavil had a register. The man was holding a badge up. I'm Smith. This is my associate clerk. Please may I trouble you for some ofyour time? It's in regard to a number of deaths that have occurred individualswhich we have reason to believe may have had dealings with this your cab company. I would very much like to ask you some questions. Oh, ofcourse we can talk in my office is in the back. Couple stood up. Remember the first aid box, stooped close it and put it back onthe wall and then turned. You like to follow me? My associate willstay in the main building, if that's okay. Smith turned and made eyecoon too, of Clark, and she nodded, a short nod, ofcourse. But if you like a drink...

...of some kind, there's coffee nearthe entrance desk and a hot water canteen for the drivers and customers, butyou're welcome to help yourself. Couple's voice trailed off. Damn, we canremember if you've been stewing it out here. Before he got out in there headto check the fire extinguishers were still sound and if the first aid boxesneeded topping up. He didn't wish over to check that wasn't exactly illegal,but when the exactly legal eiver. And then last you needed was a nightin a cell with the duty officer. Thought it over. Thank you.Yes, I will, lady smile at him. She turned her head aroundto she located the drink station. Headed over to it. Cattle fought backthe edge to recreush. And you have coffee anymore? The teapot the backroom. Smith said pointedly, yes, it's way. CAVIL forced himself towalk towards the office without checking to see what the woman was up to.She'd have coffee, you, reassured himself. All cops like coffee. As hegot to the door of his office, a second wave of concern watched overhim. It wasn't unusual for one...

...or more of than to be inhis office, especially at night, especially if he'd been imbibing. It seemslike the smell on the taste, you expected that, like the vibe hegave off while Hil on Lao and or tennis. In a stroke of whathe felt was subtle and low level genius, Cavill held let his hand slip offthe door handle about telling it fully his foot to kick the panel ofthe door. Oh sorry, cavil half turned to Smith and added, throughthe forced smile, in a two loud and force voice, you'd think I'dhave something to hide. Smithson was Hay as he noticed a slight pause beforethe word hide and the over emphasis and increases volume of the of the wordand at the same time couldn't quite believe that somebody would be so blatantly ineffectualand transparent. Several clues then quickly come of for Smith. The trembling hands, the white people's overworking facial muscles. This man was on something. Cavilslowly, too slowly, open the door to his office and darted his headaround, checking the floor, walls or ceiling. Smith COOLIA praised the backof CAVIL's hair barm as it swiveled right,...

...left, right and up and down, darted forward and tucked back. Smith settled on the conclusion that Cavilwas currently high and quite possibly tripping. CAVAL exiled. His shoulders dropped andhe swung the door wide open and stepped to the side. Smith followed him. The room was larger than the small amount of furniture require. A ratherlarge wooden desk and extremely well stuffed and very comfort of the office chair,to filing cabinets and a large white board took up the center of the room. In one side of the room an area was devoted to a bamboo yogamat with phone blocks, bands and cushions. The opposite side a large bean bagand a small table of a collection of pipes, lighters rolling paper,all under a heat large stream catcher came across the room and side down theoffice chair, sinking into it, leaning back slightly, supported by the chairssprung tilt back, Smith stood waiting, refusing to be awkward. Realization dawnand caval's facing sponge to his feet. Oh, I can grab a chairfrom the entrance. No, that's fine,...

...you sit down, I'm happy standing. Smith paused with the aim of letting caval realize that this was theintentional power move, and Cavil an underwittingly gifted Smith out of the authoritative positionin the conversation, hopefully dispelling any psychological benefits of being on his own groundand being seated by a large desk that might have granted. CAVIL nodded andsank back down. I'd like to ask you about the arrange months your drivershave with your business. Firstly, if I may. Yes, of course, calvil's face compose itself in a look of frown and concern and he satforward hands dropping the tops of his thighs. They're all contractors. They are.Basically, they higher the cabs from me. I ensure the upkeeper thecabs and keep them in playing gas covered, the insurance and all that. Theysound a contract accepting a level of a liability from the excellence and expectedto don the caps of the end of each shifting good order, keep themclean, that sort of thing. But...

...if they need something, as sometimescarry them over by them off the rent for a week or so, dothey pay back in a rears? Usually sometimes I weigh hours. So ifthey as a fourteen hours, if they do seven hours over night, I'llcount them as a double. Smith round. How does that help you? They'recontractors. Cavin nodded. It doesn't help me, but it keeps thecab company reality of reliable, a go to which helps the other drivers keepus any stream of work. Smith tried to examine the arrangement from a differentangles in his head, trying to see if they can be hidden motive andif a Cavil, but you can find one in x asked the question ofa genuine personal interest never being stiffed. Cavils face from a small style allthe time, basically every third or fourth driver and almost every single x driver. Smith nodded despite himself, if on himself liking the man. Do youkeep a close eye on how far they're driving and where? Yes, byGPS. Do You keep those records for...

...a while, usually for at leasta month. This is more for insurance purposes anything else, and to makesure that someone isn't just driving with a cab or in case of accidents emergencies, and that once or twice it's helped with people getting out of speeding accusationsor accusation liberally over charging someone by taking a long route. Before you ask, I'm not okay with just hanging over my day, whether you walk offwith one of my computers already of my eye drives, and I'm not okaywith you giving you a print out with the records or anything like that.Smith flicked up sharply. Oh why not? I don't need to ask that question. I will say that if you present me with a court order,actually I'll comply, and if you give me specific dates or a specific location, I'll be willing to check. If I deem it in the public interest, I have information over, but I won't expose any of my driver's personalinformation to you for the duration of their renting my taxi cabs. The theirown people. If they want to drive around for fun, visit their grandmother's, take a cruise loong the beach, they're perfectly entitled to do that andI won't risk exposing their private information about their wire belts to authorities, lessidem it for the public good or,...

