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Operation Angel Rescue
by
Erastes
Copyright 2019 by Erastes
Chapter
1 – It All Begins.
The phone rang and woke me up, so I rolled over and glanced at the clock. It wasn’t even 6:00 yet, but I reached over and grabbed the phone off the nightstand because I concluded it must be some sort of emergency. I lifted it to my ear, said ‘hello’, and then I heard a familiar voice on the other end.
“Eric, it’s Paul and I’ve got a situation here that I need your help with.”
My mind went into panic mode. Every time I heard from my friend, Paul Marshall, it always seemed to spell trouble for me. Well maybe not trouble, but it meant I was going to be asked to do something that would create a great deal of extra work, cost me money, or both.
“I’m sorry about the time, but I think this is right up your alley. I know what you’re probably thinking,” he continued, interpreting my lack of a response as doubt as to whether or not I wanted to get involved in whatever he was pedaling this time, “but I could use your help. A kid was brought into the station last night after being busted for lewd conduct and offering sex for money. I’ve got a hunch on this one and suspect the kid was just doing what he had to in order to survive on the streets.”
“You’ve had a lot of hunches over the years and they haven’t all worked out as you thought.”
“I know, but I don’t think this is a bad kid. I’m just afraid that if he goes into the system he’ll come out a lot less redeemable than when he went in. If past experience is any indication, I’m afraid he’ll come out hardened and cynical after he spends time inside. Not only that, but he’ll learn a lot worse ways to make a living on the streets after being caged up with a bunch hardcore street kids and gang-bangers that are in there already. I need a certified professional to step in and sign him out for treatment, and of course that’s where you come in.”
“Yes, of course that would be me. Who else would you get involved in one of your hair-brained schemes?”
“Eric, I know I’ve gotten you mixed up in some things in the past that I probably shouldn’t have…”
“ABSOLUTELY shouldn’t have,” I cut him off.
“Ok, I agree with that, but this one is different. I think this time you could actually save a life.” He paused to give me time to think about what he’d just said. “I truly mean it. This kid’s future is in our hands, but mostly yours. If you do what I hope you can for him, he’ll have a chance to grow up fairly normal and he’ll be able to lead a healthy and productive life. However, if you don’t help, well then he might end up dead before he’s twenty-one, possibly by committing suicide, getting killed by some whacko client, or getting shot by a cop. At best he’d end up living a life of crime or spending it locked up in some secure facility.”
He paused and waited for me to say something, but when I didn’t he continued. “You’ve got to trust me on this one. I haven’t been a cop for over ten years without being able to read people, and seeing you’re a psychologist, you’d be able to tell this too, if you would just take the time to talk to the boy. How about it? Will you come down here and at least speak with the kid before you turn me down. It’s for him you’d be doing this, not me.”
I had a feeling he’d added the last comment because he knew I was a sucker for kids and I’d be more likely to do it for that reason, rather than because he was asking me to get involved. After all, it’s why I became a psychologist, got my Ph.D., and sought out a job in a school system. Damn, he had me hooked again, and now he was reeling me in. I took a few seconds to digest all the points he had made first, and then I gave him my answer.
“Ok, I’ll meet with this boy before I make a decision. What if I come down to the station in about three hours? Seeing you woke me up, I haven’t showered, brushed my teeth, or eaten yet, so it will take a little while to get ready, and you know I have a bit of a drive ahead of me to get there.”
“Yeah, I understand and that will be fine. Thanks, Eric, and I know you won’t regret this.”
“I certainly hope not or you can erase my phone number from your memory permanently.”
I heard him chuckle on the other end. “Ok, I promise.”
After he hung up I laid back to think about what I had just gotten myself into. Paul was a great guy, although there were times when he tended to act before he thought things through, and that’s not a good trait for a police officer. However, he only seemed to do this with people who were unable to take care of themselves, such as the mentally disabled, infirmed, destitute, disenfranchised, and children. Otherwise he was a great cop, and that’s probably how he got promoted to sergeant.
We’d gone through elementary and high school together and had always been good friends, if not best friends, although there were times when we couldn’t stand one another. The thing was that no matter how mad we got at each other, or the rotten things we did or said when we were upset, we were always able to put it behind us and work things out in the end. We would apologize and promise not to let anything like that happen again, and then things would go back to normal for a while. It was pretty much how our friendship went throughout our entire school careers.
