“Hey Josie, are you done with the repairs to patrol car 340 yet?” Earl walks over to where Josie was working.

Josie comes sliding out from under the patrol car she was working on. She was in the process of draining the oil. She looks up at Earl as he stood in front of her.

“Yes, so is patrol car 451 and 254 as well. All three are ready to go back out on the road.”

“It’s about time.”

“If you would recruit people who know something about cars. I wouldn’t have to go back and fixed their screw-up.” Josie hated going back and fixing other mechanics messes.

Earl just looks down at Josie “you’re lucky you still have a job. That stunt you pulled with officer Becker the other day should have gotten you kicked off the force. If you weren’t such a good mechanic, you would have lost your job.”

“Officer Becker deserve what he got. He was being a jerk for running his mouth and slapping me on my ass like he did. I should have decked him harder.” Josie had been bent over the front end of a car when he came up behind her.

She was standing on a step stool, so she could reach further under the hood. Officer Becker had slapped her hard on her ass after he said she was lucky to have a job being trans and being the brat of known felons. Her mother was in jail for killing a Federal Judge and her father was in jail for computer hacking.

He had broken into the criminal database of the New York police force and erasing people’s police records. He had somehow found a way into their system and access the National Database that stored people’s police records and was erasing anyone’s who would pay him to remove theirs. He would also create warrants and false arrest records for the right price as well.

Josie had been raised in a boy’s group home where they learned she preferred to wear girl clothes, instead of boy clothes. She had been picked on and bullied by the older boys. They bullied her for not only wanting to dress like a girl but because of her size and looks. She was only 4-foot 5-inches tall and had feminine looks.

She was lucky a police family had taken an interest in her. They had no problem with her being trans or the offspring of a bunch of felonies.
They took her in and showered her with love. She never had birthday parties or even experience Christmas with her birth family. Those days were just another day for her. Her birth parents cared more about their lives then they did about her. She had been invisible to them and was lucky if she got anything.

The family she went to live with after the group home, cared about her and encouraged her. They didn’t hold her past against her. They showed her how parents were supposed to love and care for their child.

Her foster father was a grease monkey and taught her everything he knew about working on cars. She would help him any time he did repairs to the family cars when he had time. They restored a 1968 Chevrolet Nova together. Her foster parents still had the car.

Her foster father helped get her a position in the police motor pool because of how good she is. Most of the mechanics in the motor pool didn’t mind working with her, but there were a few that either didn’t like her outright because of her gender or because she was better than they were.
The other reason they didn’t like her, was because she was the offspring of two felony’s serving time. Her foster parents wanted to adopt her, but her birth parents wouldn’t give up their rights to her. So, when they did a background check on her. Her parent's jail sentence came up.
She was lucky her foster father had some pull on the police force.

“Well next time, don’t hit him.” Earl turns and walks away from her.

Josie watches as Earl walks away from her. Officer Becker was an ass and people knew it. If he wasn’t so connected and well liked. He would have been kicked out several months ago. He had the habit of harassing the female officers and when one complained about him. They were either transferred to another division or given meter maid duties.

She was too valuable to her garage right now, so she was yelled at instead. She crawls back under the car she was working on and finished up the repairs. Once she was done with the police cruiser, she moves to an unmarked car and does a brake job on it. She curses when she pulls the wheel off and spots how chewed up the rotor is in the vehicle. She looks at the assignment sheet to see which officer or detective this car was issued to.

Officer Jack Thomas had been the last one to use this car. She wonders if that imbecile knew that you can’t wear brakes down like this? She goes about tearing the brake system apart. She checks the rear and they were just like the front. Once she has the brakes tore down, she heads to storage to see if she has them in stock.

As she is checking the shelves, for the rotors and brake pads “Hey Josie, I need your help for a second.”

“Alright coming.” Josie goes deeper into the parts department.

As she walks past a stack of tires, she is hit on the back of her head and knocked out. The thing she sees before she passes out is a guy wearing a black mask.

“Quick, tie her up and stick her.”

A guy dress all in black secures her hands and sticks a needle into the side of her neck. Once he is done with that. He rolls her unconscious body up in a tarp and carries her unconscious form out the same entrance he used to come in. He dumps her into the back of his pick-up truck and drives away from the police garage.

Several Hours Later:
“Oh, my aching head.” Josie’s head felt like it was ready to split in two.

Her mouth was dry, and it felt like she was laying on a concrete floor. She tries to move her arms, but they were shackled above her head. She tries to move her legs, but her ankles were shackled to whatever she was laying on top of. She could tell she had no clothes on and she had pain coming from between her legs.

She couldn’t see anything at all. It was pitched black and the air was cold.

She screams out “Help me, please!” several times.

