This is the first of many short stories of a favorite childhood character of mine created by my Uncle Terry. The stories here are fictional and may have occasional instances of real world scenarios.
Detective Ryerson introduced himself to us in 2005 and he was on the hunt for a Rolex. He came in our store and advised us the gang was on the move and may bring in the watch and from then on he made sure we called him Moppy. He stated he was given that nickname way back at the beginning of his career because he was very good at locking up criminals. He left no further explanation and from then on we refer to him as Detective Moppy or just Moppy for short. Moppy has some extraordinary skills that will show as the stories unfold.
Moppy is 6'2 with thick jet black hair, steely blue eyes, and a muscular slim build. He wears a well trimmed beard and a fedora. His eyebrows are jet black and well trimmed like of the Metrosexual movement. He wears a trench coat for protection and to hide all of his gadgets. His senses are not of the human kind, his keen sense of smell is more like a K-9's. His sense of touch is extraordinary, he has the ability to unlock a bank vault in the matter of minutes just by touch and feel as the tumblers hit the corresponding notch. His watch not only tells time but is a communicator and has built in GPS. Keep in mind the first smart watch was not invented by Apple, it was created by Steve Mann and Linux was used as the OS back in 98. His Shoes have some cool features that are forward in design technology. They have a bounce feature that can enable Moppy to leap more than twenty feet over obstructions and yet land safely.
The city Moppy works and resides in is set in a beautiful sleepy town in Oregon near the coast. It has mountain trails, zip lines, parks and a beautiful waterfall. The city itself was incorporated in 1860 during the gold rush to California. The town folk mostly know one another by name. The big industry here now is call centers and government operations. They have several coffee shops, cafes and bistros. Only a handful of fast food chains operate here which is nice. Locally sourced and grown is the theme. Drugs were never an issue until crystal meth and opiates hit the market. Now Moppy has his work cut out for him along with his comrades.
Moppy found out the name of one of the gang members by way of using the Pawn crime data base which gives law enforcement information on all pawn transactions within their district. He tracked down the serial number of the watch and then was able to get a name and address. He then set up surveillance at the perp's address and made descriptions of all comings and goings. He began to notice several young men with the same distinctive tattoo on each of them. They were carrying large packages into the home from a plain white box truck. This was going to turn into something far more sinister than just some thugs stealing watches. Moppy didn't realize the FBI had these guys under surveillance as well.
Moppy has had many dealings with the FBI over his twenty year career and in most instances these cases work out without incident.
The next day Moppy was continuing his observance of the home at 8259 Barrington Ave S just west of downtown. He proceeded to run the tag on the big box truck and then run an ID check on the driver. To his dismay the driver ID check is registering to a 63-year-old white male with an address in Albuquerque, NM. He ignored this piece of information and continued research on the tattoo's and photos for a possible match. Just then he gets a knock on his window, it was an FBI undercover agent signaling for him to lower his window. Moppy stated "I need to see some ID before I roll down any window." The agent whipped out his badge and pointed his finger in a down motion. Moppy steadied his hand on his revolver and slowly lowered his window. The Agent recognized Moppy and wanted to give him a heads up that the entire house was under surveillance by the FBI special contraband task force and the DEA. Moppy took a note of the situation and advised the agent he would back off. The agent stated "These guys are under a watch that spans the Eastern Seaboard." Moppy drove off in his 2016 Metallic Gray Mustang GT in a fury of pure American muscle and began to search more about the case and the home on Barrington Ave.
He went to the Pawn shop where the Rolex was originally pawned and advised them of the situation so far. The owner of the Rolex and the Broker would need to work it out. Moppy was not going to let this go, he knew that something was not quite right with the FBI agent code-named "John." He knew the agent from a previous homicide case back in his early twenties. Moppy then immediately hacked into the FBI database using his lab in a tavern inside a rock covered quarry, which kind of resembles an old mine shaft. Moppy is an expert at covering his digital tracks. His IP's span the globe and he uses many cyber techniques that even the best trained cyber detectives would never figure out. He learned this skill during training in the U.S. Navy during the first gulf War in 93 against Iraq. The FBI agent John, turns out, no longer works for the FBI and is a convicted felon for being on the take during the John Gotti Era.
The investigation as it churns will scale and turn into a possible turf war with Moppy being at the center of it. At the end of the day the cover up will sink some prominent careers and will end up in prison for drug trafficking, fencing stolen goods, and dealing in illegal weapons sales.
Moppy needs to figure out the gang's next move and who is really behind their operation. At first he was thinking it was a Mexican Cartel. He knew he needed to check in with the precinct and get updated on his other pending investigations. While at the office he overheard a conversation about a gang members interaction with a beat cop on the south side of town. You see Moppy has extraordinary hearing, he can hear conversations through walls, barrier walls, even sound proof studios etc... you get the point. Detective Gleason spoke about the interaction and stated the cop had to shoot the suspect and was now in the hospital. He was in ICU and may not make it. Moppy knew he had to get to the hospital and talk with this suspect before it was too late. He finished his morning briefings, gave the inspector an update on his current cases and headed to South Monroe hospital. This investigation is under the radar because he does not know who is behind the operation. He knows once the case opens up to the public there will be heavy scrutiny on the people involved. Also he is reasonably assured when he puts the leaders in prison it will help him get promoted to a lieutenant which translates into more high-tech toys for his lab.
While at the hospital he changed into some scrubs and portrayed himself as a LPN. He found the admitting chart and went straight to the young man's room. An officer is outside his door standing guard. Moppy needed to make sure his credentials were in order and his story line did not make the officer suspicious. " How are you doing officer Peterman?" Moppy stated in a very low tone. " I am doing just fine,what can I do for you?" the officer stated in an authoritative way. " I need to check his vitals, is he conscious?" Moppy said. "They just checked his blood pressure an hour ago and yes he is conscious" the officer stated. Moppy thought for a moment and said "Oh let be more specific, I need to draw some blood and check his glucose levels." The officer said in a growl "Be my guest just don't be long, I am heading to the café and don't have any relief." Moppy zipped in the room and immediately began to ask Pedro questions, which he found out was the patient's name by looking at the outside chart. Moppy said "who do you work for and how much do you know about the operation?" The patient looked up at Moppy with a dumbfounded look and stated in broken english "you are a nurse why are you asking these questions?" Moppy looked back at the door and said "here is my badge, I am undercover and I need to know who you work for?" If you can give me some names I will make sure you get a lighter sentence. Pedro stated "I am going to be deported so who cares about a trial." Pedro said "If I give you a name they will kill me." Moppy pondered his next move realizing he only had a few minutes before the officer would be in to check on Pedro. "Okay Pedro I understand your situation, the witness protection program offered by the US Marshall's office can protect you" Moppy stated. He is really bluffing just to get something to go on. Pedro leaned into Moppy and said "I think his name is Max and he has a Russian accent." Moppy left the room quickly and sped off looking for more information. He went straight to his lab. He began a massive search for anything Max and Russian related.