There was something else as well, something that no one else knew about at the time. Paul also understood that I liked boys, not girls, and he let me do things with him a few times when we were teens. From seventh grade and until we graduated from high school, I’d suck him off and he would jack me off in return, but he’d never do more than that. He was also one of the few cops I knew personally who didn’t vehemently hate gays. Paul remained sort of an enigma, although I never doubted his heart was in the right place, but now I wondered what he was getting me involved in.
Seeing I lived nearly two hours from the city, because I preferred the peace and quiet of the country over the noise and bustle of urban life, I raced around to get ready so I could talk to Paul and the boy. Damn it, I’d just started summer vacation and didn’t think I would be rushing around like this so soon, at least not until school started again in the fall. Leave it to Paul to screw up my vacation.
After getting showered and dressed, I hopped in the driver’s seat and took off for the police station while wondering what was in store for me there. Paul had called me to help him out with other situations before, but most of them had ended up being more of a hassle than anything else. I was never convinced of the value of my contribution in any of those cases, and once it almost got me killed.
It occurred while I was helping him deal with an over-stimulated career criminal and drug addict. Paul hadn’t revealed the extent of the guy’s problems to me, and during the initial interview I must have said something that touched a nerve. Before I realized what was happening, the guy jumped up, leaned across the interview table, grabbed me around the throat, and was squeezing it with every ounce of strength he had. Fortunately, Paul and another officer were observing the interview and were able to get inside to pull the guy away before he finished strangling me. I nearly refused to help Paul after that incident, but he’s managed to con me into assisting him again and again.
There was another time when I was nearly incarcerated with the person Paul had asked me to help. This time the guy had already been arraigned and given an appearance ticket before I got there, so I met with him outside of the courthouse. In an attempt to interview him in a neutral setting, I took him to a diner where we could sit, talk, and have a cup of coffee.
While we were there, another man came up to our table and began to hassle the guy I was with. I’m not sure if they knew each other before that, but the situation quickly escalated. The guy I was with suddenly lost his cool, leapt up, and gave the instigator a shove to get him to back off. Infuriated, the other man came charging back and a fight ensued. I got up and did my best to break it up, but I was no match for the other two and they took turns tossing me aside.
One of the employees at the diner panicked, called the cops, and requested their help, and when they showed up I was nearly hauled off and booked with the brawling pair. Needless to say, after those episodes I was more than a little leery whenever Paul called to ask for my assistance. The thing was that Paul always knew just the right buttons to push so I would give in, and what he told me this time had intrigued me enough to make me stick my neck out once again.
When I finally arrived at the police station, Paul spotted me as soon as I walked through the door. I wondered why he was still there, since I was certain there had been a shift change since he first called. This must be a very special case if he was still hanging around, because Paul didn’t like to give up what little free time he had so easily. He took me over to check in with the officer manning the front desk, and then he guided me back to meet the kid.
“Eric, thanks for coming down,” he told me as we walked down the corridor. “Let me fill you in a little before we go in to see this boy.” I looked into Paul’s eyes and could tell he was being very sincere and even a little emotional at this point, so I nodded my consent. “Let’s go into this room so we can talk privately.”
As soon as we were inside, he began telling me what he knew. “This kid was brought in last night, just before I came on duty. They’d just finished taking his fingerprints, mug shots, and things like that, but it was left to me to get some information out of him. Up to that point he hadn’t told the other officers anything, so all we knew was that he’d solicited a plain clothes security guard in the men’s room at the mall.”
Paul must have noticed something about the look on my face, so he clarified. “Don’t make too much about that fact, because I don’t think he’s really a bad kid, Eric. I’ve got a feeling he’s either a runaway or a throwaway, and I think he was just trying to get enough money to survive. When I asked him about his family and why he was doing this, he showed some signs of panic before he got his reactions back under control. I’d obviously struck a nerve when I asked him about his parents.”
“That may be, but why am I here?”
“If he goes into the system then he’ll most likely end up in juvy, and I’m not sure anything good will come of that. However, if I sign him over to your custody and say it’s for treatment at a residential center, then you can help him work through his problems and see why he was making that offer in the first place.”
“Whoa, hang on there. First of all, this is my summer vacation, and more importantly I don’t work at or run a residential center.”
“Come on, Eric,” he shot back while his eyes were pleading with me. “We both know you don’t need to work and you could start your own center if you wanted to.”
