Posted by: jockmackenzie | April 30, 2009

“Dealing with Dymans” – Chapter 7, Part 2

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Staff Sergeant Steve Malloy was often off on weekends and luckily was again. Jim and Jack settled into opposite chairs in the private office. Jack gave Jim the whole story, from first being annoyed at being overcharged for a mere watch battery, to discovering how widely disliked Dougie Dymans was, to the more serious concerns expressed by Sidney – especially the unsubstantiated belief that Dymans was someone to fear. He knew that divulging his sign shenanigans might draw some flack but he needed to give Jim the straight goods. To his surprise, Jim didn’t over react at his act of vigilante vandalism. He certainly had some concerns and expressed them directly but he let Jack finish, and then, in a very serious tone said, “I’m glad you came to see me. By telling me all of this, I assume the favor you want is for me to tell you about the ‘fear.’ We’ve known each other a long time, and you’ve always been up front with me. Not just up front but totally honest, like you were just now. Lotsa guys would’ve danced around the sign thing or would’ve conveniently forgotten to mention it.

“As they say on the news, Douglas Dymans is known to the police. I’m gonna tell you some stuff that needs to stay between you and me. I know I can trust you to keep this confidential.

“Most citizens live in a completely different space than the sewer that criminals inhabit. You’re not most citizens, and I know you well enough to believe you can still handle a walk on the wild side. If I’m wrong, tell me now. Before you answer, consider this – the door I’m gonna open slams shut damn fast. Once you step through, you’re back in hostile territory, a place you walked away from once. Should I continue?”

Jakob Cornelius Schmidt had heard the same sad joke too many times: You don’t know Jack Schmidt. But he did know Jack Schmidt. He knew that life was too short to let other people worry about the Dougie Dymans of this world. He was ready for whatever lay ahead and he said so. “Go ahead, Jim. Shoot.” And shoot Big Jim Spady did.

“This is what I . . . we . . . know. I’m not gonna go back to his childhood other than to tell you he was a bad seed from as far back as anyone can remember. His first official appearance on the radar was some juvie stuff – some B & E’s, possession of stolen property, common assault. Thanks to our wonderful justice system, all he got was a slap on the wrist. His name was never released so the average Joe on the street would never have heard of him. But we knew him – and we were puzzled. Why would the son of a prominent local businessman be mixed up in crap like that? As one might expect, things got worse – or we suspected they did but we couldn’t prove anything. Not only is this slime ball a criminal, he’s one pretty sharp cookie. After he turned 18, we were almost certain we had him on a coupla things but he was like smoke – you could see him, sure as hell smell him, but you couldn’t grab him.

“Most kids graduate high school at 17; Dymans was at least 18, maybe 19. He took off for a coupla years and we were too busy to try to track him down or ask some other force to keep an eye on him. He came back, got taken into Daddy’s shop, and started to play the upstanding citizen role.

“I say ‘play’ because it wasn’t long before he was really pissing off some of the old guard. It took a few years before he had any real clout, had to learn the ropes a bit at first, but he was really the same sleazebag, low-life as before. Sure, he wore a jacket and tie, drove a Mommy-bought Jag, joined the right service club and all, but he discovered he was sittin’ pretty and he took full advantage.


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