...if I have to Smith, letterscience develop. CAVIL proved to be more assertive than he dispected and this wasa nightmare scenario for the dodgy drive hypothesis. And it was now come. Clarkand Smith at already discussed through discussed for the entire encounter, to authoritativeofficers turn up late at night, cornering him when they knew he was alone. One lurking in the background the stars, yesk approach. This was exactly whathe was intended to avoid. If cavil was being truthful and his driversUN rental the cabs, it also proved bad news for the cavil the cartelkingpin hypothesis. You would be far harder to use the garage as a moneyundering the front and his drivers far less likely to be acting as dealers ordelivery men, giving their effectively paying to be in on the any potential scam. The direct challenge to the Authority Smith represented, however, couldn't go withoutpushback. If your confidence the you and your drivers had nothing to hide,Mir cavill, you shouldn't have any qualms...

...about allowing law enforcement to look overyour records in the worst case scenario, and if one of your drivers orsomeone they know is, how involved in it. Says were investigating. Itsimperative that we find out as soon as possible, not just for the safetyof the general public. Before your other drivers and even yourself, Smith,didn't hold much hope for the implied threat. The carols a will a well being. The Smith felt the suggestion that his drivers would be at risk.My hit home and that would be a catastrap of you, which is whyI'm willing to help on my terms and in my way, until I'm compelledto see my autonomy to accord of law. Smith, noticed the cavil spoke likean educated man. His words didn't come across an affectation, nor didit match the pattern of sovereign citizen or libertarian rhetoric. Cow will seemed familiarwith the technicalages of legal obligations and once again Smith pondered if he might havemore experience in or he's prepared himself for dealing with the hortors. I seeI'll need to look into a ten year...

...court order, but in theory Ican see a world in which we would be prepared to provide you of alist of names, dates and locations of instances we fear maybe linked in someway with customers of your taxi cabs, if you'd be willing to accept responsibilitynot sharing that information of anyone, anyone at all, under paying a potentialarrest which jeopardizing investigation. If anyone that information, when it's handled without bea way and we should feel like you could assist us. There was apause. Smith flipped up from his note pad again. Cowol's eyes were wide, looking fixed just above Smith's head. Call stand seemed to notice Smith hadlooked up and he could he said, yes, yes, I think so. The office door behind Smith was slowly swinging shot so see who was looking. With her briskly thick black body pressed against it, spinners flexing, herface leering, and it's ever ending, never ending, endless screen. Cowl'sblood rain cold and he immediately feared for...

...the officer safety. Then another thoughtquietly into his mind. Two of them, six of us. Would you beable to give me some more contact details as soon as I have confirmedwith my higher up that I'm able to contact you immediately and tell you howwe plan to proceed? Cavil seem to refocus his eyes a second time.Yes is of course. Let me just grab my phone. Carol reached forthe Desk Straw to his right and opened it. From Smith's point of view, cavill suddenly pause and look frozen in place, before closing the drawer veryslowly and whispering something to himself. From Cabal's point of view, he wasstarting to find insect called up inside the drawer. The rhythmic rising and fallingup a thorax stopped and she raised her doll like face to Murmur. Ashe slowly closed the door, camel's eyes lifted to just behind Smith's head andthen back to meet his eyes. I...

...have a card I forgot. cavalreached across to open the drawing his left and, as he did so againof almost comic careful this, he held out he had with the office door. And there it is, cavil said with what seemed like undue relief,as he drew a beige rectangle with printy details and passage across through the askedthe Smith one more thing, just quickly, if I may. Smith said achanging his tone to sound light and airy. Cavil races eyebrows. Wechecked in the history of the CAP. Just standard procedure. You understand,it's all a public records, so no need for any authorities on that.You paid for the least out right and for the renovations. No loans,nothing. Not many people can lay their hands on close to a hundred thousandlike that. CAVILL nodded. It's a bit of an embarrassment, to behonest. Have you heard the name Alan Chrun, Baron Marn Cron Smith Moldfor a few moments? Oh Yeah,...

...there was a movie, wasn't that? Cavil not at again this time of a slightly rueful expression. One ofmy relatives going away back was kind of the offer of the stories. Itwas made into a movie. Eventually my family gets a cut from all thepublishing. Were jewels in the Ip when they made the film. They alsoinherited a good deal from an uncle. In my twenty S, I wasn'tdoing anything with the size buying records. It was good the film. Imean weird and creepy, but good. I haven't seen to be honest.I read the stories when I was a kid, but I've always kind ofwanted not to be over shadowed the to have someone else's stories constantly bussing intomine, so to speak. Cavil noddered along to his own statement. Hislips pursed Barron melonkoin's narrative of his marvelous tales and a description of a timehe visited Mars. Of course, such...

...a feat is literally impossible, soas forced to acquire the assistance of equally impossible entities, the delightful man sizemops which fly to and from the great bear, presumably attracted by the lightof our son, in the manner by which they are smaller brethren are towill bedside candles. So delighted with my natural eloquence and wealth of them usinganecdotes were they they offered to take my very brain matter from me as asource of experimentation. HMM. Deeply flattered though I was, I instead offeredup the matter of my trusted life long but les segment, the man wholiterally raised me, as my father and mother both dialer plague when I wasbut a muling infant. Once they can had been popped, so to speak, off we went, Sigmund Happy Smug, snug as a bug and silent inhis new home, and me and my new friends marveling at the starsas they slid below our helm.

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