Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2023 12:37:33 +0000 From: jacklynch945 Subject: The Prince The Pauper And the Chief Chapter 39 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story includes episodes involving underage minors having sex with adults. I expressly condemn this kind of activity. I have made every attempt to present these acts in a thoughtful, sensitive manner. You may not agree. If so, I encourage to avoid reading it. This story mentions real people, real places, and real events, but the characters and the story are entirely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions between minors and adult men. Your feedback, whether in the form of comments or constructive criticism, will always be welcome. Please email me: jacklynch945@proton.me. The Prince. The Pauper. And the Chief. By Jack Lynch Chapter 39. Caught Red Handed. Moments earlier, just down the road, Pete had his binoculars trained on two boys who had just walked off the road into Harvey Kirschner's driveway. He quickly radioed it in. When he heard the report, Tim knew exactly who Pete was talking about. He'd been sitting in his patrol car in the corner of the parking lot of the Square Rigger. A good location because he could watch the merging traffic as Beach Road met the Edgartown-Vineyard Haven Road. About thirty minutes ago, he watched as two boys walked along the side of the road, each one holding an arm out, looking to hitch a ride. Two towheaded kids, 5'1" at the most, probably less than a hundred pounds each, slender, clear light tan skin, almond shaped blue eyes, snub noses. He laughed out loud. It finally clicked. Wellington Prince and Kip Kincaid. They had to be twins. There was no doubt about it. Tim picked up his radio receiver. "Oh-one-eleven dispatch." "Dispatch oh-one-eleven," came the immediate response. "Hey, Margie. Did you once tell me some gossip about Suzanne Kincaid?" "I don't know. What did I tell you?" "That she actually had twins when her son was born. Gave one up for adoption." "Oh, yeah. I did." "Ten-four and out." *** Another set of binoculars. Another Pete. This one, Deputy Pete Gallo. He watched as Phil directed his crew to unload the traps and bins full of slithering lobsters. Pete was just about ready to jump into his squad car to follow them when Larry waved to the departing crew. He threw a line into the boat and jumped back in. Phil was at the helm. Turning to make sure Larry was in the boat, he punched the throttle and the lobster boat pulled away. The instant Sheriff JD Blanc got Gallo's report, he picked up the phone and dialed the Coast Guard station at Menemsha Harbor. They already had one cutter on routine patrol along the shoreline west of the Island. Chief Petty Officer Williams assured JD they could have a second cutter out of the harbor within fifteen minutes. The ocean had been rough all day. As they bounced along, Larry could taste a cold beer swirling down his throat. He didn't dare open a bottle though, for fear he might spill more than he could get into his mouth. Phil squinted at the endless ocean ahead, one eye on the compass, the other on the map he'd stuck in the frame of the windshield. They were already waiting for them when they got to the checkpoint. Some kind of racing boat, long bow. Three men, one of whom had kinky blond hair flying around his face. Larry just stood there watching Phil trade a packet for one of those oversized shoe boxes. A horn and a siren sounded just as the fast boat pulled away. Two Coast Guard cutters had appeared out of nowhere. Caught red handed. *** Just before dinner service was to begin, Suzanne entered the kitchen of the Shiretown Inn and slumped down in a chair. She was still dressed in the peasant blouse and jeans she'd worn earlier in the day for her stint at The Black Dog. Her blonde hair hung loosely around her face. "What's going on, Suzanne?" Adrian asked as he chopped some onions. "I can't find Kip. He's missing. I'm really upset and I don't know what to do." "Missing since when?" "Since last night." "Hmmm," Adrian paused to think for a moment. "Well, I saw him this morning." "What??" He quickly told Suzanne about their earlier encounter. "Doesn't he sell snacks and sodas for that guy at the pier?" "Jeez!" She exclaimed, slapping her forehead. "I completely forgot he was supposed to be working for Fergie today." She looked in the distance, trying to remember. "I need to