Cuffed

By "Mark Paul" Sebar

The 8th Wyler Scott novel "CUFFED" opens with a subtle start that begins to build as the days drag on. A vicious serial killer from the distant past, The Screwdriver Killer is finally up for trial or is he? Then there are the gangbangers in the desert, a horrendous family murder, a high speed car chase, angry Indian Gods and surprises that will forever change the Wyler Scott landscape for longtime readers of the series. Pressure mounts on Sheriff Wyler Scott and his deputies as things pick up to a fever pace for the ultimate unexpected.

• Language: English
• Publisher: "Mark Paul" Sebar
• Release date: Aug 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781930246591

"Mark Paul" Sebar

My most important love is story telling of fictional tales, far away places, memorable characters, great beginnings and surprise endings. I can author work across many genres comfortably. If I can connect with you my reader, then I did my job and we are hopefully, both happy.II don't try to author woke, politically correct content, but rather entertainment value work. I like to think of my stories as having a 'Movie in your mind' and if I connect with a reader that way, I have done my job.From my "Sheriff Wyler Scott" franchise to the "CalHouse" Technological terror tales of the 21st century, to a diabolical Veep at Weasle Mortgage and Loa in "$$$Amount Due$$$" to a dying man kidnapped in place of a woman by grey aliens on a disc in "Captura" ... I like my readers to be able to visit all types of places. Even in time, take "Skyway Arizona" where a 747 makes an emergency landing in the year 1885. Or a future detective "Turbadia" a detective from hell for the bad guys who seems unstoppable, to a religious scifi confrontation in the future "Thunder Dead" God versus the Devil and grey alien.It is that imagination, the travels with the characters, the places they have been, a hopeless situation turned around, this is what is important, an escape from the real world for several hours to go on those adventures and meet new characters.That is my world and I hope it 'Rocks your mind' for several hours. Humbly yours, American Author, Poet, Filmwriter and Songwriter, "Mark Paul" Sebar.

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CUFFED

Wyler Scott # 8

By

Mark Paul Sebar

Copyright © 2016 All Rights Reserved

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Before you consider reading this story. It is the number eight story in the Sheriff Wyler Scott Series. There are character tie-ins from previous Wyler Scott stories that if you have not read them already, will make a great deal more sense. This story ties in with the first Wyler Scott novel Contact of the Forestry Kin the second novel Idyllwild the third novel The Trail To East Mohave the fourth novel Broken Canyon as each previous story pulls in characters that are in this novel. Likewise, this story has a very close tie-in with Wyler Scott # 5 The Chocolate Mountain Murders, Wyler Scott Novel # 6 Tahquitz and the # 7 Wyler Scott Novel The June Lake Incident. So for a better experience, if you have not already read the older titles, please read the previous Wyler Scott novels first. Thanks!

Sebar Publishing

First Printing 2016

ISBN 978-1-930246-59-1

Copyright all text and illustrations in this story © 2016 All Rights Reserved

Library of Congress, United States of America

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Index

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Resources

Chapter 01

It was a windy day in late November. Clarence Culligan was seated behind bars when his attorney, Justin Timber approached. Hello Mister Culligan. It appears the extradition charges back to California have gone through.

They didn’t waste a lot of time, did they? he asked.

No, they did not.

How bad is this going to get? Clarence asked him.

Ever hear of DNA?

Why no, I reckon I never did, he replied.

Justin took a step closer to the bars. Do you remember the OJ trial in 1994, he asked.

Clarence was about to ask when he realized that it was better to say nothing. He shook his head no. Have you contacted my other son, Chet Culligan?

We think he is located in the Phoenix area. My son and daughter flew there now to locate him, Clarence replied with doubts.

Angie was with Seth at Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix. Let’s get to that detective’s office, she instructed and Seth grabbed the bags as they made their way to a taxi ride.

Mohany was at the edge of the Salton Sea. Behind him, a desert breeze blew cold weeds and dirt, and his jacket collar flapped in the cold desert wind that snapped at his face. He was glancing out at the water waves driven by the breeze. Mohany closed his eyes and reached out with his mind on a gut hunch and it came to him. There was darkness everywhere and he could sense an occasional bubble or two. This place was cold, thick, lonely, forgotten to the world. He could sense the loneliness. There was something evil, deliberately evil about the entire thing as he opened his eyes. Then he realized things as he whispered in a hushed tone. I know. His eyes glanced about the surrounding desert that bordered the smelly Salton Sea. I know, he sighed, shook his head and then turned around. Parked off Highway 111 was his truck. He walked back to it, and then took pause for one more moment, to glance back at the Salton Sea. Where to go from here? he asked himself.

