Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 28

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Heart Of A Spider - Season 1 - Episode 28

“Punk, there’s no way you’re going to escape,” she jeered.

The boy’s whole body slumped. His breathing sounded quick. “What’s wrong little momma?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Look at my good leathers. You caused them to be ripped from top
to bottom.”

The boy raised his thick eyebrows. A second later he let out a long low whistle.
“You have nice slender legs. You wanna go for a ride in my car? I know this perfect romantic
spot. It’ll be me and you, the moon and afterwards a lovely skinny-dip in the bay. What do you
say?”

Claire reached into her back pocket. Pulling out her police badge, she thrust it under the lad’s
nose.

“I’d say you forgot to mention the condoms, punk. Not to mention you’re not old enough to
own a driver’s license.” Claire clipped the boy behind his left ear. “Start walking.”
The lad m0aned just before he stood. He sighed and walked back towards the jewellery shop.
Kendal hated physical exercise. He preferred to use brainpower to catch a criminal. He skirted
the tables. The only exit the boy carrying the black leather briefcase could take just happened to be
the one he stood at. To run through the influx of shoppers flowing through other entrances, he
decided the idea wouldn’t be in the teenager’s thoughts.

Kendal watched the boy’s every move. The teenager fidgeted, watching his friend being
tackled by a woman. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other before beginning to move in
the direction of the undetected man wearing a long black duffel coat.

“Come to Poppa,” muttered Kendal.
The boy went from power walking to running in a matter of seconds. Kendal moved fast.
Kicking his chair, he sent it skidding across the floor and into the boy’s path. The briefcase slid
across the tiled floor, banging against the closed exit door.
The boy swore heavily, crashing face first to the floor. Blood poured from his broken nose.
He clawed his way to a standing position by using the chair. He stood swaying looking into the
eyes of a tall man.
Kendal reached for his handcuffs, quickly tethering the boy’s wrists behind his back.
“Start walking towards the table directly in front. To make sure there are no mistakes sit at the
table which has one chair missing.”
The boy dropped to all fours. Kendal reached for the boy’s collar, dragging him to a standing
position. They stared coldly into each other’s eyes.

“Sorry about your broken nose. My chair went skidding across the floor when I stood.”
The boy closed his eyes. He made a drawback sound in his throat.

“I’d swallow the spit if I were you,” warned Kendal, lifting the boy’s hands towards his
shoulder blades.
The boy swallowed before screaming. “You’re breaking my arms.”
“You’ll live.”
Claire escorted her lad towards the table.
“Have you been to a party and didn’t invite me?”
“Sugar, next time, I’ll chase the close one.”
A security guard came running over to help. He agreed to watch the two offenders. After
swiping the briefcase off the ground both detectives marched to the jewellery shop to interview the
owner.
“Morning Sir how’s the head?” quizzed Kendal, strolling into the jewellery shop.
The tubby man looked up. Both hands were pressing into the sides of his head.
“How do you think I bloody feel? Some mongrel bloke king hits me, steals ten grand worth of
watches and rings. A whole week’s work out the window and you want to know how I’m feeling.

Save your sympathy. What I need is a cop. One is never close when you want one.”
Staring directly at the man Kendal chuckled.
“Don’t piss me off. Who are you anyway? A car salesman, an insurance inspector, or some
religious person I don’t want to know?”
“You’re wrong on all counts.”
“Whatever it is you’re selling I’m not interested. The day has already started out bad and it’s
not even 10:00am yet.”
Kendal produced the man’s black leather case then pulled out his police badge and introduced
himself. “I’ve good news, we caught the two offenders.”
“There were two thieves?” he snarled. “I could have sworn there was only one, by the way, he
snatched my briefcase and ran. I apologize. Thanks for coming to my rescue. I’m indebted to you.

If there’s anything in my shop which takes your fancy the piece of jewellery is on me.”
“No thanks,” insisted Kendal politely.