Hi, I'm Snazzy and I'm Trucker

Looks as if Barney has avoided a long stay at the Iron Bar no tell... Now if he can find the person doing these murders... Barney will need another trip to clear his head, so he can figure this out, and how he got into th middle of this thing...

 

Yep Rikdev, a clear head and a little luck might help, as Life Goes On.

Ed sat behind his desk, " Well Barney, that's the best I can do ! "

I paused, " Let me think on it and I'll let you know. "

Ed agreed, " Alright, let me know something soon. That dedicated run won't last long and if I were you, I'd jump on it ! "

So, I sashayed out and Dan gave me a ride home. He had Ol' Blue scheduled for her preventive maintenance. Yep, she was all I had. Well, except for the River Queen, that old low-rider and a stack of unpaid bills. I unlocked the door and we sat at my bar. Dan had kept pretty quiet and so had I. You know, we were both soaking in the recent events.

I popped the tops, " Here, Dan ! I need to call that medical examiner and see about getting things taken care of. Man ! I really don't know, what to do ! "

Dan shrugged, " Didn't she have any family ? "

I dialed and talked, " Yeah, she had a mother, but ... Yeah, my name is Barney Goose and I need to speak with Dr Beer Fart. Oh, this is reference to Hot Legs. Sgt Flatfoot, gave me this number and... Hello ? Hello ? Oh, hi there ! My name is Barney Goose and I'm calling in reference to Hot Legs. Sgt Flatfoot, with the Cough Man County Sheriffs dept, said this is.... Uh huh, right, H O T L E G S, with an L ! Um, hum, I see, so... Uh huh, and ... Well, when... yeah, uh huh, tomorrow ? What time ? So, I just need to, oh, I see ! Well, I'll call back then and I appreciate your help... #### MORON ! That Idiot, didn't know anything ! I can't believe this ! "

Dan had to ask, " What did they say ? "

I took a swig, " Their saying, Hot Legs was taken to Dallas and some place there is doing the autopsy. They don't when she'll be ready......... I can't take much more, of this ! "

Dan hung his head, " Man ! I can't believe she's gone. My wife is real upset too. You know, her and Hot Legs were pretty close. "

I gave the LOOK, " I'm going to kill the SOB that did it ! I swear, if it's the last thing, that I ever do ! I'm going to find him ! I'm going to gut him like a fish and make him suffer ! #### SOB ! "

Dan raised his can, " I'll help you ! Just let me know, when you find him ! "

I nodded, " It won't be that hard ! Remember, that thing I told you about ? My buddy Nick and .... "

Dan grinned, " He's the one, that you said, works for the CIA ! Man, your right and if anyone can find out... "

I blew smoke, " If he can't, I've got friends ! You know, guys that deal with stuff like this ! Between them, Nick and his contacts, and ... Well, believe me that SOB is as good, as dead ! "

Dan shook his head, " I wouldn't want to be in his shoes ! But, do you really think, ya'll can ....."

I lowered my voice, " When those cops were questioning me, they didn't know it, but ... Well, they let it slip ! Their crime scene found the SOB's seaman and if he's in the system. Well, they can match it and .. "

Dan played Devil's advocate, " What if he's not ? "

I grinned, " He's in there ! Trust me ! He's as good, as dead ! "

Dan tried to reason, " If they can arrest him and charge him with... "

I was honest, " If they catch him first... Well, ... But, if I do ... ! He's one dead SOB and I swear it ! "

So, Dan got to hear me vent and rant, like a mad man. Yep, it wasn't the first time that I spouted off. You know, most of us guys bark more than we bite and it helps us feel .... Well you know, like when APES pound on their chest, or Lions roar. It's a manly thing, like scratching our privates and farting out loud. Yep, the only difference this time, was I wasn't barking. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

I havent been here in a few days and all this has happened......... hummm crabs... a spring cleaning for Ol Blue. new bed and new sheets toooooo but poor Ol Hot Leg in the morg. ....... So come on Barney quit scratching and farting grab ol Dan by the arm the 2 of you get with the programme..... FIND HIM that did this to Our Hot Legs.............

 

So is Barney madder at the vile, nasty murderer or at himself for not cowboying up, well truckering up and telling Wifey to shove it and taking poor Hot Legs to the wedding shindig instead of sending her to her doom? That should keep the little mind voices going for a spell. Too late for that now. Got to play blood hound and find the scum that did in poor Hot Legs.

