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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 12b (M/F) (258 lines)
January 17, 1998

Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments.  This is the fourteenth section of
a book that runs 26 chapters.  It is about half a chapter; it is divided
purely in the interests of an upload.  It should be attached to 12a as a
single chapter.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-
commercial sites.  Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 12b

Kathy was at home in her library playing with her electronic toys.  There was
a normal-appearing television set on a shelf in built-in cabinets, but it
wasn't normal.  Pressing a button raised a sliding panel above the set.
Behind the panel were two additional TV sets.  Using a remote control unit,
Kathy could watch the three network channels simultaneously; the audio came
from whichever channel was displayed on the main screen.  It was after eleven
o'clock and she was using the device to watch the three newscasts for coverage
of the Dangerous Criminals Task Force.  At the same time, a bank of videotape
machines in the ventilated cabinet below were recording all three programs.
Kathy smiled to herself thinking about her electronic overkill.  The three
operating tape units were in a bank of six.  The other three -- now idle --
were there against the possibility that she might want to tape cable channels
as well.  She was surprised to see that the coverage was even more extensive
than she had seen at six o'clock.  If broad publicity could be of value to her
program, she was getting the best that could be hoped for.

Just then the telephone rang and Kathy picked it up.  A familiar woman's voice
was on the phone, but Kathy couldn't immediately place it.  It certainly
wasn't Jane.  "May I speak with Katherine Smith, please?"

"This is Kathy Smith," she answered, sounding puzzled.

"Kathy, this is Julie.  Do you remember me?"

Memories came back in a flood.  How could she ever forget the large woman with
whom she lived for so many years.  How many years?  For some reason Kathy had
never been sure.  "Of course I remember you, Julie.  How have you been?  Where
are you?  How are the girls?  Are you still in the business?"  The questions
just bubbled out.  This was the first time she had spoken to Julie since she
left the house -- how long ago? -- in eight years.

She heard the familiar laugh she had not heard for such a long time.  "Slow
down, Honey.  I'm fine.  I'm in a new house.  Or at least at a new location.
You may not know it, but the old house was leveled for urban renewal five
years ago.  I don't think you want to know where I am now.  With your new job
you'd close me down and I'm too old to go into another line of work.  As far
as the girls go, there aren't any who were here when you were.  This is not a
business where a girl ages gracefully.

"I saw you on television tonight and I had to call you.  Honey, you are so
beautiful!  And I'm so proud!  There was the district attorney himself
introducing his new special assistant, Katherine Smith.  Kathy, your
achievements!  Yale University, and University of Virginia Law School.  My
God!  And in only eight years.  There's more.  First, I'm the only one around
who knows where you came from.  The *only* one.  And I'm not saying anything
to anyone.  Second, I want you to know that you're doing a wonderful thing,
and I sure hope you succeed.  I know you have a hard time believing this, but
it's true.  I'll bet you never thought of it this way, but those vicious scum
wreck my business.  Face it:  Places like I run aren't in the best part of
town.  We're in their territory.  They attack my girls and they attack my
customers.  I hope you put 'em all in prison!

"I guess you know by now that we operate pretty much in the open.  My girls
aren't hoity-toity call girls; customers come here.  Payments for certain
people to look the other way or not see certain things are a cost of doing
business.  The owner takes care of things like that.  I don't know who's
involved and I don't want to know.  But, Kathy, we hear things.  We're not on
the right side of the law but it's in our interest to get these dangerous scum
off the streets.  If I hear anything that sounds useful, I'll pass it on.  Do
you have an answering machine on this line?"  Kathy said that she did.
"Great.  Now that I've talked to you again, you'll recognize my voice.  I
won't leave any iden tification, just the message I think you should hear.  Be
careful, Kathy!  They might come after you.  I still love you, baby.  Good
night."  The connection clicked off.