After screaming for the fourth time and not getting any replay. She moves her hands together to see what was securing her hands. She feels a padlock securing the metal cuffs around her wrist. The cuffs they used were a little loose around her wrist. Her adopted uncle had taught her how to escape a pair of handcuffs before, without picking it. She dislodges her thumb and after several tries manages to slip one of her hands-frees.

She was exhausted from freeing one of her hands. However, she wasn’t about to give up. She resets her hand and manages to do the same thing to her other hand. She manages to free that one. She hears some keys and put her arms back up above her head, as a door opens letting in some light.

She sees a figure she has never seen before standing in the doorway. He comes walking in and over to her. The room all sudden gets very bright. She shuts her eyes and slowly open them.

What she sees is a middle age man, that was on the pudgy side, with very little white color hair on his head. He looked to be in his late fifties, early sixties.

The room she is in looks to be some type of storage room you would find on a ship. She was indeed naked and laying on top of a concrete slab with her hands and feet bound. There was a burn scar on her upper left shoulder. She hadn’t noticed any pain from it.

“Ah, I see you are awake, that’s very good.” He cups her breast and gives it a little squeeze.

Josie doesn’t respond or flinch when he grabs her breast and squeeze it.

“I’m afraid this size won’t do. We’ll need to enlarge them some.” He removes his hand from her breast.

“Where am I and who the fuck are you?” Josie was pissed.

“You’re on a private yacht heading for South America my dear girl. You see, your father made the mistake of not carrying through with his agreement he made in prison with my employer. So, you, unfortunately, are going to have to pay your dear old father’s debt back for him. After we have some work done to your body, that is.” An evil smile appears on his face.

“That’s what you think, you bastard.” Josie slams her fingers into his eyes as she traps his head between her legs.

She squeezes her legs tightly to cut his air off. After a few minutes of choking him with her legs. She searches his body for keys. She finds them in his pants pocket. She unlocks her legs and push his unconscious body up on the slab and secure his arms and legs. She searches him some more to see if he had a gun or something but doesn’t find anything useful.

She checks the door to see if it was still unlocked and it was. They probably figure since she was secure, that they didn’t need to lock it or post a guard outside the door. She finds the right key and locks the door behind her. She notices the light switch next to the door. She turns the lights off inside the room. Let him see how he likes it.

She grits her teeth from the pain from between her legs. She looks around seeing if she could find the engine room. She finally finds it and slips into the room. A smile appears on her face as she spots a tool chest. She locates the fuel feed to the engines and shuts it off. She also disconnects the cables going to the generator powering the yacht. She grabs the wrench she can find and wait to see who comes through the door to fix what she did.

The door opens, and a sailor comes walking in. She swings the wrench and knocks him out. He didn’t have a weapon on him, but he did have a shirt she could wear. She slips his shirt off and put it on. She uses his shoes laces to tie his hands behind his back and duct tape to cover his mouth. She grabs his radio and drags his body back to the room she left and toss him inside.

Her left shoulder felt a little stiff from where someone had burned a tattoo or mark on her skin.

She sneaks up the stairs he came down and makes her way towards the bridge. She had no idea how many people were on this boat, but she needed to make her way to either a radio or over the side of the boat. She hears a person speaking Portuguese coming from the radio. She knew it wasn’t Spanish. There was a person where she lived that spoke Portuguese. She listens as the person repeats what they said again. She finds a place to hide as she watches as several men run by her location and head down the stairs towards the engine room. She knows there was going to be no way she could beat all these men. She heads towards the galley and grabs a few bottles of alcohol.

She starts pouring them out as she backs out of the galley. She found some matches and sets the alcohol on fire. She knows these boats have fire alarms. She finds someplace to hide and wait for the men to come and put the fire out. Once smoke from the fire extinguishers and men start filling the area up, she slips out and up on the deck of the yacht. She grabs a life preserver and jumps into the ocean. She might get eaten by sharks and such, but it was better then what they had planned for her.

She swims as far away from the yacht as possible. She has no idea how far out she is from land or where she is, but she was getting as far away from the yacht as possible. She does keep an eye on the yacht to see which direction it was heading since she did set fire to the galley.
She keeps swimming as far as she can.

When her arms get tired, she uses the lifesaver ring she took off the yacht. She rests her upper body on it and just use her legs. As it starts getting dark, she spots a US Navy vessel heading her way.

“HELP!” she waves her arms trying to get their attention.

“HELP!”

Petty Officer Third Class King was on watch when he spotted a figure bobbing up and down in the water. He takes another look to make sure he saw what he saw.

“Captain, there is a person in the water off our Starboard side.” King still had eyes on the person.

“Get alongside slowly and come to a stop.” Captain Carlos had his own binoculars and saw the person as well.

