Read Lemons 02 A Touch of Danger for Free Online

remember it? It starred that blonde guy…from that movie…and some TV show, and Los Polos Hermanos from Breaking Bad…No?
    Anyway, sorry, the cops pull to the side of the motel and I invite them in to Elise’s room so we can keep an eye on the kids and be out of sight in case Suit Man walks by.
    I explain to the officers exactly what I saw and how I think it was the owner of the first big house, judging by where they were standing, right next to the stairs built along the cliff, leading down from that house. Also, I couldn’t see any other way to get to where they were, and that house was the only one with lights on inside, so…
    After I told them that, both officers gave a nervous look to each other.
    The one who drove says that maybe we should continue this downtown.
    “What the hell for?” I ask.
    “Do you know who lives in that house?
    8.
    As much as I did not want to, we packed the kids in Elise’s car and followed the police cruiser into Pismo, to the station.
    The police station blended in well with the rest of the small town. It’s a good thing I was following the coppers or I doubt I would have been able to find it.
    The two officers had kept us completely in the dark about who lived there or why it was even an issue. It seemed to me that a murder was a little more important than whoever the hell lived in that goddamn house. But, I guess I was wrong. Shocking.
    We were instructed to wait in the waiting room and someone would be out shortly. We did as we were told but I could tell we were going to have a hard time with the kids. They’re in a police station, the last thing they want to do it sit quietly. We were going to need to figure out what to do with them to keep them occupied.
    Fortunately, we didn’t have to wait long. A man in a suit and tie, with a badge hanging off his belt came out and called us back into his office. We entered into the room and he closed the door behind us.
    “Please,” he said, “have a seat.”
    Elise and I each took one of the seats, Elliot sat on her lap, and Eric sat at my feet while we introduced ourselves. On the way into the office, I offered them a quick bribe for them to be quiet. It seemed to be working.
    The office smelled of incense for some reason. The man who took a seat behind the desk didn’t seem to be of the incense-burning, hippie type, but I guess sometimes appearances can be deceiving. The smell was putrid and allowed me to chalk up yet another reason for my dislike towards hippies. Yes, I am well aware that I believe in pretty much the same thing that most hippies do, peace and love and all the crap, hell, I don’t even eat meat and I’ve never voted republican, but goddamn, I do have an extreme appreciation for soap, clean clothes and shoes. Call me crazy.
    Anyway, the man cleared his throat and started to speak.
    “My name is Steve Gibson and I am the captain of this police department. My boys out there, Steve Wilson and Steve Coretto, there, tell me you all witnessed a murder?”
    Seriously, what is that smell?
    “Actually,” I said, “it was just me who witnessed it. I couldn’t sleep due to this amazing channel you guys get down here. RTV? Have you heard of it?”
    “Get to the point, Mr. Lemons.”
    “That was my point. But, I will now recount the incident I witnessed one more time.”
    I went on to tell him the whole story of what happened. He seemed mildly interested until he interrupted me.
    “Let me stop you right there, Mr. Lemons. Do you know who lives in that house?”
    “What the fuck does it matter who lives in the fucking house?!” I yell.
    Eric quickly interrupts with his own yelling, “MOMMMM!!!”
    “Archie,” Elise tells me as she shoots me another dirty look, “watch the language.”
    “I’m sorry, but I witnessed a murder and everyone seems to care about who lives there. I don’t understand why it even matters! I saw a woman get murdered!” I gave my pockets a pat hopefully that my pills would magically appear