Kathy reflected on the conversation.  Julie must have some very well-connected
friends to obtain her unlisted phone number.  However, she was not sure that
even the phone company knew where her telephone was really located.  Her line
ran to another address blocks away.  A private wire linked to her apartment.
She tried to summarize her feelings about Julie but could not.  She did
believe that she could and would maintain her secret.

The weeks following Labor Day were busy ones.  Pete assigned two assistants to
work with her.  Because of the public announcement of her appointment, there
was no question raised about her authority; they did their work.  After the
List had been circulated to police units, Kathy scheduled a series of meetings
including both unit commanders and patrol units.  She quickly discovered that
she would have to produce a success quickly or lose them.  The police -- both
male and female -- fully supported the effort.  They sincerely wanted to
protect the people and the men on the Dangerous Criminals list were
immediately recognized as the ones to get.

However, Kathy discovered what she started to think of as the "Washday
Miracle" syndrome: Yet another new laundry detergent is introduced to the
disdainful reaction, "Oh boy.  Another washday miracle."  The officers wanted
to put these targeted men away but had been trying to do so for years.  Any
number of special campaigns, usually announced with great fanfare, had
started... and failed.  Worst of all, she sensed a pervasive attitude, "The
good guys are losing."  She felt she had to have a success.

The first break came on September seventh, a Thursday.  Kathy had just
finished her first week, although Monday had been Labor Day.  She received a
call at her apartment from one of the district stations.  One of the men on
the List had been picked up by a patrol unit responding to the silent alarm in
a jewelry store.  Kathy was at the station twenty minutes later.  She
supervised the questioning and personally handled the bail hearing.  When the
judge was about to release the accused, Horace Brown, on his own recognizance,
Kathy contested his release on the grounds that Brown was already out on
parole.  He had been released from prison less than six months before.
Furthermore, Brown was already free on his own recognizance awaiting trial on
an Armed Robbery arrest only six weeks before.  Accordingly, the State wanted
Brown held without bail to await trial, or failing that, wanted cash bail set
at a minimum of $100,000.

The judge recessed the court for ten minutes and went to his chambers.  A few
minutes later the court reconvened.  The judge ordered Brown held in jail
pending the posting of cash bail set at $100,000.  Bail was not produced and
Brown went to jail.  Kathy wondered who the judge had called from his office
but it didn't matter.  The publicity of the previous weekend was working.
Better still, the news media, sensing strong public interest and support --
and hence ratings or circulation -- were maintaining their interest.  Kathy
saw a couple of reporters race for the telephones when the high bail was set.

When she returned to her apartment she saw there was a message on her
answering machine.  She recognized Julie's voice.  "Hon, I thought you would
like to know.  Word on the street is that Horace Brown is pissed.  He was
trying to make a score to pay the lawyer who's supposed to defend him in his
armed robbery trial!  Keep it up, kid!"  Kathy laughed and fell into bed.

The morning news led off with the story of Brown's arrest.  The morning news
anchorman reported, "Authorities will neither confirm nor deny, but the report
is that Brown is a name on the Dangerous Criminals list.  Assistant District
Attorney Katherine Smith, director of the unit, personally appeared to contest
Brown's release from custody on his own recognizance.  Such a release without
posting bail has been the procedure that informed observers tell us is normal
in such cases."  A still picture of Kathy had appeared when her name was
mentioned.  There was also a mug shot of Brown along with a review of his
recent arrests.

When Kathy arrived at the office in the morning, Pete gave her the thumbs-up
sign from his office while he was talking on the phone.  Kathy met quickly
with her assistants and assigned one to the Brown case.  "Jerry, there will be
no plea bargains, nor will the State ask for any continuances.  I want you to
prepare for trial as soon as possible and file this morning for the first
available trial date.  After you do that, check on his robbery bust.  Let's
see if we can take over that prosecution, too.  It's a heavier rap than
burglary."