“That may be true. If I wanted to do something like that I certainly could, because I have the means to pull it off, but have you ever heard me say I want to do anything like that?”
“You like helping kids, and you have that huge place all to yourself, so this could actually help you too. It must get really lonely living so far away from everything and not having anyone else there with you, so take this boy and help him work through his problems. You might even wind up saving his life by doing this, if not physically then emotionally, but at least you’d be helping him turn things around and getting him going in the right direction.”
Damn, he was doing it again and he’d managed to strike a nerve with what he said. Even if I still thought it was a bad idea, he’d made some good points. First of all, he was right and I often felt lonely living all by myself. I liked the peace and quiet of living in the country, but there were times when I wished I had someone to share my good fortune, but I wasn’t sure if this was the way to end the loneliness. There were times when I wished I had someone in my life, but not a patient or a foster child. I wasn’t keen about taking in strays, so to speak, but my strong desire to help youngsters deal with the lousy hands life dealt them made me actually consider his suggestion. I even began to think this might not be such a bad idea after all, but before I agreed to do anything I had to make sure this was the right kid to start with.
“I said I’d talk to the boy, but I’m not going to commit to anything until after I’ve done that. How old is he anyway?”
“He wouldn’t say, but my guess would be that he’s in the twelve to fourteen-year-old age range.”
“Holy shit, that young? I was thinking he’d be somewhere between fifteen to eighteen-years-old, considering what he was brought in for. I’m not a babysitter and I’m not sure I’d be willing to take in anyone that young. I mean, kids that age need a lot of attention and can require an inordinate amount of supervision.”
“I know, but I think this might be one of those exceptions where it will be worth the effort. Just talk to him, please?”
Ok, ok. I’ll talk to him, but possibly nothing more. However, before I go in there, you need to fill me in about the details of what he did.”
“Fair enough, so let me show you the security guard’s report.”
He took me out to his desk and dug through the paperwork stacked upon it. After a few seconds he pulled out a sheet of paper, so I took it from him and read it.
‘I went to the men’s room at the mall to relieve myself, and as soon as I went inside I noticed a boy standing at one of the urinals. I walked up to one of the empty urinals to do my business, but I could tell the boy was watching me. After I finished emptying my bladder, I looked over to see why the kid was still there, and that‘s when he flashed me a big smile and turned so I could get a good look at his penis. I guess because I didn’t immediately turn away from him or say anything, he began to manipulate it until it became erect, and then he began to whack off with me watching him.
‘He then asked if I was interested in having some fun and directed me to follow him to the back stall. He immediately headed back there without even putting his dick away, so I followed him to see how far he was planning to go with this. When I reached the cubicle, he told me the things he was willing to do and for how much. That’s when I informed him I was mall security and took him into custody. He tried to run at that point, but his privates were still hanging out of his jeans, so I stopped him easily. After I had him make himself decent, I took him to the security office and called the local police department to pick him up.’
The security guard had signed the statement to make it official, and two more officers had signed it as witnesses, but it was much more than I was expecting. I looked up to say something to Paul, but he beat me to the punch.
“I really think the kid was only doing it to survive and get some money. I don’t think he is really a street hustler and I believe you’d be doing him a big favor by taking him for rehab treatment at your place.”
“Nice sentiment, but I don’t run a rehab.”
“We can cover that.”
“And what am I supposed to do once he’s there and what kind of rehab do you expect me to provide?”
“Hey, you’re the professional, doc, so you’ll have to figure that part out. Besides, you know more about this than I do.” He released a little chuckle after saying this, knowing he was the one who started this whole affair in the first place.
“Ok, even if I figure out what to do with him, I don’t have a secure facility and he could take off at any time. How can I possibly prevent something like that from happening? I can’t lock him in a room or spend every single minute with him, so what would you suggest?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take the heat if he bolts, but I don’t think he will. I just ask that you work with him and do whatever you can.”
“But that’s going to take a lot of effort,” I protested.
“Let’s face it, Eric, you have the time. You’re not working over the summer, so you’re more than able to do this, and Lord knows why you’re still working anyway. It’s not like you need the money or anything. If you’re willing to give up some of your vacation to help out, I believe he’ll stay put once he has a safe place to live. While he’s with you, maybe you can find out enough about him so we can locate his family or at least discover why he’s on his own.”
