The White Pearl

By Tania Giguere

Detective John takes you on a ride into a world of murder
and drugs. A gripping tale of how one man combats
the darkside of Chicago. Going under cover, John does
what needs to be done. He becomes what the city needs, a
detective that doesnt stop just because he has stared into the
devils eyes. Instead John takes out the trash, leaving nothing
to chance.
Im gonna fi nd that wolf. Im gonna fi nd his den and burn it
down. Take the dust and watchem crumble.
A compelling novel that grips you from beginning to end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514415863

Tania Giguere

Tania Giguere grew up in Michigan. She started writing in her middle school years, and continued through out high school, getting into trouble with her teachers, but still she remained faithful to her writing. Tania realized that when she wrote, it would bring life to the pages that were empty. Tania still continues her writing and has published a children’s book Goodnight Love, and a Young Adult fi ction, Hello my Friend. She also has had poetry published with, Eber & Wein. Also invited for inclusion in World of Poetry’s 1992 Edition of “Who’s Who In Poetry.”

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Copyright © 2015 by Tania Giguere.

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Rev. date: 11/10/2015

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty One

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Four

CHAPTER ONE

T he alarm goes off and it sounds like a fog horn, echoing in my brain. I reached over to slap at it, but of course, I missed the damn thing. So I rolled myself closer to the side of the bed, to turn the beeping off.

Man, I hate that sound, but I hate getting up more.

John places the pillow over his head, hoping to drown out the morning, for just a while longer. While laying there on his back, he stretches out his arms, but never removes the pillow from his face. Then slips back into unconsciousness and dreams of his lost love. He holds her close, kissing her lips so tenderly and gently caressing her. Then brushes her hair back away from her face, she giggles rolling over on her side. Both of them lost in each other, when something awakens him. But what? John doesn’t know. John never knows what wakes him, when he dreams of her.

He tosses his head and the pillow falls to one side, and he’s left there still laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The memories gone, the thoughts lost. But John knows, that they will always return, that he will never forget his true love.

Finally forcing himself to get up, he walks to the bathroom, and feels around for the light switch. Click.

God, now I’m blinded by the light.

A good song, so John hums a line or two in his head, as he washes away the last evidence of last nights party. He thinks about the girl that he was with, he can’t quite place her name, but she was a beauty. She had a sweet smile with long dark hair flowing around her neck. The red dress that she was wearing, was cut deep around her breast and very inviting. When she accepted the drink that John had sent over, he knew that she would be his.

But she was just one of a dozen, since John had lost his love, so many years ago. He doesn’t even think of love or long relationships anymore. He dreams only of her, the woman that held his heart, the woman that made him complete. He knows that there is no other, that could ever replace her. She touched his soul in a way, that changed him forever.

With eyes closed, John finishes drying his face off, then tosses the towel on the counter of the sink. He leans in and looks into the mirror. Turning his head from side to side, thinking of how handsome he was for his age. Being in his late thirties, and with the lines that have started forming around the outside of his eyes, have only added character to their deep blue color. He then ran his thick strong hands through his black hair and smiled.

Life hasn’t kicked your butt yet, John.

Still in his briefs he heads slowly to the kitchen. First things first, a cup of coffee. He pushes the button, and it starts brewing, filling the small apartment with it’s aroma.

Now that’s what I like this early in the morning.

Then he pours himself a big cup, with no sugar and no creamer. Just strong and black. Nice and hot. John enjoys every sip as he kicks back in the kitchen chair. Time to unwind. John thinks of nothing as he sits there, even though he knows, that this new night club is bringing death into his city.

When he had finished his cup of coffee, he pushed the cup away staring at it, as if it were going to tell him something.

If only you were my crystal ball. If you could only tell me, what the future holds.

He sat there in his chair looking at the cup. What, no answers for me? No thoughts on the matter? John taps his fingers on the kitchen table.

Okay then, time to move, time for me to get motivated.

So he slides his chair out and heads back to the bedroom. He searches his dresser drawers, and finds a t-shirt with a sweater to go over the top of it, and a pair of blue jeans. The ripples of muscle in his stomach tightens as he pulls on his jeans, and the t-shirt that he slipped over his head, is snug around his midriff, as the muscles bleed through. Then with a quick snap he pulls the sweater over his head. He looks around for his boots, only to find them laying in the corner of his room. He walks over and grabs them up, then heads back to the kitchen, for another round of coffee.

As he walks by the kitchen table, John reaches down and picks up his cup. He holds it high in the air, studing it hard and moving it back and forth.

What, still no thoughts? Nothing coming through your porcelain skin? Well that’s just fine, because I can figure this one out on my own.

John fills the coffee cup to the rim, he takes a big swig. Now that’s a mean cup.

With his head much clearer, John leans back on the kitchen counter. He puts his thoughts together thinking like a dealer. John has dealt with many of them out there on the streets, but these new guys are way above that scene. John knows that he has to think on a different level. On a level that just involves money and murder. What would he do to make the gold?

John sets his empty cup in the sink, with his thoughts still running a mile a minute. He reaches down and scoops up his boots, then walks over to sit on the couch, when he feels a shot of pain shoot across his back. He straightens up a little and gives a moan, to many fights with to many arrest. He pulls the last boot on. Then heads back to the bedroom, and over to the dresser, where his badge laid on a small blue doily, that his love had bought him. He never did get rid of it, because it held the memories of that morning, when she had surprised him with it.