call him, but I can't think of his first name." "Hey Ozzie! What's Fergie's first name?" Adrian yelled back to one of the dishwashers. "Silas!" Suzanne grabbed a phone book, quickly flipping through the pages to Ferguson, Silas. Pulling the phone receiver from its cradle on the nearby wall, she dialed his number. "Yeah, he worked the pier today," Fergie told her. She immediately began to relax. "Your boy threw me for a loop, though," Fergie chuckled. "I thought I was seeing double." "Why's that?" "He left with another kid that could have been his twin. It was crazy, Suzanne!" After hearing Fergie's description of the two boys, Suzanne felt as if she'd been punched in the stomach. *** "Mr. Tratner and Mr. Grimes, say `hello' to The Prince and The Pauper." Elwood looked up in surprise. Tratner just looked. The two men had returned to Harvey's place. Elwood felt strongly an investment opportunity was at hand. Kirschner just needed a little arm twisting to accept them as partners in his little enterprise. They were sitting at a table on the deck. Harvey's portfolio of sketches lay in front of them. "Well, ain't you two boys finer than a frog's hair," Elwood chuckled. Tratner shrugged as he looked down at his watch. Just about six-thirty. If everything had gone according to Hoyle, Phil and Larry should be headed back to Menemsha by now. In his mind, he played everything forward. By ten or ten-thirty tonight, the next shipment should be on its way and Elwood and he could blow this putrid pile of sand. "So which of you fellas posed for this one?" Elwood asked, licking his lips. He held up a drawing of Kip or The Prince, take your pick. Flat on his back, knees bent, legs spread, hands behind his head. Naked, of course. Kip looked at Prince who, at the moment, was blushing deeply. *** "Sing me a song, fellas," Cosco said. Cosco and Delaney were interrogating another couple of fellas, Phil and Larry, in an office at the Martha's Vineyard Coast Guard Station. They were still shackled in handcuffs. The DEA agents weren't taking any chances. They'd been caught in possession of illegal narcotics, a Federal crime. A casual mention of the possibility of ten-to-twenty-five behind bars reduced Larry to sobbing like a baby. Phil just stared straight ahead. Thinking. Delaney set the mug shots of Tratner, Elwood, and Rico down in front of them. Larry glanced at the pictures and bawled even harder. Phil looked at the pictures, smirked, and replied, "I guess we're gonna need a lawyer." *** Tim listened to the radio chatter as he drove toward South Beach along Katama Road. "How am I not surprised?" he smirked, hearing the news of the Conklin brothers being hauled in on drug charges. Approaching Harvey's house along Edgartown Bay Road, he radioed to Pete as he pulled into the construction site next door. "Hold your position. I'm going to check this place out from the beach." "Ten-four." Grabbing his own binoculars, he walked along the side of the new house and scrambled down to the beach. As twilight was now descending, the lights in the house made the scene on the deck stand out. Tim was stunned. How the hell did those two characters get in there without being seen, he asked himself? His mouth dropped open. Harvey stood off to one side. Prince and Kip stood in front of Tratner and Elwood. "I don't suppose you boys would mind giving these gentlemen a bit of a show," Harvey said with a smile. Both boys shook their heads. "It wasn't a request," Harvey said, a stern tone in his voice. "What are we supposed to do?" Prince asked. "Elwood, what is your pleasure?" Giggling a bit nervously, "I dunno, Mr. Kirschner. Do you perhaps have any attire these young men could model for us?" He used a finger to scratch the side of his neck. "It just so happens I do," Harvey replied. He excused himself for a moment. "Either of you boys ever been to California?" Elwood asked after Harvey left the room. Instead of California, he pronounced it, "Caly-for-nie-yay." They both shook their heads. "We got some people over there who would likely think you two are slicker than pig snot on a radiator," Elwood continued, chuckling again. Kip and The Prince stared at Elwood, slight frowns on their faces. "Here we go!" Harvey exclaimed as he rushed back onto the deck. He handed each boy a single garment. "What's this?" Kip asked, turning it over in his hand. It appeared to be a small jumble of straps. "It's an athletic