Josie saw the naval vessel pull up next to her. Several drivers jump into the water and swim over to her. They attached a safety vest to pull her up out of the water.

“Get her down to medical.” King and another sailor help Josie down to medical.

Doctor Frist examine the young woman that has been fished out of the ocean. She had a bump on the back of her head. She also had marks on her wrist and ankle. A second-degree sunburn on her arms and legs.

After Josie is done with the Doctor and given some clothes to wear. She is taken to the Captain and First Officer. She tells them what happened and what she did to escape. The Captain informs her that they were just off the coast of Virginia. She is escorted to the galley, so she could get something to eat. The Captain allows her to contact the New York Police department to let them know she is still alive. She didn’t want the NYPD to waste resources for her. A helicopter from Norfolk flies out to the Destroyer she is on and flies her back to the mainland. She
is set up in a hotel room by the NYPD.

She’s informed by her supervisor, that Detective Ramirez and Detective Gacy were coming down to bring her back. The USS Oscar Austin was the Destroyer that found her. They also found the yacht that she had an escape from.

The Coast Guard couldn’t do anything, because of the owner of the Yacht. Who happened to be the guy that kidnapped Josie, had Diplomatic Immunity. Josie was pissed that nothing could be done against him, but to repair his engines, we're going to cost him a fortune to fix. She really messed up his fuel system and the generators on the ship. Plus, the damage to the galley she caused as well.

The hotel room she was given wasn’t too bad. It was at Lansdale Traffic Circle and the Norfolk Police Training Center was just up the street from the hotel. She couldn’t believe she had been kidnapped right out of the NYPD maintenance garage. She knew the person who had called her to help them, but she couldn’t remember what their name was.

She runs a bath and gets into it. The Captain of the Austin was nice to her. As she sits in the tub thinking about what happened to her. She knew the first thing she was going to do was find out from her father what bargain he made with the guy that had kidnapped her.

She closes her eyes and relaxes. She also would like to know who had sex with her when she was unconscious. The doctor on the Austin did a rape kit on her. She just relaxes as she just soaks. When she feels her eyelids start to get heavy, she gets out and heads towards her bed, after making sure the door to her room was locked.

During the night, she wakes up in a cold sweat and looks around the room. It felt like someone was touching her. She pulls the sheets tighter around her body and slowly falls back asleep. She shivers as she sleeps.

In the morning time, she goes downstairs for the continental breakfast. She makes sure that she sits where she can see people coming and going. She wasn’t going to expose her back to anyone. She tries to eat, but only manages to drink half a cup of coffee and eat half a banana.
She goes back up to her room and waits for the detectives to come and take her home. She knows she is going to have to explain what happened to her, but the navy and coast guard said they would send over the report they had to the detectives.

Around 2 p.m. the detectives from division 54 show up.

Detective Ramirez was of Mexican ancestry and had relatives in the Hampton Roads area. Detective Gacy’s family, on the other hand, was of Irish descendant and several of his family members have always been New York City cops.

Josie tells them what she remembered and what the Coast Guard had discovered when they tried to arrest the occupants of the yacht. The bastard was using his diplomatic immunity to avoid being charged with kidnapping and abuse.

The Detectives were surprised when she told them she jumped off the yacht and swam away from it. She knew she was lucky that a US Destroyer came by and spotted her. By the time they left the hotel, they had a good six-hour drive ahead of them.

By the time they reached where she lived in New York. She was ready to get out of the car. She knew the detectives were too. They had stopped by the NYPD maintenance garage to get her belongings. They give her a ride back to her place. When she went inside her place, she could tell someone had gone through her belongings.

“Looks like someone tossed your place, officer Josie.” Detective Ramirez was looking at the mess.

“I think your right, but what they don’t know, is I have hidden cameras watching my apartment.” Josie goes over to a Hello Kitty statue she has that had fallen from her bookcase.

She picks it up and hands it to the Detectives “normally, where it sits. I can see my front door. So, it should have pictures of whoever came into my place.”

“We’ll look at it when we get back. Are you going to be alright?” Detective Gacy was concern about Josie.

“I’ll be fine, Detective Gacy.”

Josie knew she had a few more cameras hidden in her place that would tell her who it was. However, she won’t do anything about it. She’ll give the information to the Detectives and let them deal with whoever it was.

Josie spends most of the night cleaning her place up. By one in the morning comes around. She is exhausted and ready for bed. She grabs her gun from her purse and keeps it close while she is in the shower. When she gets out, she locks her bedroom door and lay down on her bed.

She slowly starts to fall asleep by three in the morning. She made sure her gun was nearby if she needed it.