She had the biggest smile on her face, as she was telling John, just how proud she was of him. Proud of how much he had done to help the city, and how much he had given to help keep it’s people safe. Proud that he had earned his badge. John closed his eyes, and he could see her in her purple nightie, dancing over to the dresser. There she opened her hand, then placed his badge, so carefully on the blue doily and laid it back down. He remembers telling her, your putting my badge on a doily, a blue doily! As he walked over to her, placing a hand behind her head, kissing her passionately before saying, I love you.

Now he opens his eyes to stare at the badge. Wondering, if it’s all still worth it. Wondering, if she was still so proud of him. He placed a hand on the blue doily, as he lifted the badge, the light from the ceiling fan sparkled off of it.

My love, you understood just how hard it was to be an undercover officer. John held the badge tight within his fist. And you were right, it does have it’s rewards. Like putting away the scum in this city who kill without a thought. Locking up the druggies who sell their death to the weak and the unexpecting. Yes, this all makes for a good day in the life of, John.

He then hooks the badge to his belt, as he looks over at his baby. John always hangs her on the top of the bed rail. Always within reach. Always ready to fire. John can never be to careful in his line of work. He knows that the people he deals with can not be trusted. He reaches over and slips on his shoulder holster, giving baby a quick pat.

Back out in the front room, he grabs up his black leather jacket, and heads out the front door. Going down the steps of his apartment, he sets off all the dogs in the neighborhood, and they start barking. John shouts out to them.

Quiet! Way to much noise this early in the morning.

He shivers a little then picks up his pace going down the stairs. Falls setting in and the wind is blowing. He cuts through the parking lot and hits the sidewalk. John looks back as he always does, a habit that he’s picked up from working on the streets. Watch for everything and know everything around you.

John’s walking at a good pace now, when he notices some of the low lifes in town, hanging out in front of the stores. Some of them dealers, some of them trying to make a deal, and some who owe John, for saving their asses.

Hey, it looks like bumsville around here! John shouts out.

Yeah man, whatever! They shouted back.

Whatever? I’ll lock your asses up, that you can count on. John mutters.

Then he puts his hands in his pockets, and thinks back, to when things were much better in this part of town.

It was a place where you would see families out walking, and enjoying their morning together. Kids riding their bikes around and talking with the store owners. Parents that didn’t have to worry like they do today. But all John sees now when he looks around, is that things need to happen, to bring back them good old days.

Another crossing light. I can’t believe it. How many of these things are in this city?

Excuse me, sir. I just need to push the little red button.

I’ve already none that. The man answered.

Well maybe the light will change faster if I push it again, sir.

John smiles at the man, as he pushes the little red button. But the cars just keep coming, and going every which way. Horns are sounding off at each other like they were having a conversation. John shakes his head, and waits for the light to change. When it does he jogs across the street dodging the on coming people, and wonders, where in the hell do they all come from. He takes a quick look at his watch…

I still have time for a quick stop at the cafe, before heading into the station.

Again he jogs across another street, and down a couple of stores to, Mike’s Golden Expresso. John opens the door to the cafe, to find the place packed.

If I had my car this wouldn’t of happened. I would of already been here and gone.

Hey, Mike. John calls out, as he tosses him a wave.

John, how ya been doing? I was wondering, when you were going to show up. Your usual?

Sounds great, Mike.

John moves around the people who are waiting at the counter. Mike makes a large cup of coffee with a shot of expresso in it.

You know Mike, I let those clowns at work talk me into going out last night, and leaving my car at the station. Now I’m on foot.

Mike chuckles as he asked, Where did ya’ll go last night?

We went over to the Bar and Grill, and blew off some steam. It’s a great place to cut loose. But I will never leave my ride again. Next time Mike, I will be the designated driver.

Sure, John. Mike smiled, as he handed him his cup of coffee.

Just be careful out there, John.

I always am. John throws up a wave.

Then he shuffles around the people waiting at the counter, and makes it back out the door of the cafe. The wind has picked up, so John holds his cup tight, this time he runs across the street, John wasn’t gonna wait on anymore crossing lights. Up ahead he can see the station.

He starts walking at a brisk pace until he reaches the steps. Then stands there looking up at them thinking, now I have to climb them? Up the stairs he goes, but when he gets to the landing John struggles to pull the station door open, while he’s holding his cup of coffee. The wind pushes back as John pulls on the door to get it to open. Annoyed by the resistance that he’s getting, John decides that it would be better to set the cup down, then pull on the door. The officer at the front desk looks up from all of the commotion. He sees who it is and has to grin, watching John hold the door open with his foot, and trying to pick up his cup of coffee at the same time. When John finally steps in he gets his coffee back on balance.

Morning, John. Jack nods.

Morning, Jack. John nods back.

Then keeps walking, passing some of the guys, sitting at their desk. They start to rib him about last nights outing, and asked if he remembers standing on the table, and giving a speech about life in general. John has to stop.

Hey you guys, you know that you’re making that shit up. Right?

Hell yeah, John.

The men are looking seriously at him, then bust out laughing. John also starts laughing telling them, I owe you guys one.

Then he keeps walking through the office, and sees Leo sitting at his desk, he’s reading the paper as