“I don’t know how I let you talk me into doing shit like this, but ok. I’ll do it for a month and then we’ll reevaluate the situation, but I won’t take the heat if this kid runs off.”
“That’s ok, because I told you I’ll take the blame if that happens.”
“And if he’s not working out,” I added, “then you’ll have to take him back and do whatever you need to do with him. Ok?”
“Fair enough, so follow me.”
He led me down another corridor and made a couple of turns along the way before we reached a small room. There was another officer standing in the hallway beside the door when we arrived, so Paul told him he could leave before we entered. The only objects inside were a small table, a few chairs, and a young boy sitting on the far side of a table. He had brown, shaggy, unkempt hair and soulful brown eyes, and he glanced up as we entered. He not only looked scared, but he also appeared sad and confused at the same time. On top of that, he didn’t seem able to sit still and was fidgeting in his chair. It almost appeared as if he was sitting on a hill of fire ants, but his restlessness was more than likely due to his being scared about what was going to happen next.
I took a good look to see what I might be able to ascertain about him. He was a little on the slender side, but he wasn’t emaciated, although it did appear as if he could use a few good meals. He was more than a little uncomfortable in this setting, but that was to be expected under the circumstances. I was surprised to find myself thinking he was cute, in a helpless puppy dog sort of way, and I began thinking to myself that I’d more than likely do whatever it took to help him out of this predicament. I walked over to the table that stood between us, and sat down on one of the chairs on the near side of the table, while Paul remained standing just inside the door. The boy merely stared at me and didn’t say a word.
“I’m not a cop, so you can relax,” I began, trying to reassure him. “My name is Eric and I’m just here to see if I can help you out of this mess. I’m a psychologist and I’ve been asked to take temporary custody of you, in sort of a halfway house setting. That way you won’t have to spend any time in jail or a juvenile facility, but I’m only willing to do this if it’s what you want and if you promise to cooperate with me. I’m on vacation at the moment and have no desire to burden myself with a huge problem, so it’s entirely up to you. What do you say? Would you prefer to be released into my custody, or would you rather be locked up here or in the juvenile detention center?”
I thought I’d made the choice obvious for him, but he didn’t respond right away. Instead, he merely stared at Paul, knowing he was the officer in charge. After a minute of this standoff, I looked back at Paul and spoke.
“Would you mind leaving us alone for a few minutes, officer? I think we might make more progress if we were alone.”
“Sure,” he hesitantly offered, “but I’ll be right outside if you need me.”
I nodded and he left, so I turned to the boy and spoke again. “Does that help?”
Once again he didn’t immediately respond, so I continued talking. “Look, kid, I’m only trying to help. That’s all.”
This time he eyed me suspiciously, and then he finally spoke. “Why would you want to help me?”
“As a favor to a friend,” I told him honestly.
“I’m not your friend. We’ve never even met before now.” He looked puzzled.
“The friend I’m helping is the officer who just stepped out of the room. He seems to think that you don’t belong locked up in a jail cell or a juvenile center, and he thought maybe I could help. He knows I’m a psychologist and I have a large place in the country, and he also knows that I enjoy working with young people. He took a chance that maybe you’d prefer to go with me instead of being locked up behind bars, but that choice is yours to make, not ours.”
He studied me for a while longer as he tried to decide if he should trust me. “And what happens if I go with you?”
“Well, you’ll live in my house and spend some of the time talking to me about yourself and how you happened to wind up in this situation. That will help me get to know you better, because eventually I’ll have to make a recommendation to the court about what should be done with you. It’s only fair that you know my recommendation will depend on what I learn from you and how well you cooperate. If you don’t seem to be a threat to society, then you probably won’t be sent to a juvenile facility and can possibly be sent home. If that’s not an option then the court can direct social services to find you a nice family to live with.”
He didn’t respond to my comment, but he displayed some very interesting body language when I mentioned his home, so I gathered I might have hit upon another sore spot. After waiting a couple of minutes for him to say something, I finally broke the deadlock.
“Look, that’s in the future so maybe we should just concentrate on the present for now. What do you say? Would you be willing to stay with me for the time being, or would you rather be locked up?”
He eyed me some more before he responded. “Ok, I’ll go with you, cuz it sounds better than the other choices you gave me. So what do I have to do?”
“First, you have to promise that you won’t run away or try to steal from me. I don’t have any guards to stop you from taking off or keep you from loading up your pockets or a pillowcase with valuables, so you’ll have to be on your honor. Will you promise me that?”