When she wakes up in the morning. She is feeling tired. She didn’t allow herself to fall into a deep sleep. She makes a cup of coffee and sits at her kitchen table listening to the news. As she is sitting and drinking her coffee. Her cell phone starts ringing. She picks it up and notices it was Detective Gacy’s number.

“Hello?”

“Good morning Ms. Sexton, we have arrested the cop that assisted in kidnapping you. I know you said you didn’t see his face, but you did say you recognize his voice. Could you come down to the station and identify him?”

“Sure, I can be there. I’ll see you in an hour.”

“Okay, be careful Ms. Sexton.” Detective Gacy ends the call.

Josie changes into a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. She tucks her handgun in the small of her back and grabs her car keys. She heads down to the parking lot to her silver and black 1971 Plymouth Duster.

As she is heading towards the police station, she notices two SUV’s following her. She steps on the gas pedal to speed up and tries to lose them. She glances back and notices they were keeping up with her. She floors the gas pedal and dodges in and out of traffic. Her duster had over 800 horsepower and a street legal performance transmission. She also had a nitro system as well.

She glances in her rear-view mirror and watches as the SUV kept track of her.

“Okay, you like to play, so let’s play.” Josie whips her Duster around in traffic and starts charging towards them.

The driver of the SUV couldn’t believe what the woman they were tailing was doing. She had changed direction and was coming straight for them. He tries to dodge out of the way and hits a parked car. The other SUV saw the silver and Black Duster coming straight for them. The driver turns into an alleyway to try and escape it.

Josie pulls her cell phone out and calls the police dispatcher.

“This is officer Sexton badge number 178524. I’m chasing a black Chev SUV heading west down a back alleyway near 45th street. We’re in the 3500 block. I need an assistant.”

“Alright dispatch.” Josie taps the rear bumper of the SUV.

After a while, Josie could hear police sirens and the SUV starting to slow down in front of her. She lets off and stops her Duster as the SUV stops and is surrounded by twenty police officers.

Josie gets out of her car with her badge held high “Police in plain clothes.”

Two of the police officers pull the occupants out of the SUV and arrest them. Josie recognized Sergeant Harrison as he walked towards her. He was always nice to her whenever he came down to the garage.

“Are you alright Josie?” Sergeant Harrison was concerned about Josie.

He had heard what happened to her. He knew she was a good mechanic and knew there were a few officers that were prejudice against her. Some of them he had suspected had been responsible for what happened to her.

“I am now. Thank you for showing up.”

“Any time. So, can you tell me what happened?”

“I was on my way to see Detective Gacy when I spotted two suspicious SUV’s following me. I tried to lose them, but they managed to keep up with me. So, I turned the tables on them and turned my Duster around and started coming towards them instead. The first SUV didn’t want to play chicken and hit a parked car. The second turned down this alleyway and I chased them down. I tapped their rear bumper several times. I called the dispatcher on my cell phone and she sent you guys. The rest you know.”

“Well, let’s get you to Detective Gacy and you can tell him and his partner what happened.”

“Okay, Serg.” Josie gets into her Duster and heads towards the precinct that the Detectives worked out of.

Josie drives over to Division 54. She parks her Duster and heads inside the building. She had to show her badge a few times to carry her weapon through the precinct. She is escorted to the Detectives.

“Sorry for being late, Detectives.”

Detective Ramirez spotted Josie walking towards him and his partner.

“You’re a little late.”

“Sorry, Detective. I ran into some problems on the way over here. So, you think you have the person responsible for kidnapping me?”

“Only you can confirm we have the right person. If you’ll follow me.”

“No problem. I know what he sounds like.” Josie follows Detective Ramirez and Detective Gacy to the interviewing room.

Josie notices that Officer Becker was in the line-up with several others. Detective Ramirez has each one step forward and says, “Hey Josie, I need your help for a second.”

When it gets down to Officer Becker, Josie already knew it was him that called her name.

“That’s him, Detective Ramirez. It’s officer Becker. He called me in the back to help him.” Josie couldn’t forget Officer Becker’s voice.

“Are you sure Josie? You’re accusing a fellow Police Officer?”

“I’m positive, I might not have seen him, but I never forget a voice.”

“Alright.” Detective Ramirez gives the okay for the officer to escort the people away.

Before Josie leaves, she calls Sergeant Harrison to see what happened to the guys she played chicken with.

14th Division:
Sergeant Harrison was working on the paperwork from booking the men sent after Josie. They were paid to capture her again. The person who hired them was a diplomat and couldn’t be touched.

Just as he was getting up to get a fresh cup of coffee, his cell phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Sergeant Harrison, it’s Josie.”

“Hey Josie, what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering if you found out who those men were that came after me?”

“They are hired muscle, Josie. It seems that the Diplomat you escaped from, wants you back.”