The next morning Kathy saw a squib in the paper that caused her to chuckle.
It seemed that the attorney scheduled to represent Brown in his armed robbery
trial had withdrawn from the case which had been reassigned to her unit.
Kathy personally handled the prosecution and obtained a convic tion.  Brown
was sentenced to twenty years to life on the robbery charge and the burglary
charge was still awaiting trial.  Kathy refused to drop it.  She was delighted
at the effect of the Brown case on the police.

A few days later, everyone -- including the press and the public -- was
delighted when one of the men on the List was arrested for littering, and with
an assistant district attorney appearing for the State, was given the maximum
punishment, a $100 fine.  This was the subject of the lead editorial in the
paper the next day.  The editorial writer commented that the word was that
Kathy Smith was going after the people on the List and would prosecute
everything.  Going after littering and insisting on the maximum penalty
suggested she was serious.  The names on the list were never released, but
Kathy and her assistants were considered the bloodhounds.  Whenever they
appeared, the individual was considered to be on the Dangerous Criminals List.

Kathy met with Peter Mahoney.  Pete was grinning at her.  "Kathy, you are
getting it done.  It is absolutely brilliant.  You started with that press
conference.  You've been playing the media like a keyboard virtuoso.  You have
the public behind you and the media supporting you.  Most important of all,
Kathy, I think you have the cops on patrol starting to believe in you.  They
are the hardest ones to convince because they've heard so much talk and seen
so little action.  You know, I'm really proud of the selling job I did to get
you in here!"  He grinned broadly.  "But then His Honor, the mayor himself,
said I can talk the birds out of the trees."  Kathy stuck out her tongue at
him, and he howled with laughter.

The program moved ahead.  By mid-November, they had registered two convictions
and had twenty- three others awaiting trial.  A local paper started running a
Target Scoreboard with the number, 163, in the center of a target.  Below was
a bar chart with three bars.  The first was the number on Kathy's list, 163.
Below was a bar for those awaiting trial, now standing at twenty-three, and
one below for convictions, now numbering two.  Below that was a space for
acquittals, dismissals, etc., showing a zero.  On a Friday night in late
November, Kathy got home to her apartment at seven-thirty.  She smiled to
herself thinking that, given the hours she had been keeping since starting the
job, she had only worked half a day.

She thought of her lunch with Jane Ferguson earlier in the week.  They had a
window table at a luncheon club on the top floor of the bank building where
Jane worked.  Kathy was seated with her back to the window with Jane facing
her.  She looked at her and smiled warmly.  "I have never seen you look so
beautiful, Jane.  You are positively radiant!"  Jane was wearing a light grey
wool dress with a white cashmere cardigan.  Kathy was certain there wasn't
much underneath it.  The older girl was sitting upright in the chair with her
shoulders back and her head up.  In spite of the date, she still had a nice
tan.  Her brown hair showed golden sun streaks which looked beautiful.

Jane smiled warmly.  "Kathy, I just want to state the obvious.  First, I love
you and consider you my closest friend in the world.  By the way, I never had
the chance to thank you adequately for giving me a key to your apartment.  I'm
a little concerned, though," she added with a mock frown.  "I offered to be
your maid, or your slave, or anything else if I could only keep the room.
Since I still have the room, am I your slave?  I'm only asking, and it really
doesn't matter much -- maid or slave -- but I haven't told Bob yet.  What
should I tell him?"

In view of their very proper surroundings, Kathy was doing her best to swallow
her laughter as Jane went through her very straight-faced comic recital.  When
Jane finished, Kathy gave her the sweetest possible smile and said, "It's
lucky for you, dear, there are so many people here, or I would throw a roll at
you!  And you know how hard they are!"  Jane grinned broadly and Kathy added,
"Fur thermore, it's unfair!  You're sitting with your back to the room.  They
can't see you so you can get away with murder!"

That crack caused Jane to laugh as she was taking a sip of water.  The result
was that the water sprayed in Kathy's face.  While Jane laughed even harder,
doing her best to remain still in her chair, Kathy wiped her face with her
napkin.  "Boy, I can't take you anywhere!"  The two friends just grinned
affably at each other.  "Seriously, Jane, I wanted to thank you for taking
such care of my business affairs.  I honestly don't know how my bills would be
paid if you didn't do it for me."