 

That's a good thing, Just hope Barney and Nick find him before the cops put behind bar so justice will be served... Hot Iron style...

 

Knife Edge suggest less farting and scratching, Big Duker wants to turn loose the bloodhounds and Rikdev50's has the branding iron. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nick hugged my neck and flipped open his laptop. I paced behind the bar and tried to act civil. You know, not insane and out of my mind.

I rambled, " I really appreciate you getting here so quick. Do you care for beer, or I can make some coffee. Hell, there might be a pep-see in here, or .. "

Nick never looked up, " Coffee will be fine. "

I began to brew, " It'll take a minute. How was your flight, or did you ..."

Nick fingered the keys, " I flew myself in and landed at that Blue Bird airport. Did you say,.... Oh, never mind ! "

I lit a 100, " If I can help any, let me know. I reported her missing on the... "

Nick cussed, " #### ! There it goes ! Alright, it won't be long now ! "

I poured us a cup, " What is all of that ? "

Nick set them on the counter, " These are all the files that have been generated up till now. Most of them were in the task force files. That stack there is all of the different crime scenes. This one has all the suspects they've identified and want to question. That stack contains all of the victims they've confirmed as being linked to the Truckstop Murders. Oh, wait ! This is what I've been waiting for. "

I had baited breath, " What is that ? "

Nick tore it loose, " This printout has his information. His name is Cornfield, Berry N, white male, dob 3/20/71, ssn 593-09-4427, cdl # 4839762, last known address, Rt 6, box 52, Rosebud, Arkansas. Is a veteran, served 2yrs, 11 months, 26 days, US Army, honorable discharge, convicted of sexual assault, 11-23-91, served sixteen months, was released and placed on parole. He, wait a minute ! Good God #### ! That SOB never registered as a sex offender and I can't believe this ! Here look ! "

I recapped, " mumble, mumble, discharged, paroled, Holy Crap ! You mean, they've had a felony warrant out on this SOB and .... "

Nick took a sip, " Yeah ! Someone really dropped the ball on this one. Then everyone wonders why the streets aren't safe. Well, do you want me to do him, or would rather do him yourself ? "

I paused, " How sure our we ? I mean, that he's the one and ... "

Nick rolled his eyes, " The DNA is a perfect match ! He's the only one in the world, that it can be ! Now, if you want to wait and let the Feds handle it. That's up to you ! They should, with any luck, probably solve this in a year, or two, maybe sooner. Of course he might screw up, or then again.. "

I blew smoke, " What are you talking about ? I thought, their the ones you got your information from ? They should be able to arrest him...."

Nick gave me the LOOK, " Their not even close and might not ever be. You see, they don't have the same capabilities, that I have. Remember ? What I told you awhile back. Our government can't compile information, like this. I was able to match his DNA, because I knew where to look. "

I rubbed my peach fuzzed noggin, " Let me understand this ! Ol' Cornfield here is in the national FBI DNA files, as a registered sex offender. Right ? The FBI is heading this Truckstop Murder Task Force. Right ? Hot Legs autopsy revealed his DNA. Right ? Now, they enter his DNA code in that computer and bingo. Right ? I mean, how can they screw that up ? "

Nick dropped his bomb, " He's DNA isn't in the national sex offender file. You see, his conviction was before that law went into effect. Now, he did have to register, as a sex offender, but not submit his DNA. Are you with me ? "

I was lost, " No ! If his DNA isn't ... "

Nick cut me short, " Listen to me ! A few years, after he was released on parole. He was arrested again ! The cops got a warrant, for his DNA and tried to file a case on him, but it feel apart. The victim refused to testify and the case was dismissed. His attorney got the records expunged and his DNA was removed from the system. "

I had to ask, " If it was removed from the system, how the hell... "

Nick grinned, " What they do, is called record displacement. It prevents the records, from being matched to any suspects. You see, it basically does the same thing. If the DNA code is run through the system. Well, there won't be a match and no hits will alert anyone. Well, any law enforcement agencies. But remember, we're not law enforcement ! We're a private agency and don't have to play, by the same rules. Of course, we can't use that information either, as far as in any court proceedings. "

I got it, " So, what your saying is .... Well, we know he's the one, but the cops can't .... "

Nick ran the options by me, " If we tip them off. Well, maybe they'll get lucky and catch him. Of course, they can't tie him to these other cases, because there's not enough evidence. Well, maybe some circumstantial evidence and who knows. Yeah, they might get lucky and ..."

