Night Closes In

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Billy Boy

“ Every one of those gals wanted it. It just took a while to get them to admit it.”

Bill Williams was sitting at the visitor’s table when I came in. Ordinarily it would be a lawyer or family member sitting in the straight backed chair across from him. Today It would be me.

He was dressed in an orange jumpsuit and cheap canvas loafers. It was difficult to imagine him in a uniform. Now that he had allowed his hair and beard to grow. He looked more like a derelict who had been picked up for vagrancy, but he had been a respected police Sergeant once. It seemed almost as though the smiling clean -cut spit and polish facade he had displayed in the photos taken before his arrest had been nothing more than a disguise, and now he was able to return to his true form.

“I was a turnkey at the City jail, in charge of both sections, the men’s and the women’s cell blocks. I was surprised they even let me have a job like that. I had been involved in a few scrapes with the law myself, back in my juvenile days, but nothing that showed up at the felony conviction level. I guess the Mayor had a bunch of block grant money to spend and the voters were hollering for more cops, so they weren’t being real fussy about resumes at the time that they hired me.

In that precinct the male prisoners were mainly drunks sleeping it off or street dealers who were just waiting to get to court so they could post bond. They weren’t much trouble generally, so I had extra time on my hands. The women were mainly working girls or drug mules. I had an arrangement going with the ladies. They would trade me s*x for things that they needed. A BJ would get a gal extra phone privileges or clean bedding. A quick roll on the cot would get them Chinese take-out from down on the corner, instead of the usual slop from the jail kitchen. New gals learned the score from the regulars and were generally okay with it.

So one night some gal got scraped off of a barroom floor and dumped in a holding cell. I figured it was just another stoned hooker. She sure looked the part, but it’s hard to tell these days. I learned that the hard way.

She was out cold, and a lot hotter than the usual street workers are, so I’m thinking she’s maybe one step classier, operates out of a house someplace, and screens her clients. What the hell, I thought, might as well unwrap this little package and see what she had to offer. I had her stripped down to nothing but her socks before she started waking up and asking me just what the hell I thought I was doing. I told her I was just shopping for a little p***y, no big deal. She went nuts then, hammering on my chest with her fists like she thought it could actually hurt me or something. I just laughed and gave her the back of my hand.

Seeing her down on the floor almost naked and whimpering had me stone hard in a second, so I unlimbered the old one eyed monster lizard and told her to open her mouth and get busy.

Instead she started screaming loud enough to be heard all the way down to the dispatcher’s office, maybe even outside. It turned out later that she was some rich b***h college feminist with a lawyer for a Daddy. They brought a civil suit against the City, which got settled out of court, but cost me the turnkey position. As I was leaving the courthouse at the end of all this, a prosecutor from a neighboring County, Springdale, came up to me and invited me to come and talk with Judge Mather. I figured this meant I was about to get hit with criminal charges on top of all the rest, but I went quietly and made sure I had my lawyer’s number with me.

My jaw about hit the floor when Judge Mather offered me a job. At the time I thought it was probably the luckiest day of my life. Looking back, I realize it was the worst.”