Jane thought for a moment and then appeared to be thinking out loud, "Well,
let's see...  She gave me back my self respect, took about ten years off my
appearance..."

Kathy interrupted, "Twenty years."

"Well, fifteen maybe," Jane continued, "got me married... but...  I don't
know.  Now there's been a dramatic increase in internal wear and tear, so
there's an offset...  Let's me use her private pool, exercise equipment,
apartment...  Yeah, that's about right.  Now, against that I write her checks
at least once a month...  Sometimes more.  Or at least the computer does, but
I have to push the buttons all by myself...  and...  and I have to sign them
all *by hand*."  Jane appeared to come out of her reverie.  "You know Kathy,
you're absolutely right!  Please buy me a check signer with a signature plate?
You can't appreciate how hard it is to sign your name... by hand... *in ink*!
It wears a girl out.  It really does."

Kathy shook her head and grinned.  "Okay, I know when I'm licked.  I'll let
you know about the other thing.  I think slave sounds kind of nice, though,
don't you?"  Jane daintily stuck out her tongue.  "See, there you go again!
Next time I get to sit facing the window."

Then Jane's facial expression changed as she changed the subject: "Seriously,
Kathy, there are some things I wanted to talk about.  First, Bob and I would
like you to spend Thanksgiving with us.  Would you please?  It's our first
Thanksgiving together and it's special.  All kidding aside, you made it
happen.  And Bob is looking younger every day.  He claims it's the exercise.
Second, we are so proud and impressed with what you're doing in the DA's
office.  You know Bob's well-connected politically around the state.  Some
people who are never impressed by anything are starting to be impressed by
you.  You know the ones: the court-house types who are always there.  The guys
who never change are starting to think about changing.  Bob is really
impressed, and not just because it's you, Kathy.  Honest.

"Finally, Kathy, a new subject:  Bob got a call early this week from a man
named Charley McCann who owns a bar near the Naval Base.  It does a great
business with the sailors, I understand.  Of course, I don't know anything
about sailors."  Jane rolled her eyes and continued, "At any rate, he needs
some financial help, and he called because he was an old friend of Sam
Jenkins.  Bob remem bers Sam speaking of him as his oldest friend.  Do you
think you might be able to do something for him?"

"Of course, Jane.  Give me his name, address, and phone number.  I'll go see
him.  By the way, are you going to continue to be Bob's secretary?"

Jane, who had been neatly writing out Charley McCann's name and address,
looked up at Kathy as if she had a screw loose.  "Lady, are you crazy?  Do you
think for one minute I would quit and let my oversexed husband bed someone
else on the office sofa every afternoon?  Speaking of which, I better get
back.  Bob is very easygoing provided I'm there for my principal duties of the
day."  Jane gave a big wink and allowed Kathy to see her rubbing her groin.

When she returned to her apartment, Kathy stripped off her clothes, and took a
quick shower.  'My Lord, I have this beautiful shower but it has been months
since I've been able to really enjoy it,' she thought.  With her hair wrapped
in a towel, she picked up the phone and called Charley McCann.

The phone was answered with the words, "Charley's place."  Kathy asked to
speak to Mr. McCann.  An older voice came on the phone, "This is Charley."

"Mr. McCann, this is Kathy Smith calling.  I understand that you spoke with
Bob Ferguson earlier this week.  He suggested I call you.  I'm Sam Jenkins'
niece."

"Miss Smith?  Good heavens!  Are you the Kathy Smith I see all the time on
television?  I'm honored.  I would be proud to meet you any time you say."

"Would it be convenient if I came by tomorrow afternoon?  Perhaps about four-
thirty?" she replied.

"That's fine!  I'll be here and it should be kind of slow then.  I'm looking
forward to it."

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