I'd heard enough, " Screw it ! If you swear to me and promise, that he's the one who killed Hot Legs. Well, that's all I need to know ! "

Nick dropped his second bomb, " He's your man ! That seaman he left was postmortem. You know, what that means ? "

I gave the LOOK, " That SOB ! I'll kill him, with my bare hands ! That SOB ! "

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Uh oh.. Barney Goose is pizzed off and has Cornfield, Berry N. in his sights..
I guess it won't do any good to tell you to let the cops handle this, would it?

 

Is that goose I smell cookin' ?

 

Well, as comic Russell Peters says " Somebodys gunna get a hurt
real bad."

 

Kenmar suggest letting the cops handle it, Creekrd smells a Goose cooking and Pjw044 feels a hurting bad coming on. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Two days later, you know, after Nick left, the package arrived. It was sitting next to my front door and had no markings on it. I gawked around looking for any unwanted witnesses, before taking it inside. My fingers ripped open the brown wrapping paper and exposed the cardboard box. It was fair sized and duck taped shut. I used a kitchen knife to slice it open and placed the items ontop of the bar. Let's see, white puffy, package packing pellets. Check ! This must be the laptop. Check ! Stun gun, pair of handcuffs, wrist ties, 9mm, with two clips, semi-jacketed hollow points, silencer, gloves, O J stocking cap, can of mace, large combat knife, with leather holster, and thats it. Good enough ! Now, flip this open, hit power on, it's finding the server, wireless connect, welcome You Who Guest, entering password, oops, screen went blank, it flickered, there it goes ! This is a secure site and protected under US Title 28, of the National Defense Act. Unauthorized use of any classified materials is a Federal Offense and punishable, by DEATH ! Welcome Barney, we are proud to present you with our latest technology. Feel free to search our site and ... Hmmm, click this, click that, what's this ? Here we go ! Berry's site, click there, I see, oh neat ! Yep, that must be his company. You know, the one that he's leased to, Red Rabbit Freight Lines, that must be his truck number 334, oh great ! There's his picture, company ID card, his current DOT long form physical, current load assignment, headed to Denton, Texas. Too good, to be true ! Giggle this, Google that, here we go, satellite image tracking, he's on IH 20, just past Longview, Texas. ETA Denton, 4 hours, 43 minutes and 16 seconds. Oh boy ! Oh boy ! Let's get rolling and pay him a visit !

So, I loaded up the low-rider and parked next to Ol' Blue. She was standing tall and ready to rumble. Dan spotted me and invited himself over.

I head nodded, " Hey Dan ! I'm getting ready to head out. Can you hand me that overnight bag ? "

Dan raised it up, " Here you go. Have you heard anything ? "

I lied, " No nothing yet, but I'm working on it. I figure to make a couple of runs and ...."

Dan agreed, " Yeah, you can't afford to sit too long. Oh, have you heard the latest, about Junior ? He's in the hospital and their running test. "

I gave the LOOK, " Screw him ! I need to get going, so I'll see you, when I get back. Maybe we can do something then. See you later ! "

So, Dan shuffled off and looked a little hurt. Yeah, I hated being abrupt, but I couldn't tell him. You know, the truth. Say Dan, I've got to run and go kill this SOB. See you later ! Nope, that wouldn't of cut it ! Besides, why involve him and take any chances ? You know, three can keep a secret, if two are dead ! Well, Nick Nose, eer.. I mean, Nick Knows, but that's different because... Well, he's Nick ! He's above the law and .... Now, wait a minute. Nobody is above the law ! Nick just .... Well, alright ! Maybe he is above the law, but ... Would ya'll shut up ! All right, all right ! Let's see, press that, here we go, TLX load board, Dallas out bound, I35 North, Sue Falls, trailer # 9703, due date, time, trip sheet number, assign load, in route, bobtail over there, back under there, connect these, thump those, doors sealed, lights work, here we go, push that in, steer out the exit, turn right, swing wide, shift, shift, shift, check the mirror, merge in, #### 4 wheeler, get out of my way, exit here, merge left, and it won't be long now. Yep, I 35 North, Denton, Tx 78 miles. What a deal ! As Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.