Today, I have Shrug from The Traz perching on my sofa and believe you me you have met nobody like this chap! I certainly haven’t!
Peggy: Shrug, not a name I’m familiar with, but I’ve read all about you in The Traz and I know there is a lot more to you than meets the eye. An awful lot! You grew up on a farm, so rural and a long way from being a motor bike gang leader. What happened?
Shrug: Thanks, Peggy about the name, but yep you are spot on with me bein’ raised on a farm. Bad things happened out there that I ain’t sure I’m ever gonna talk about. Things that knocked the faith right outta me. Wasn’t sure I ought to keep livin’. Then my good buddy Sergeant Kindle said if I didn’t wanna use my life to help myself perhaps I oughtta use it to help others. I figured I had nothin’ to lose. Kindle’s the one that got me into police trainin’ and then groomed me to go undercover and infiltrate The Traz biker gang. The danger meant nothin’ to me at the time, beings how I didn’t really care if I lived or died.
Peggy: Serious, it sounds downright dangerous to me, but looking you up and down and can see you are a big man, not one to be trifled with, well not unless you want a long visit in the hospital!
Shrug: People complain I don’t talk much but I learned quickly that stayin’ quiet was the best way to keep safe in the gang and the best way to keep from blowin’ my cover. No one can tell if someone’s lyin’ if they don’t say nothin’. Can’t tell if you’re more familiar with the inside of a cop car than the seat of a Harley. Being bigger than everyone else helped, too. A few have felt my knuckles over the years.
Peggy: Good grief, you live in the fast lane and the tough side of life. The very thought of what you get up to makes me shiver. So how long did all this last?
Shrug: Four years of hell, is how I put it. In the end I totally dismantled The Traz, but there are things I did and things I didn’t do during those years undercover that sure weren’t pretty.
Peggy: I’m not squeamish, but what did you do? And please be gentle!
Shrug: I don’t tell my secrets, especially the bloody ones but it’s no secret that I invited the girl to ride with me in THE TRAZ. Why I did that is a long story. I think there’s a book out about that. Lottsa people regret that I hooked up with the girl, includin’ the girl, but none more so than me—but not for the reasons you’re thinkin’.
Peggy: Who is ‘the girl’?
Shrug: Katrina. Sarina as she called herself back then. ‘But, she was only thirteen, Shrug,” people say. ‘Thirteen and an orphan.’ But I know better. She weren’t no thirteen when it came to street livin’ and gang life. That girl had the eternal spirit of Lucifer himself for a soul. But I ought not to talk like that, gets me trouble. Yup, was my fatal error askin’ that girl to ride with me. Almost did me in. Almost lost me my career. Almost had the Supreme Court of Canada overturnin’ the bikers’ convictions. That’s why I regret invitin’ her to sit on my Harley—my regrets have nothin’ to do with feelin’ guilty about corruptin’ her nubile spirit.
Peggy: Well, you’ve left me speechless, there’s me thinking you might be good underneath all that muscle, but I’m not sure.
Shrug: I sacrificed four years of my life to bring down a biker gang, Peggy. I saw things and said things, heard things and did things that no decent man ever ought to know even exists. To this day nighttime memories steal my sleep and chip at my sanity. To this day those bikers are out to get me for foolin’ them and bringin’ them in. When I brought them down, The Traz controlled the coke trade both sides of the border and were seepin’ into the Asian market. Reinvestin’ their profits in arms deals with
Middle East terrorists. They didn’t acquire their
business success through prayer, I’ll tell you. Nor through hard work—they had
the vulnerable doin’ that for them. Women and kids. The young and the
desperate. The ones they enslaved to both their drugs and to the gang. I put fifty of them buggers behind bars--
three of them forever for murder. I’d prefer you think highly of me, my lady.
Peggy: Hearing all this, I take my hat of to you. There is no doubt in the last few moments you have inspired me to think good of you. My notes told me what friends and colleagues said about you before you went under cover, mind hearing what they had to say, I’m not sure I’d call them friends, but this is what they said. “A rough, gruff man, silent, imposing and secretly traumatized, ever likely paranoid and slightly crazy.” Well let me tell you, I think you are charming and ever likely a gentle giant, but then I’ve always loved Rottweiler’s!
Shrug: Thanks Peggy, you are quite a lady, knowin’ how to make a quiet man talk. Thanks for havin’ me perched here on your sofa. It’s been a pleasure meetin’ you.
Peggy: And you, too. You just take good care of yourself and try to stay out of danger!
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