Mike had gotten his pants on and Shirley was busy lying in bed this morning. Ya know what I need, she called out to him as he secured his shirt, tucking it in his pant and then began working on his tie.

What? Mike asked her.

I need a brand new red cah, she replied.

We already gotta cah, he reminded her.

No, she shot back. I mean my very own little red cah.

The woman, Mike rolled his eyes smirking at her as he made his way into the bathroom. The woman gets married and now she needs a brand new red cah. Mike started his electric toothbrush going.

Well, mistah, I am going to get a red cah of my own, she called out as he finished doing his teeth.

Then Mike used a gargle rinse, spit it into the sink, wiped his face, and sprayed some cologne on his neck and face. He exited the bathroom. And how am I, a lowly little cop on a small cop’s salary going to buy you, he gestured with his hands as though it were a personal big deal. A brand new red cah?

I’m your wife, she rolled over in bed.

Yeah, so what, Mike replied.

And we are getting a brand new red cah, she added, folding her arms in protest.

Mike paused a moment as he buttoned up his new suit jacket. Look, he waited, catching his breath. I got to get to the Hemet station, he told her. Why don’t you look around today and we’ll talk about the red cah later?

That’s fine with me mistah, she smiled, blew him a kiss and winked.

Hey, I look great this morning, he replied.

Ya look like shit mistah, she broke an even bigger smile and Mike frowned, followed by a grimaced smile and then a sarcastic expression.

And ya like me like this, He blew her a kiss, walked to the doorway of their bedroom. Later honey, he turned and exited, she rested her head back on the pillow with a smile implanted on her face.

Mike got in the old car glancing up at the tall San Jacintos this cold day, with the pines thousands of feet atop the peaks. Palm Springs and highway 111 were bustling with life as he took the drive north towards the merger with the I-10 freeway.

About 25 minutes had passed and Shirley was all dressed up when a knock on the door caught her attention. She exited the bedroom, glanced through the door’s peephole and then unlocked it. Mohany was there, hat in hand. Well, Mohany, Shirley broke a big smile. Come in. Can I make you some hot coffee?

Uh no, Mohany stepped inside.

So what brings you here? she asked.

I am on my way back to the station and I was hoping to catch Mike.

He just left around a half hour ago, she informed Mohany.

Hmmm, I see, Mohany replied. I guess I’ll catch him at the station.

That’s exactly where he is heading, she replied. Then she held her chin in thought for a moment. Uh, you have this esp thing…right?

Sometimes, Mohany’s smile changed to one of suspicion.

Okay, I was talking to Mike about getting a new cah, she told him.

Mohany broke a sudden big smile. He closed his eyes and his smile grew deeper, which seemed to delight Shirley. The red one is just you, he replied.

Oh, I love you, she wrapped her arms around him in thanks and happiness.

I think we’re both already married, he gently pushed her back. Besides, I have to get back to the station.

Mike will be stunned, she mused.

Mohany rolled his eyes. Yes he certainly will. You can bank on that.

He’ll be so surprised when I show it to him, she was giddy at this point as Mohany made his way to the door, turned a moment, fixing his hat atop his head. In more delightful ways than one, he winked and then left.

Shirley began humming to herself as the door closed shut.

Mike was entering the station when Bubba summoned him. Sheriff’s offices, briefing of some kind.

Yeah, yeah, Mike waived and then headed down the corridor past the break room.

Inside were several deputies and Detective Mario. They all turned when Mike entered. Wyler was seated behind his big desk, his tie neatly hanging from the collar and a piping hot coffee sitting before him. Mike walked in like a bigshot. I’m here, he announced, and James rolled his eyes.

We’re just waiting on the Under Sheriff, Wyler informed him.

Oh, Mike replied in a bit of deja vu. I thought maybe it’s something I done.

Nope, Wyler replied. A briefing while I’m gone.

Sheriff, the gang problem in Palm Desert and that area is growing worse, Mario told him.

Mohany entered the office. Morning, Wyler gestured. Sleep well? he asked Mohany.