“Well, I’ll be happy to introduce him to some of my toys.”

“Don’t worry about him, Josie. We’ll handle the matter.” Sergeant Harrison knew a few things they could do to convince the diplomat to leave Josie along.

“Okay Sergeant. I’ll leave the matter in your capable hands.” Josie ends the call.

She glances at what time it was and figures, she’ll go to Micky’s and get some lunch.

Josie slaps the alarm clock as it goes off. She pulls the blanket back over her head. She had another nightmare last night. She had woken up scared and frightened again. The nightmares were becoming less from her ordeal from last year.

Josie falls asleep again and after the alarm goes off a second time. She turns it off and drags herself out of bed. She wasn’t looking forward to work today. She had to go and see her counselor, before reporting to work. It was mandatory, because of what she went through last year.

She heads to the bathroom and set the water temperature for her morning shower. She steps into the shower and let the water cascade down over her short petite body. She fingers the mark on her left shoulder that had been burned into her skin. When the Detectives investigated her
case, they found she wasn’t the only one who had been kidnapped or blackmail.

A special task force had been put together to rescue the girls, women, and boys that had been taken. According to the rumors she heard, the task force was composed of some of the best police officers, FBI, NSA, DEA and DSS agents around. The leader of the task force was a former Navy seal and NCIS agent.

He had paid her a visit to learn what had happened to her. They had talked for eight hours. He had picked her brain for every piece of information she had. She gets out of the shower and gets dress. She had her NYPD T-shirt on and a pair of faded blue jeans. She also had her work boots on. She places her badge on her belt and grabs her shoulder holster and place her gun in it. She might be only a mechanic, but after what happened last year. She never leaves her place without her gun. She heads down to her Duster and head to the counselor office first. She spends an hour there with her counselor. The department was picking up the tab because she had been kidnapped while she was working. Afterward, she heads towards her new post.

After what happened to her, she was transferred to another garage. Instead of working on cars, she was working on boats. She had been transferred to Harbor patrol. It didn’t bother her, she could work on anything.

Her boss at the harbor patrol liked the fact she was so small. The reason, because she could fit in places other mechanics couldn’t on the boat. Some of the guys she worked with, liked her Duster.

They had been surprised a small woman like her had been assigned to the boatyard. They were also surprised, that a woman her size, would drive a car so powerful. They were amazed that she had built the motor and transmission for the car as well.

Her boss sent her to be certified on the boat motors she worked on. He had spoken to her old supervisor and was informed she was a trouble maker, but a good mechanic. He also learned that the reason she had been transferred, was that she was the one that had been kidnapped.

She parks her car next to Big Tony’s custom pick-up truck. He was proud of his truck. He did all the custom work on it and like her, rebuilt the motor. He has been talking about joining the Truck Night in America show to see how well his truck does. He already applied and was waiting to hear from them.

“It’s about time you showed up for work.” Henry spotted Josie walking over to the piers.

“I had a doctor’s appointment this morning.” Josie boards the boat her and Henry were taking out for testing.

She was the third-best mechanic in the yard. The two over her have been working at the boat maintenance yard longer than anyone else. It was all thanks to her natural mechanical talent.

The engine and all the electronics had to be replaced. The wiring harness had caught fire. The spark from a worn wire had ignited the fuel line. The crew had been lucky the boat hadn’t exploded.

“You ready for the test ride?” Henry knew Josie didn’t have much experience on boats.

“Sure, why not.” Josie felt a little nervous being on the boat, but she hid it.

It brought back memories of the yacht she had escaped from. Her new supervisor had asked if it was going to be a problem when she arrived. She reassured him that it wasn’t going to be a problem.

Henry watched as Josie held onto one of the bars in the cabin areas. He increases speed as they traveled down the Upper Bay.

“The engine and the electronics are working nicely, don’t you think?” Henry looks at Josie.

“Yeah, everything looks to be working okay.” Josie tries to relax, but she was having a hard time doing it.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Don’t you like the water and boats?” Henry noticed Josie was a little scared.

“I use too, until last year.” Josie takes a deep breath and tries to center herself. She was safe, and no one was trying to kidnap her again.

Josie turns the boat around and heads back to the pier. She could see Josie was doing everything she could to calm down.

“So, you were the one that had been kidnapped?” Henry heard about it, but he didn’t know it had been Josie.

“I would rather not talk about it, Henry. It’s something I’m still overcoming.” Josie takes a few more breathes to calm down.

“Okay, so have you heard that Larry is going to enter the boat race in June?” Henry tries a different tactic.

Josie looks at Henry “why would I want to know about Larry entering a boat race?”