“Ok. I promise I won’t try to run away or steal nothin’.”
“Or steal anything,” I corrected him instinctively, but then I thought possibly I shouldn’t have done that. He didn’t seem to overreact or become offended by my impromptu grammar lesson, but he did respond to it.
“Ok, I promise I won’t try to run away or steal ANYTHING,” he reiterated, so I smiled at him to let him know I appreciated his cooperation.
“Ok, great. Let me go back outside and set everything up with my friend, and then I’ll come back to get you. Is that all right with you?”
“Yeah…” and then he stopped. It seemed as if he was about to say something else, but he didn’t, so I turned toward the door to leave. “Thanks, mister, cuz I know you didn’t have to do this for me.”
His words stopped me dead in my tracks and I turned back toward him. “You’re welcome, and we all need a break every now and then. Just remember to make the most of it when you get one,”
He nodded and I left the room to formalize the arrangements with Paul. I’m not exactly sure how Paul cleared it with his superiors, but I suspect he had somehow managed to avoid actually booking the boy on any charges, so there was no record of him. They may have fingerprinted him and taken his mug shot, but I imagine they’d done that to scare the boy and make him realize the severity of the charges. I imagine Paul had kept those items and was planning to use them so he could learn more about the boy’s identity. I believe he really wants to help this kid, and now it’s my turn to see what I can do. It’s up to me to find out what was going on in this boy’s life.
“Hey, kiddo, I think you’d better hit the toilet before we leave,” I said as I reentered the room. “I don’t live just down the street, so it’s going to a long drive to get to my place.”
He flashed me a wicked little grin before he responded. “Ok, where’s the restroom?”
“First, we need to go out in the hallway,” I began as I walked out of the room and waited for him to follow. “It’s right over here,” I said as I pointed at the door, “and no messing around in there. Understand?”
His grin faded when he realized I wasn’t going with him, but then he nodded that he understood my meaning. He went in and relieved himself, and when he walked by me I judged him to be about five feet, four inches (1.6 m) tall. When he finished and rejoined me in the hallway I led him out to my car. Well, it isn’t really a car, although it was built for comfort. Out where I lived I needed something rugged, yet I wanted something luxurious, so I bought a Cadillac Escalade ESV. It might be a bit pretentious, but it was what I wanted and met all of my needs.
While we’d been walking, I made a few more observations about him. He looked small for his age, although I still wasn’t sure how old he was, and he seemed to walk with a bounce in his step. This let me know he wasn’t down or depressed at this point, or he would have been shuffling or slinking along. He had a fairly blank expression on his face most of the time, but he would flash me a little smile every once in a while, possibly as a thank you for getting him out of the police station.
He was quite excited and impressed when he saw what he’d be riding in, but he didn’t say much during the trip home. It might have been due to the fact that he was busy checking out the interior of my SUV instead, but I managed to ask him a few questions about himself and his family background along the way. He gave me a little more information, although most of it was vague, and I assumed that was intentional. He apparently didn’t want to say too much until he was sure he could trust me, but I still managed to discover that he wasn’t a local. He said he left home because of some problems, but he wouldn’t elaborate on what the problems were. Now that I knew he was a runaway, I also got the impression that there was probably no one looking for him. From what little he told me, there didn’t appear to be much love on either side.
When we came to a diner along the way, I decide to stop so we could grab a bite to eat. I was hungry, and from the looks of the kid I was sure he was too, especially if he’d been at the police station since before midnight when Paul’s shift began.
“Are you ready to eat?” I asked as I pulled into the parking area and came to a stop.
“I don’t got no money.”
“Well I do, and I’m buying, so are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I was stuck in that place for hours and all they gave me was some soda to drink.”
“Then let’s go inside and take care of that problem for you. Ok?”
His grin and the nod of his head told me all that I needed to know, so we went inside and sat in a booth. “Order whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Everything seems reasonably priced so this isn’t going to break the bank.”
“Thanks.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised that he ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a milkshake, so I did the same. When we finished, I talked him into having a slice of Boston cream pie with me as well. He didn’t know what it was, so I explained it to him before he agreed, and then he wolfed it down when the waitress delivered it to the table.
When we were done, I paid for our meals and left the waitress a good tip for being so nice, and then we got back in my SUV and continued the journey home.
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http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/
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