Unstoppable by Scott Hildreth Page B

with a three piece before he knew it. Think you can get him to give me an autograph?” Stone asked.
    “I can have him come up here in ten minutes and sign the hood of your goddamned car if you’ll have Parker take this cuff of my wrist,” I laughed.
    “God damn it Parker. Get the cuffs off of him,” Stone demanded.
    “Probably good thing your girl here called 911. You’d have beaten that guy to death if we hadn’t showed up, huh?” he asked.
    And now it all began to make sense. Liv called the cops from the car while I was talking to shit-for-brains. Frantic, she probably explained the there was a guy with a gun, something about a tattooed bald guy, and a carjacking. In perfect cop fashion, the police came screaming onto the scene to the rescue. I hate cops.
    “That’d be my guess, yeah,” I agreed as Parker took off the cuffs.
    “So, I’m going to need to fill out a report and get statements. We’ll take him to the station. I can get most of the information here, but you’ll need to stop at the station and fill out a report of everything that happened here tonight. Hell, maybe even tomorrow would be fine,” Stone said flatly as he motioned toward the shit-head thief.
    “And if I get Dekk to sign the hood of your cruiser, you’ll forget the assault?” I chuckled.
    “Assault? What assault ?” Stone said.
    “He hit me. And kicked my face,” the shit-head said.
    I turned and looked at Stone. Stone nodded his head sharply toward shit-head and smiled.
    Parker looked at me. I smiled. Kleitz looked at me and smiled. I smiled in return.
    Kleitz let go of the thief and stepped aside.
    The thief looked at me.
    I smiled.
    He didn’t.
    And I did what Mike Ripton does best. Well, short of fucking bitches.
    I knocked that motherfucker out.
    Cold.

 
    VEE. “Conley versus Gibson is clear in that respect, your honor,” I paused, waiting for a response that didn’t come.
    “ You seem to have all the answers. You’re just like your father ,” he sighed.
    “I don’t ever have all of the answers, your honor. I do, from time to time, have the right answers. Specifically, I’ll file a motion 12 (b) (6) in accordance with the Federal Rules of Criminal Procedure in anticipation of a dismissal,” I spoke in a clear and concise manner.
    I hesitated and waited for his verbal confirmation. A heavy sigh through the speaker of my desk phone signified his prolonged response was exactly what I had hoped for. I pressed my hands together and waited to hear him say it.
    “ File the motion, counsel. You are correct. It appears the plaintiff did not state a claim for which relief can be granted. Is that all, Vivian?” his voice faded as I heard papers shuffling over the phone.
    “Yes, your honor,” I responded.
    “ Advise your father I asked of his welfare, will you ?” his voice became more distant.
    “Yes, your honor,” I responded as I clenched my hands into fists and shook them in the air.
    And, as the honorable Judge Black often did, he hung up the phone. No forewarning, no goodbye, just a disappearance. After a few long seconds, my phone went to the default beeping sound. I picked the receiver up and placed it back into the cradle, silencing the beep.
    “You know you can just push the button. The one on the bottom, below the extensions,” Tonia reminded me.
    “I realize that. Picking it up and placing it back into the receiver is more satisfying,” I smiled and stood from my chair.
    “Sooo,” she waited, leaning on the door jamb waiting for validation of what she already knew.
    “So. I need to file a twelve-b-six on the Wilson case. It appears counsel for the plaintiff had very little attention to detail,” I said as I walked her direction.
    “You want me to…” she began.
    “Tonia, I want you to do what I pay you to do. Pull a fucking motion. Fill the damned thing out. Include all of Wilson’s information, no differently than the last one hundred and who knows how many motions you have filed. Send it