“Because he was going to ask you to help him with his boat. He knows how good of a mechanic you are. He figures anyone that can build an 800-horsepower motor for a car. Is someone that could help him build a powerful motor for his boat.” Henry had spoken to Larry about bring Josie on.

“Oh, I feel like an ass, now.” She looks down towards the deck in embarrassment.

“It’s okay. If what I heard about you is true. I can understand your attitude.” Henry smiles at his petite small partner.

Josie releases the handle once they pull up to the pier. She starts tying the boat up to, so the evening crew can take it. She felt better, once she got off the boat and headed to another boat in the boatyard to work on.

Henry watches as Josie tie the boat off and head into the boatyard to work on another boat. He wonders how bad her experience was.

“Is patrol boat 48 ready, Henry?” Jason comes walking up to Henry.

“Yep, she’s ready to go and stop some crime.” Henry tosses Jason the keys to the boat.

He catches them as he passes Henry. He couldn’t wait to take his favorite boat out.

“Be easy with her. She just got out of the hospital.” Henry heads towards another boat he was working on.

Josie works on patrol boat 69. The motor had a miss in it. She performs a few tests to locate the cylinder that had the miss. She finds the
cylinder and tests the spark plug going to it. The sparkplug was doing its job. She slips a camera down inside the cylinder and looks inside the cylinder walls.

The walls of the cylinder were scorched. She was going to have to tear down the motor and rebuild it.

“How bad is it, Josie?” Sergeant Williams had gone to check on Josie. He ran into Henry and asked him about Josie.

Josie looks down towards Williams “it’s going to need a complete teardown and rebuild. The number four cylinder is badly chewed up.”

“Dam, alright I’ll get Kevin to pull the trailer into the garage. That way, you don’t have to work out in the sun.” Sergeant Williams climbs the ladder up to the boat.

He spot’s Josie sitting on top of the motor with her gauges and remote switch. She had grease on her face and was wearing a pair of blue gloves.

“You’re a mess.”

“You think? Whoever 69 assigned too, did a piss poor job of keeping her clean. There’s oil caked up on the engine and her battery ends are almost gone. They turned them upside down and used a screw to tighten them. She’s going to need a good cleaning when I pull the engine out.” Josie couldn’t believe how dirty the engine compartment was.

“Well, you’ll have all the time to get her straight. We might retire this boat and get a new one. Give me a list of what needs to be done. As for the engine, you have my permission to start work on it.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Josie gathers all her gauges and such up. She closes the engine department and climbs down the ladder.

“So, what else do you want me to work on?” Josie looks towards her boss.

“Why don’t you go and give Jamie a hand with boat 72. He’s having a problem tracing down an electrical problem.” Sergeant Williams knew Jamie could use a hand.

“No problem.” Josie puts her gauges and tools in her portable tool kit and head to help Jamie.

She and Jamie get boat 72 fixed and break for lunch. Most of the crew grab from the roach coach that comes around. She walks across the street to a mom and pop food truck and buys a few tacos, a soda. After paying for her meal, she walks across the street and sits at a picnic table the guys had set up for eating outside.

While Josie is sitting and enjoying her lunch. Her cellphone starts ringing. She looks at it and notices it is from Riker Penitentiary. She presses the accept button “yes, I’ll accept the charges.”

There a few seconds as the phone clicks over and the warning all calls are recorded.

“Hello, Dave are you there?”

“I don’t go by that name anymore, David. My name is Josie Sexton. I would prefer if you call me that.” Josie gets frustrated with her birth father.

“Look, you’ll always be Dave Copeptin to me. The reason I am calling you. Is, I need you to give a gentleman I owe money too, some money. He’s been protecting me in here and he wants the money I promise.”

“Well, that’s sound like it's your problem, David. I don’t have that type of money.” Josie only $10,000.00 in her saving account. That was from all the side jobs she did and cars she flipped.

“Look, I’m not asking you for the money. I have the money, but you’ll have to go and get it for me. It’s in a safe deposit box and the key is in your bunny rabbit, Roger. I knew it would be safe there, because of how much Roger means to you.” David knew his son would hold onto his stuff rabbit.

“So, that’s why someone broke into my place. They were looking for the key to your safe deposit box.” Josie remembers coming back to her apartment after escaping from her kidnappers and finding her apartment torn apart.

The detectives working on the case never found the two men who broke into her place. They had pictures and put out an A.P.B. on them. So, now she knows what they were looking for.

“I didn’t tell anyone about that key, Dave. Still, I need for you to get the money and take it to an address for me.”

“First off David, I told you I don’t answer to Dave anymore and why would I do this for you? You and Kelly wouldn’t terminate your paternal
rights to me when the Sexton’s wanted to adopt me, first off. Then I get kidnap by a human trafficker you owed. He kidnapped and raped me and planned on selling me. So, tell me why I should do this for you?” Josie was still steaming with anger.

