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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
Chapter 14:
Dupree got to his feet and Ellery waved him out the door before him. “Dupree what the fuck was that in there?”
“What, Chief?”
“That whole comment. About him statin his age an bein too young. That is real unprofessional.”
“Chief, yer the one who started the whole banter with him. Yesterday ya asked em if he thought I was queer for Chrissakes.”
“I was distractin em.”
“It wasn’t any more unprofessional than what I said.”
“Fine, Dupree.”
Dupree grinned slyly. “He makes ya nervous don’t he?”
“What are you talkin about?”
“The way he looks at ya.”
“He does have a rather bold eye, Dupree. Don’t say a word ta Ennis. I ain’t interested in no murder witness boy genius.”
“Uh huh, sure.”
“Shut up, Dupree. Now get somebody ta take em home, I got ta somehow get to the courthouse.”
mariez:
Hi, everyone! Yay - it's Friday!
Gosh, Leslie, please don't ever apologize! We really appreciate all you do. :)
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 02, 2007, 12:57:11 pm ---A brief aside...
As we can all see, Wes takes the issue of body armor very seriously. To get the men at the station to wear their body armor, Wes taped this picture up in the locker room:
He had a special picture for Ellery:
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That is freakin' hilarious! :laugh: Yeah, we wouldn't want Ellery getting nauseous looking at that "squishy" female!
Thanks!
Marie
mariez:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on February 02, 2007, 01:03:27 pm ---For Marie who loves minutia, find out how much Ellery actually weighs...chapter 13
Sevigny chuckled. “Well lemme see, yer what, six three? You got ta be... one sixty five.”
“With buckshot in my pockets. I never tipped the scales at one fifty, boy.”
“Damn,” Sevigny looked chagrined by his error.[/i]
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Ha ha! You know me so well! Yep, I zeroed in on that - that sure is one skiinny chief deputy!
From Chapter 15 - Wes is proud of his boy ...
“Yeah!” shouted an unfamiliar voice behind the other reports. “The former Assistant D.A. said your department promotes queers an perverts... what do you say to that Chief? Are you a queer an a pervert?”
“That would not be a pertinent question, sir. Hirin and promotional practices a the Sheriff’s department are in accordance with the Equal Opportunity Act a 1980, if you need the text it’s posted on the wall behind you.” Out of the corner of his eye, Ellery saw Wes smile. “If that is all, gentlemen, the Mayor of Laramie would like to address you all.”
“Chief Deputy...” came another call from the pack, but Ellery had stepped back, moving back next to Wes, who put a beefy hand on his shoulder.
“Good boy,” Wes said softly.
... and so are we. Nice job, Ellery.
But the nice daddy/son moment gets interrupted:
“Okay, what’s goin on here?” Wes said as he led the way back in.
“Someone’s got a shotgun an is shootin up the Red Stallion. Officer on patrol callin fer assistance.”
“Damn. Ennis still here?” Ellery asked.
Carol said “Yeah, like you said, they put em in Interview 1.”
“Keep Ennis here,” he said. Wes pointed rapidly at the available officers in the squad room, and they went to don their body armor. “Ellery, you are squad leader on this. Don’t stick yer neck out.”
Yikes!!!
A couple things I noticed . . . we get a peek at Dupree's funny/smartass side in these chapters. Lately, he's been through so much personal upheaval and recent bar activities have forced him into his serious bouncer role more and more often that he hasn't had the chance to show that side of himself as much. Hopefully, he'll begin to feel more comfortable and relaxed in his personal life and things will settle down a bit at the bar!
Thanks again for all the quotes!
Marie
MaineWriter:
Good morning re-readers!
Shelter From The Storm, chapters 16-20 today
http://louisev.livejournal.com/79403.html
I need to work and have to rush out in about 15 minutes, so I won't be able to post quotes until I get home, probably about 1 pm EST. So if anyone wants to fill in in the meantime, feel free!
Leslie
mariez:
Good Morning, all! I'd be happy to post some quotes, Leslie!
From Chapter 16, we see Ellery in his official capacity - and get a good insight as to why Wes promoted him:
“I think I know who it is. Shit. What gave rise ta all this... I can’t believe it....” he mumbled to himself. “You got a bullhorn in yer cruiser?”
“Yeah.”
Ellery opened the passenger’s door of Reynold’s cruiser and pulled the bullhorn out, pressing the transmitter. “Sammy Lang, that you in there? We got six guys with service revolvers aimed at the door a the bar, an unless you throw out that pump action you ain’t gonna get a shot off at any of us before you get a few drilled into you. Now if ya care about Leon, he is bein booked on assault, but if you shoot at any of us it’s gonna be a damned long time before you ever get ta see em again, an I don’t know that you want that.”
Ellery stopped speaking, listening closely. “You an yer sweetheart Ennis Del Mar can go fuck yerselves, Ellery!” came the furious reply from inside the bar. “We woulda beat that boy within an inch of his life, how do ya like that?”
“Yep, yer a real man, Sammy. But you don’t want ta die today an we ain’t got no choice if you don’t throw that shotgun out the door an raise em high. Right now we got ya on breakin an enterin an malicious destruction a private property. That is small potatoes, boy. You don’t want ta get in the big league a shootin a peace officer.”
“How do you know what I want? I would love ta get a piece out a yer skinny ass Ellery, you smug sumbitch.”
“Oh come on Sammy, you ain’t really gonna sign up for hard time just ta get a shot at me. You had a shot at Ennis, Leon gave em a real good shiner an he got knocked up real good. You’ll do two ta five an you and Leon can grow old together. But you start shootin an it is a whole nother story. Besides, I’m way too skinny for you to hit at this distance.”
“You ain’t gonna shoot me if I throw out?” came the question, and Ellery nodded slowly to Jones, who was crouched behind his cruiser opposite him. Jones scampered up against the side of the building, flattening himself against it, about twenty feet from the front door.
“Nobody’s gonna shoot. Just tell us when you’re tossin the weapon Lang. We can all go home safe an sound an you’ll be eatin cream corn an hamburgers in County.”
“Okay. Yer still a fuckin sumbitch Ellery. An so is Buttercup.” A movement at the door, and the shotgun clattered onto the sidewalk.
The dialogue here is priceless! Ellery handled that perfectly.
Marie
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