'Unfortunately, this story is partly based on true happened events. Several details have been altered in order to make the story ‘just a story’ though.
....Walking there, she suddenly noticed the police station. She had never been there as she had never needed it, it’s easy to go blind on things you don’t need.
Assuming a police station at the very least entailed coffee, she decided to step in.
‘Good night, young lady, how can I help you?’ she was greeted in a friendly way. The place was deserted, except for this police officer behind a high reception desk.....
...With the part of the bodypart still on his gloved hand (Fred was very happy he decided to wear those now, mostly to avoid Todd from pulling the leash so hard it scraped the skin of his hands), Fred just tried to walk as swiftly as possible to the police station. He wanted to be able to put it down, to instantly forget about it.
More curious people would probably have tried to retrieve where Todd found this special item that’s usually attached to a certain type of human being. Fred did listen if he heard some sound of someone formerly being attached to it, but quickly decided this wasn’t for him. He wasn’t a medical expert. Even if he could find the other part of the human, he had no idea how to reconnect them?! Not in this case.
Besides, he didn’t hear anything, other than the screeching of seagulls. That’s all he could bare at this time.
Though Fred was the kind of guy to help someone in need when there was one (he had been very helpful to friends who got their fishinglines caught in their hands, with a special pocketknife he kept for such occassions, that had extra strong tweezers in them), he wasn’t the strong stomach type. He knew right away he could not and would not provide the help needed here. Besides, he hadn’t heard Todd attack someone brutally -he was quite sure he would’ve heard Todd growl at the very least when such an occasion would occur. He didn’t know Todd to have a mean type of character, that wasn’t like him. He was instantly sure, in fact, that all Todd did was find the item, not the cause of it being lost. So Fred didn’t feel responsible for the item he was given by Todd.
‘We’ll go to the police, explain where we were, then go back home, to bed, alright?’ Fred spoke to Todd, like he was an actual person, instead of a dog. A dog that was really only interested in being able to run, jump, fetch sticks and other funny items, have food and a roof over its head. OK and the occasional petting, of course.
Todd simply allowed Fred to take the leash he had been walking around with, so it now had an actual purpose. Todd helped to pull Fred over the uneven bits, as Fred wasn’t all that stable on his legs anymore. Nothing to do with tiredness there, Fred was simply not 18 anymore. Todd was excellent that way, a proper helpful dog. Just like he fetched the newspapers and any other mail when they were at home. A bit like a side table on paws, really.
They walked into town, through the Mainstreet.
They were about to reach the station. The streets were quite clean around here. Well, except for the gutters.
It was clearly the city center. Big bins everywhere, iron benches to dress the street as a shopping center, which it really wasn’t, stores that made it appear like a dead city right now as it was much too early to be open for any of ‘m. Pigeons, seagulls and crows fighting over pieces of bread, fries with mayonaise and pieces of pizza that were scattered on the floor of the said street. Todd watched some of it with quite a bit of interest.
‘No Todd, we have actual food for you at home’, Fred warned his dog. At the same time, he suddenly realised he might be headed for trouble. Would they let him go, would they believe him if he said he had nothing to do with it?
Fred was aquaintained with some of the officers at this particular station.
Not necessarily in a good way, he had to admit, which was what worried him a bit, but who is to blame on a Friday night, no? They had given him stiff reprimandes occasionally on his drinking behaviour, but that was what officers were there for.
Even when they gave him jailtime (only one night, really, to sleep off his hangover), they had taken care of Todd at the police station. The police might not be his best friend, they were not his enemy either.
He thought of it, while he hestitated one more time, watching Todd and watching the sun slowly creeping its way up the sky, licking its way into the Mainstreet, and then he walked into the police station. He wanted, more than anything right now, to get rid of that thing in his hand!
‘Good morning Fred, what the devil brings you in so early?’ officer Coutts enquired when Fred entered the building.
Fred only saw Coutts and some lost tourist on a bench.
Officer Coutts was on his nightshift, which meant he was supposed to go home in a bit. Inside the bureau there weren’t many officers left to share this time with him, as usual for this particular shift.
You were paid extra for it and, depending on your personal preferences, you had to take at least four shifts a month, or could have as many as twelve a month of them. It was one of the ways to get a little extra money in, if you needed or simply wanted it. Easy money, so to speak.
Officer Coutts was more or less expecting Fred to be so very drunk given his entrance at the police station at this time of day, but Fred walked a bit too straight for that. Also, he wasn’t singing the national anthem. Or telling where the best kebab in town was still being served at this hour. None of that.
In fact, officer Coutts thought that Fred actually looked a bit shaken.