supporter," Harvey said. "I believe some people call it a jock strap." "We're supposed to put these on?" Prince asked, a puzzled look on his face. "That would be awfully nice of you," Elwood purred. With that, Harvey directed Kip and The Prince back into the house to a bedroom just off the side of the living room. "You can change in here," he said. "See you soon!" With that, he closed the door. "What are we gonna do?" Kip asked, turning to Prince. "Just go with it," Prince replied. "It won't be so bad. Show a little skin and that'll be it. Besides, I havta have some place to stay tonight." "Those two guys are creeps. And, what's all that stuff about California?" Kip asked. Prince just shrugged as he pulled his t-shirt over his head. A couple of minutes later, they were back on the deck, standing before Elwood and Tratner. Naked, except for the jocks. Elwood licked his lips. His eyes watered. These boys were so beautiful, so perfect. Smooth unblemished skin, hip bones protruding slightly, cute belly buttons, tiny light pink nipples, the outline of their dicks barely visible underneath the fabric of their athletic supporters. Exact duplicates. It was uncanny. "I don't suppose you'd mind turning around," he asked with a chuckle. Tratner checked his watch again. He didn't say anything but he was thinking. C'mon, Elwood. Let's get on with it, and get the hell out of here. Outside on the beach, hidden by the darkness, Tim held the binoculars against his eyes, watching the scene unfold up on Harvey's deck. His pulse quickened, the blood beginning to boil in his veins. As soon as the boys turned around, exposing their bare asses, a dark thought came into his mind. Brushing it quickly aside, he sprung into action. Running at full speed back around to his squad car, he grabbed the radio. "Oh-one-eleven dispatch. 133, 134, 136, 288 in progress. 206 Edgartown Bay Road. Request back-up. Code 2!" "What was that??" Margie blurted into the microphone on her desk, abandoning all police communication protocol. 133 stood for possible dangerous person, 134 for kidnapping, 136 hostage situation, 288 sex crimes against a minor. Code 2 meant lights but no sirens. In all her years as a police dispatcher, she'd never heard all of those codes used in the same radio transmission. Gathering her wits about her and before Chief Brady could respond, she said, "All units, 133, 134, 136, 288 in progress. 206 Edgartown Bay Road. Code 2." One by one, the three other squad cars out on patrol acknowledged and were on their way. Up Island, Sheriff JD Blanc stood alongside Delaney and Cosco in the dark shadows behind Chilmark Town Hall. Phil and Larry were safely ensconced in the Dukes County Jail in Edgartown. One of Chief Dan Dimond's deputies, Dick Dalby, nickname DeeDee, who bore a striking resemblance to Phil, stood alongside them with the box, wearing clothes that approximated Phil's attire. Earlier, they'd emptied the heroin out of it, replacing it with enough sand to match the weight of the drugs, after which, they carefully rewrapped it. "Sheriff, we've got a developing situation out on South Beach," his Chief Deputy Sheriff whispered in his ear. "Jesus Christ!" Blanc exclaimed, a little too loudly. He quickly explained what was happening down Island to the two DEA agents. Delaney sprung away quickly, heading for his car parked alongside the Town Hall. "One forty-two, suspect approaching," The call echoing through the darkness from the several vehicles parked behind the building. It came from a Sheriff's department vehicle hidden in the parking lot of the Chilmark Tavern on State Road. "Road blocks. Radio silence." A crackling response from a police sergeant in one of the vehicles. Orders to block all of the other roads leading out of the Corner Way were put in place instantly. As the dark brown Chevy slowly rolled up alongside the Town Hall, it's lights flashed once and the driver's side window rolled down. DeeDee ambled around the corner of the building, walking slowly up to the car. "Can't ya walk a little faster?" Rico asked derisively. He looked up at Dick Dalby for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. "Hands in the air!" Two officers had appeared from nowhere, one on either side of the car window. Eyes still on DeeDee, Rico slammed on the car's accelerator, speeding away down South Road. Seconds later, the sound of a crash and breaking glass came from just around the bend in the road.