“Because you’re my son and if you don’t do this for me, you’ll have my death and your mother’s death hanging over your head. Also, what you experience before will be a cake walk, compared to what will be coming your way. They won’t be coming for you, but your foster parents and your Duster.” David was going to get his son to do what he wanted, one way or another.

“You do know, I’m a New York police officer and my foster father is as well.” Josie didn’t like anyone threatening her adopted family.

If anything happened to her Duster, she could live without that. She would miss it, but her foster parents meant the world to her. They have been the only family she has had, and they encouraged her to be who she was.

“I know Dave and that doesn’t mean anything. So, are you going to do what I requested of, Dave?” David knew he had his son.

“FINE! I’ll do this for you, but you better not call me again.” Josie hates that she was being blackmailed to do this deed.

“I thought you would see it my way, Dave.” David stretches out Josie’s old name.

Josie just ends the damn call and was ready to throw her cellphone. As for her lunch, she tosses it away. She didn’t feel like eating it anymore. She was too upset to eat.

Josie heads back into the garage and starts tearing down the engine from harbor boat 69. She would rather put her anger to good use. By the time it was time for her to knock off. She had the engine completely out of the boat and torn down on her workbench. She checks everything and wipes her tools down.

Does Josie wonder if she should tell Sergeant Harrison about what her father wants her to do? She locks her tool cabinet up and heads towards her Duster. She needs to inform him about the conversation she had with her birth father. She dials his number as she heads towards his Precinct.

He had been promoted from being a patrol officer to be a Detective at the 54th Precinct. Detective Ramirez transferred down to Norfolk, Va. and his old partner became Detective Harrison’s new partner.

54th Precinct, Detective Division, W 54th St, New York, NY:
Detective Harrison was reading the email he received from his older brother down in Augusta, Georgia. He had been promoted to Internal Affairs, after collaring a major drug dealer and corrupt police officers. His brother didn’t go into detail about the case, but he did say one of his CI’s had helped him. That same CI was helping him again with a problem at the training academy.

“You know something, I would love to meet my brother’s CI. They helped him take down a major drug dealer and exposed police corruption at the same time.” Detective Harrison looks over towards his partner.

“I would like to meet this CI. How did they manage to fret out police corruption and help capture a drug dealer?” Detective Gacy looks at his new partner.

“I’ll ask my brother, next time I talk with him. How’s your daughter doing?” Harrison knew Gacy’s youngest daughter was having problems at school.

“She’s still having a problem, but hopefully the tutor we got for her, will help out.” Gacy hopes the tutor can help his daughter bring her grades up or she’ll have to repeat the grade again.

Detective Harrison’s desk phone starts ringing. He picks it up “Detective Harrison, Detective Division.”

“Detective Harrison, it’s Josie Sexton I have a problem and I’m on my way to you.” Josie watched as the light changes to red.

“What’s wrong Josie?” Detective Harrison has been keeping an eye on Josie since she came back to work.

He knew she’s been seeing a counselor about what she went through and that she had been transferred from the garage she had been kidnapped from, to Harbor division as one of their mechanics. His friend over there said she hesitated whenever she was out on a boat, but as a mechanic. She was a valuable asset.

“I can’t go over it on the phone. I’ll be at your precinct in about twenty minutes.” Josie floors the pedal when the light turns green.

“Alright, I’ll see you then.” Detective Harrison ends the call.

Twenty minutes later, Josie shows up at the precinct. She spots Detective Harrison sitting across from his partner. She remembered Detective Gacy from when he came down to pick her up.

Detective Gacy spots the short mechanic him and his former partner picked up from Norfolk, Va. last year. He was still looking into her case from the burglary. He still hasn’t caught the people who broke into her place.

“Long time, no see Gacy. What brings you here today?” He hasn’t seen her for at least a year.

“I have a problem and some answers to why my place was broken into, besides trying to kidnap me again.” Josie couldn’t believe they wanted to try again after she escaped the first time.

“What’s your problem?” Both detectives look at Josie.

Josie looks around “can we speak somewhere more private?”

“Sure, Josie.” Detective Gacy escorts her and his partner to another room.

“Okay, what is your problem and what information did you learn?” Both Detectives were curious.

“Well, remember when my place was broken into, last year? Whoever broke into my place to kidnap me wasn’t only there for that, but a key my birth father hid in my bunny rabbit. He wants me to take that same key and go to a bank he has money stored and take it to an address or he’ll go after my foster parents and my Duster. I can live without my Duster, but I can’t live without my foster parents.” Tears were leaking from her eyes.

“Josie, it’s going to be alright. What is the address you are supposed to drop the money off?” Detective Harrison takes his notepad out.

