The Tides of Brewster Harbor; Episode 19, A Brief Meeting With the County Sheriff

The next day at 9:00 AM a deputy opened the door to Sheriff Dan Spencer’s office.

“Sheriff Spencer,” Niles said. “Niles Quinn, I’m the new chief in Brewster Harbor.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Spencer said. “It’ good to see some seasoned men take charge. I take it you have law enforcement experience. Have a seat.”

Niles sat in a comfortable stuffed leather chair. “Thirty years, NYPD, homicide captain, 10th precinct.”

“Well, you’ll be like a duck out of water down there in Brewster Harbor,” Spencer said. “No homicides down there – wait, there was that one a couple years ago, the mayor was killed.”

“Yeah,” Niles said. “Between the State Police, the harbor master, and you, all of you managed to screw it up, but that’s not what I’m here about. I’m a cop not an elected official, so I’ll get to the point. You guys send a $1,000 a month to do $10 to $15,000 thousand dollars of work a month. Your department is saving a bundle. Send us a check for $10,000 a month and I’ll forget all the back money.”

Spencer stared at Niles as if he were insane. He smirked. “No way.”

“This is a no brainer for you,” Niles said. “It cost your department at least $500 a day to cross the bridge.”

“Did the mayor send you?” Spencer said.

“This has nothing to do with the town,” Niles said. “It’s law enforcement, one department to another.”

“From one department to another, get the hell out of my office,” Spencer said.

“No problem,” Niles said and stood.

“I thought I might tell you and I know you’ve heard this a thousand times before, but you’ll hear from my lawyer,” Niles said. “She’s good, my ex. While we were married I helped her through law school and she feels so guilty about the break up and everything she’d hand your daire aire to me on a platter so I could mount it as a hood ornament on my car.”

“If you don’t leave, I’ll have you tossed out,” Spencer said.

Niles gave Spencer a moment’s stare and exited the office.

Niles drove a block away. He pulled into a parking place at a shopping center. He called Annie.

“Annie.” Niles said.

“Niles, is that you?” Annie said.

“I bet you didn’t think you’d ever hear from me again,” Niles said.

“No,” Annie said, “but it’s good to hear from you.”

“Well,” Niles said, “I feel kind of funny calling you, but it’s for a good cause.”

“Sure,” Annie said. “what is it.”

Niles thoroughly explained the circumstances with the county and Sheriff Dan Spencer.

“What a coincidence, six months ago I met the governor,” Annie said. “He owes me big time. I can go that route or play cat and mouse with the Sheriff – he’s going to lose no matter.”

“I have no points to score,” Niles said. “It’s best if there is no publicity.”

“By the time I’m done with him you could probably have his job,” Annie said.

“I like it where I’m at,” Niles said.

“Are you getting along well?” Annie said.

“Great,” Niles said.

“Lucinda?” Annie said.

“I’ve been so busy lately,” Niles said. “but after the first couple of weeks we’ll be able to spend more time together.”

“Super,” Annie said.

“Do what ever is expedient,” Niles said.

“As soon as we hang up,” Annie said.

“Bye, l… bye,” Niles said and pressed the phone off.

“Geez,” Niles said, “what was I thinking? Love that’s what you were thinking.”

Niles stopped at a roadside diner on the way back to Brewster Harbor. After crossing the bridge, he visited a few more businesses on the island.

When he got back to the office the phone was ringing.

“Brewster Harbor Police,” Niles said, “Chief Quinn.”

“This is the County Sheriff’s Department,” a woman said. “I’m the department’s finance officer. Sheriff Spencer has directed the department to increase your monthly reimbursement.”

“Good,” Niles said. “Can you make it payable to the Brewster Harbor Police Department.”

“Sheriff Spencer mentioned back pay,” she said. “Tell the Sheriff I’m a reasonable man and we’ll just hold that figure in abeyance.”

“Thank you, Chief,” she said.

“Your welcome ma’am,” Niles said. “When can we expect the first check?”

“It is being delivered now,” she said. “One of our deputies will bring it.”

“That will be fine, thank you,” Niles hung up.”

Ten minutes later the office door swung open.

“Chief Quinn,” a well-tended uniformed officer said.

“Yes,” Niles said.

“This is yours,” he said and handed Niles an envelop.

“Thank you, officer,” Niles said.

“You’re welcome, sir,” he said and left.

Niles walked out of the office and around to the front entrance of the town hall.

“Mildred,” Niles said handing her the envelop.

“What’s this?” Mildred said.

“Pay raises for two full-time officers,” Niles said. “We’ll be getting this every month.”

“How did you do it?” Mildred said.

“My ex wife is the best layer I know,” Niles smiled. “I’m going to call it a day.”

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