Officer Coutts knew Fred and his drinking. This wasn’t drunken Fred. Officer Coutts was leaning against the desk, curious what type of story Fred was about to blab in his face.
Officer Coutts’ hairs were neatly combed back with some gel, making it look like fresh mawn grass, only brown. His small eyes looked determined. Like a proper officer, one could say.
Officer Coutts had just fetched some fresh coffee, which was below sight of Fred. The coffee kept him awake and concentrated, just what he needed at the ending hours of his shift.
‘Him’, Fred said, pointing at Todd, who was waddling its tail at some stranger, seated at the bench in the hallway, and answering officer Coutts’ question.
The dogs’ paws and tail were still wet and muddy from the walk in the sea. Todd shook his head a bit, losing a few drops of water on the tiled floor and the stranger on the bench, who giggled a bit. Fred didn’t really notice the stranger, he was too occupied with officer Coutts.
Officer Coutts had to admit to himself that Fred could use a shower aswell with the way his hairs were in every direction possible. Fred looked like the worst version of Jack Nicholson he’d ever seen.
Fred currently didn’t resemble someone who owned a home. Fred looked far more the type that usually slept under a bridge.
‘Ah, the dog. Of course. Did it bring you a nice present?’ Coutts smiled, kept polite.
It wouldn’t be the first time a dog was blamed for a visit to the police station. For any reason, really. They would bite, for instance, leading to victims reporting the attack at the station. Officer Coutts knew Fred to be quite an OK owner of his dog.
‘Well, sort of. I’m not sure what to do with this?’ Fred said, as he put what Todd had found on the counter, including traces of sand, Todd’s saliva and his own glove. As if it were a special plate in a restaurant, presenting the item, as it were.
It didn’t make the presentation of the object better in any way. Unless you were Frankenstein’s or Hannibal Lecter’s date.
‘Bloody hell! What’s that?!’, Coutts exclaimed, shooked. Before Fred could answer, if he had even planned to do so, Coutts answered his own question:
‘OK, it’s obvious what it is part of, but where did you get it from?’ officer Coutts looked at Todd, noticed there wasn’t any blood on the dog’s mouth, then took a rubber glove from one of the many cupboards they had under the counter desk, and put the part-penis in a plastic bag, wrote something on it, rang Forensics.
‘Hello? Yeah, Coutts here. I have something for you that needs...investigation’, he said, not knowing exactly what kind of investigation he or the object were in need of precisely. And he was surprised, to be fair, that anyone answered the phone at all at this hour. Then he remembered they worked with nightshifts aswell.
He was very sure it wasn’t his own job to do anything with it. Nor did he wish to. He looked at Fred again, who started to explain.
‘I have no idea where it came from, Todd fetched it, I took it out of his mouth and wasn’t really aware of what it was. It’s not exactly my usual “getting up” time, you see?’ Fred took a moment to cough before proceeding:
‘But I did think it used to be attached to someone who is in loss of it now. I didn’t hear anything though, I didn’t look around either, somehow the idea of someone being wounded like that, didn’t seem like something I want to deal with at this hour’, he put his gloved hand in his pocket to take out a handkerchief, blew his nose, then took the leash of Todd again.
‘So I’m just here to tell you where I found it, I wanna go sleep off my hangover, OK?’ this sounded like a reasonable request to officer Coutts, especially as he noticed how pale Fred looked, and Coutts doubted that had anything to do with the lack of sleep.
‘That sounds fair in itself, I just want to know for sure that you are certain that Todd didn’t bite this off of a person himself?’
‘No, I’m pretty sure I would have found a victim screaming for it then’, Fred assured officer Coutts.
Fred wasn’t the type of person to commit weird crimes. And even if he would be (because of course, one could never be certain of that), Coutts knew Fred wouldn’t go anywhere and everyone at the police station knew exactly where he lived. So he handed Fred a piece of paper to jot a sort of map down of where he had been walking Todd.
‘Thanks, Fred!’ Coutts said, though there was a trace of irony in his voice, as Fred left the station. Fred couldn’t be bothered. Why should a cop thank a man for bringing in a partial penis? That wouldn’t make any sense whatsoever indeed!
For perhaps the first time ever, Lily Cochrane was so very grateful that she had thought of spending time at a police station. Not only was it a proper safe place for a girl at this time of night, it now seemed she had been thrown quite a bone while seated there? She hadn’t visited any police station that much, but she did know it was, like a hospital, usually not the best place to be found. Either you were there to report a crime, or you’d be the criminal, right?
It had only taken a moment to realise that eavesdropping on conversations wasn’t just good for gossip in celebrities.' ×