Josie wipes her eyes and hands her cellphone to the Detective. She didn’t want anything to happen to her foster parents. Her father was close to retiring and her mother already lost a few friends. She was a cop, like her husband.

Detective Harrison leaves the room and runs the address. The place comes up belonging to the family of Kevin Sparrow. He was in jail for killing two police officers. He takes the report back to the room where Josie and his partner were.

While Detective Harrison was gone, Josie sat down and talked with Detective Gacy. The two of them talked about her trip back from Norfolk, Va. and her playing chicken with her Duster with those people in the SUV.

They stop talking when Detective Harrison comes back into the room. He had a printout in his hand when he walked in.

“What did you find out?” Josie was curious.

“The address belongs to Kevin Sparrow’s family.” He sits down at the table.

“So, I should go ahead and do what he wants me to do?” Josie looks at both Detectives for an answer.

“We’ll come along with you. Let’s see if it is the family or something else. Also, how did the courts miss this account?” That struck Harrison as odd.

“I don’t know, but I wouldn’t mind finding out. Also, it’s too late to do this today. I’ll have to do this tomorrow morning.” It was close to seven o’clock. She has been at the precinct for at least forty minutes or more.

“You’re right. Let’s meet tomorrow morning at 8:00 am.” Detective Gacy figures that will give them enough time.

“Alright.” Josie heads home.

Saturday Morning, 8:00 am., Atlantic Bank of New York:
Josie arrives at the bank and goes up to the teller “hi, I would like to access my safe deposit box.”

“You’re name and box number?” The teller watches the young boy in front of her.

When Josie opened her Bunny Rabbit, she found a copy of her old social security card and a fake Identity card with a picture of what she would have looked like if she stayed as a boy. She guessed her birth father used an aging program to age a picture of what she would look like as she got older. She was surprised that he had thought this far ahead. She also found the key as well. She fixed her bunny rabbit afterward and place him where he normally sat.

Josie shows the teller her id cards and social security card. The teller looks at the picture and then at Josie and back at the card.

“If you’ll follow me, please?” The teller leads Josie to the safe and escorts her to the safe deposit boxes.

Once the teller leaves, Josie opens the box and couldn’t believe it was loaded with money. She takes out the money that she was told to take. There was still enough money left. She debates if she should take the rest as well. She shakes her head and put the box back. She didn’t want to be indebted to her birth father or anything.

Josie walks out of the bank and back towards her Duster. She gets in and drives off. She could spot Harrison’s undercover car a few lengths behind her. There was another car in front of him, following her. When she stops at a stop light. She dials Detective Gacy’s phone.

“I have a tail.” Josie keeps watching in her review mirror.

“I see him, keep going.” Detective Gacy and Harrison spotted the other car when it started following her.

Josie goes to the house. It wasn’t in a bad neighborhood, but something didn’t seem right. She pulls up in front of the house and parks. She takes the gym bag with the money in it with her, up to the door and knocks.

Josie waits a few minutes, before knocking again. As she is standing there, waiting for the door to open, the car that had followed her. Stops right behind her car, blocking her from backing up and pulling out. Two men get out of the car and walk towards her.

“We’ll be taking the cash and you as well.” As the tallest of the two men spoke to her.

He had tattoo’s covering both his arms and part of his face. His companion stood a few inches shorter than him and had tattoos as well. Josie noticed that the taller one had an accent when he spoke.

“You know do know, I’m a cop, don’t you?” Josie spotted Gacy and Harrison getting out of their car.

“We know and if you don’t do as we tell you, your foster family will pay the price.” The taller one had a smirk on his face.

“Well, guess what guys. You two are under arrest for assaulting a police officer.” Josie had a smile on her face.

“Your funny, now come with us.” The shorter guy shows his gun.

“Put your weapon down and raises your hands above your head. You’re under arrest.” Detective Harrison and Detective Gacy had their guns out and pointed at them.

“Damn!” Both guys put their weapons down and had their hands up.

“Oh, by the way. The goons my birth father send after my foster family will have 45,000 police officers after them. Pass that along to my birth father.” Josie watches as Detective Harrison’s and Detective Gacy arrest the goons.

Josie takes the gym bag back to her car. She wasn’t going to spend the money. She was going to put it back where she got it from, but in a different account under a false name.

Several Weeks Later:
Josie is sitting at her foster parent’s kitchen table having morning breakfast with her family when she comes across an article of an inmate being murdered in Riker’s prison. It goes on naming her birth father as the person that was killed along with the man she was supposed to deliver the money for.

Josie’s father looks at his daughter and noticed she was smiling. He wonders why she was smiling “what’s so funny, Josie?”

“My birth father got his just reward, along with his protector.” Josie shows her foster father the article.