I always sleep light, Mohany walked to his desk side. Going after Culligan?

Yep, finish what should have been finished long ago, Wyler replied. It’s time to lock up the screwdriver killer and make him stand real justice.

How do we know it’s him? James asked.

Because he told me, Wyler replied.

I remember in my college days reading something about those crimes. They were big in the news during that era, Mario added.

Yeah, and it will be big once more when I get what is needed, Wyler replied.

Uh, sheriff, if you don’t mind a question here, why not send a detective or deputy, why you? Mike asked.

It’s personal, Mohany chimed in.

In what way? Mike continued at Wyler.

The screwdriver killer raped and murdered his victims with a screwdriver. He left a string of deaths, and one young girl at 10 years old. Wyler steeped his hands as he sat back in his leather chair, then shot forward. It’s personal. Time to shut down this old monster before he does it again.

Sounds like he liked it, Mario added.

That is exactly why I am coming back with the DNA to put an end to Culligan once and for all, Wyler replied. Now Mohany here, will be in charge while I am up north on business. He’ll run the department’s business so it is the same as if I am here. Wyler stood up from his chair and walked around to them. The gangs in the desert I suspect are key to a lot of local issues, Wyler continued. We stop them and we stop a lot of problems, particularly bigger things that may be festering in the community and county.

I agree, Mohany stepped forward to all of them. Not to worry sheriff, we’ll all be here when you come back.

Good, Wyler patted him on the shoulder. I’m counting on it. Then he left them.

Mohany sat back in Wyler’s chair. Hey guys, in the briefing room in about ten minutes. Mike, we need to talk. Mario, please close the door behind you.

Mario suspected something was up. He took one last glance at Mike and then left, closing the door behind him.

So? Mike asked leaning forward on the desk, glancing Mohany in the eyes.

I was out at the Salton Sea this morning, gazing a cast upon the waves and dark waters out there.

And, Mike gestured in his impatience.

And there’s a body out there somewhere, Mohany told him.

Mike shook his hands and rolled his eyes. You’re telling me, he grinned. From what I’ve seen out here, there’s a lot of bodies.

This is different, Mohany informed him.

What makes it different? Mike asked sarcastically. Is it a magic body?

No, Mohany calmly replied. It’s a dead body like…one that was to be in a certain trial.

And how do you know that? Mike shot back. That Indian esp stuff?

Exactly, Mohany kept his cool, his glance never wavering from Mike. Why is he out there?

Beats me, Mike shrugged.

That’s it, isn’t it? He was going to somehow beat you in court or so you feared, so you set him up?

Look, Mike got a bit perturbed. When someone is trying to stick me with a big sharp knife, it gets in them first. I had every right to defend my life.

It’s not just about that, Mohany replied.

Oh yes it is. If it is who I think it is, this guy got aced by bad people, others he crossed, Mike continued. He was responsible for many of those dead men, women and need I add, kids in those vans. Human slavery, drugs which also resulted in deaths, not to mention, Mike broke out in a big arm gesture. Sticking a knife up my ass! Had he made his point to Mohany as he stood back?

Mohany closed his eyes a moment and he saw the deaths of many, as they flashed in his soul. I stopped by your place, he informed Mike.

Yeah, Mike replied.

I think your new wife is getting a red car, he broke a modest grin.

So what da fuck else is new, she thinks I’m a fucking bank, Mike replied.

Well don’t feel bad, Mohany relaxed a bit. I’m sure it will be worth a ride or two.

Uh, do ya know something I don’t? Mike asked.

Just that it is red. She seems fixated on that color for a new car.

And? Mike was inquisitive.

And it’s a car, Mohany continued.

Look, you got that futuristic esp thing right?

Sometimes, Mohany replied.

And that means she’s up to something and you won’t tell me or you don’t know? Mike gestured, as Mohany remained mum. Should I call her?

She’s probably shopping for it right now.

Yeah, Mike wiped his lip. That’s what I’m afraid of.

Well, I think I got the answer to my initial question. Probably time to head to the meeting with the others and get things coordinated. The two men got up and exited the office.

Wyler pulled up in front of the home and Ileen opened the door as he got out of the truck. He was physically tired, but rather mentally invigorated at what he was about to embark on as he ascended the steps to the front porch. She wrapped her arms around him and they both embraced, with the San Jacinto’s clearly in the background.