Chapter 33: Dog fur Case I
A month ago.
July 2012, Jackson Detectives
Levi sat at his table, legs crossed holding a Monte Carlo No. 3 between his thumb and fingers. He took a long hard draw on the cigar, taking note of its flavor, smoked wood, the bitter tanginess of the mocha coffee beans mixed with the medium tobacco taste. It was euphoric.
The nicotine patch hadn’t been working well for him, his mood had been sour and he needed something to keep the edge off. So, he had been smoking Anna’s ’gift’, a box of Cuban cigars in premium quality. This gift he reckons will cost him in the future. His sister knew exactly how to get men to do her bidding.
Across him sat a client named Otis Dixon. He was an old bearded man, and in Levi’s opinion lacked the proper grooming required to keep a person from looking like your common homeless person. Levi scanned him, his clothes say he was a worker, he had arms that were used to carrying heavy things, but his nails were clean so it wasn’t anything related to construction or farming. And even though his clothes were old, it was well kept, freshly washed and ironed. A few holes were stitched close and he knew he was most likely married, also evident by the ring around his finger. He reckons his wife did his laundry, ironed, and stitched his clothes for him. Probably old fashioned.
Sat beside Levi was Marco, listening to the same man explaining his situation.
Otis explains that he has a family store in Kent and that for the past 6 months there have been a few break-ins. The first time it happened, they decided to install new security cameras because the previous ones were outdated.
To their surprise, another break-in happened again 2 weeks after. Cash inside their hidden Safe that was bolted on the wall, beneath the counter was taken. Which they found odd, because only he and his wife, and the staff were the only ones who knew of the hidden Safes location. In addition, the newly installed security cameras caught nothing, it’s as if the suspect knew exactly where the cameras blindspot were.
But his concern grew even greater with the most recent break-in a week ago, and that is why he had decided to ask for professional help without anyone’s knowledge, not even his wife. For he had a suspicion it was someone he knew and trusted, probably one of his crew.
Otis Dixon rubbed his hands together in uneasiness, he had worked with his staff for years. So, it was a surprise for him that this incident happened suddenly. He wanted to be certain.