Nick Novak has an external crisis of a great magnitude
Nick Novak Dead in the Water
Nick Novak Dead in the Water
Nick Novak, vacationing in the country, resides in a small Mobil home located on a friends' property 800 yards from the highway. His thinking is still, and his emotions are quiet. His deep breathes when he steps out of his home make him smile. The crunch of leafs under his feet and the chirping birds, along with the silence make him forget the city.
This is the time I've longed for since last year. Back in nature is just the shot of life I need, “thought Nick.
After three days of lounging and taking in the atmosphere, a loud knock at his door made his hair arise on his arms, and his heart beat a little faster. Who in the world could have walked all the way from the road to here and for what? Carefully and with supreme caution, he tiptoed to the window and trying not to be seen peeked out, but there wasn't anybody there. Little by little, he opened the front door only to see no one, but there was an envelope lying at his threshold that had printed on the front (open immediately.) On reading the contents, tears trickled down his cheeks, and his fists clenched-along with the grinding of his teeth, one couldn't think anything except that Nick received terrible news. Just then Nick heard someone running away from the rear of his home. He went out and looked, but the person was already too distant to see who it might be, but it looked like an Indian who is plentiful in the Lake’s surroundings. I guess he hid to make sure I picked up the summons.
You are hereby summoned to a formal hearing regarding the revoking of your Private Investigators' License by the Department of Consumer Affairs. You are to report to 846 Hoover Ave., Sacramento, CA Room 405 on the 20th of January 2011.
With a deep furrowed brow and with a slight emission of perspiration, he checked his calendar with an image of Abraham Lincoln on it. Now is November 29, so I have a few months to formulate a defense. I'll check in with Councilor Flint.in a few days. That he did.
“Yes, I’ll pay that amount, if you promise I’ll be able to keep my license and work.”
“Great,” the Lawyer said, “Come back tomorrow at this time; I’m going to see what their charges against you are.”
Nick returned the following day to discover the Department of Consumer Affairs is charging him with dissident activity by trying to disrupt the legislative created rules. Councilor Flint, however, has assured Nick he will be able to keep his license as he is innocent.
On the 20th of January, 2011, The Department of Consumer Affairs heard Detective Novak’s case. No matter what defense Councilor Flint set forth, the Departments’ lawyers would not relent. Nick’s license was revoked. He could no longer work as a P.I. in the State of California.
“Nick, I’m so sorry; I hadn’t any idea how unjust these legal beagles were. You don’t owe me a thing. Now listen; consider going for a license in Nevada. You like it there, and I’m sure there will be work. Not as much as here in San Francisco, but Carson City isn’t far from the lake, and there will be plenty of work there, I’m sure.
Nick acknowledged the councilor’s advice and went back to his office. He broke the news to Sandy, but told her not to leave quite yet.
“I have a friend Detective Frank Logen, who has a medium sized detective agency, and some of his employees haven’t a license, but can work on only a few type cases; I may get on with him, so hold on Sandy, you won’t miss a pay check."
“I will hold on; I’m not a worldly woman and love your services; the Consumer Affairs were bought out by those state lawyers; I know it. I am going to stick with you Nick.”
“Fine. Thank you; you’ll not be sorry, Sandy-in no way.”
Detective Novak went to see his friend, Frank, and was told to start to work immediately. He was put on marriage cases where one spouse wants to have the other spouse checked up on considering infidelity. So Nick began work. He went back to his office where the fragranced aroma of Sandy’s expensive perfume filled her office. He plunked a vase of lovely roses in a variety of colors on her desk. “I have work, dear,” Nick said.
He retrieved his camera from his office and reported to the local where a spouse, Marjorie Turlock wants her husband followed to see if he goes to another women’s place. Nick and Marjorie conversed a small while and Nick was off to Mr. Turlock’s business address to take up a stake out. It was 4:30pm, and Mr. Turlock, Sam, was to get off work in a half an hour.
There he is, thought Nick. He put on a pair of sunglasses and pulled his hat, with the sweat band exuding the familiar order, down over his eyes somewhat, and then staying unseen by and to the rear of Sam, began tailing him. Sam drove from Market St. down to the Embarcadero and then left to Pier 39 where he pulled up to another car, a little, red, sports job driven by a beautiful platinum blonde. He hopped in her car, leaving his in the parking lot, and they were off with Nick unnoticed behind. The red sports job pulled up and parked in front of The Captain’s Motel on Bay St. with the blazing neon lights jettisoned from the motel letting even the drunk patrons know that they were opened. The couple went in and was shown their room on the first floor.
Covertly Nick took up a position outside, yet to the rear of the room where the two checked in. Through cracks in the drapes he witnessed the two in bed at which time he took several pictures. Once back to his car and to Frank’s office, he wrote the report on this case and submitted it with the photos to Frank, who was delighted and gave Nick the evening off.
He went back to his own office to find Sandy looking sorrowful. She received news form Nick’s Councilor, Morris Flint that Flint tried for an appeal but the original findings were upheld. Frank no longer had a Detective’s license. Nick advice Sandra not to worry that he was working and finished his first case giving him enough to pay Sandy for the week. Nick proceeded with his friend Frank’s agency for a while, until he couldn’t resist temptation. He found a case Frank new nothing about, as it was still on the receptionist’s desk. He went out on this case, yet it was forbidden by the Consumer Affairs, due to it being a murder case where only licensed investigators may try to solve.
He gathered evidence at the scene of the crime, and made his way to the victims’ address and while questioning the victim’s wife, a policeman, with a warrant, arrested Nick for breaking the law as stated by the Consumer Affairs. Nick was not to work on cases where a license is needed. One of Frank’s jealous employees turned him in, as he, having a license, wanted this case. Nick went to jail awaiting an arraignment date. His court date was set, and his case was heard. Nick’s rebellion against his warning not to practice investigation where a license was needed merited him three years in the state prison an giving Nick one strike against him.
After thirty days in prison, the warden sent for Nick. He was released, and his license was reinstated. While he was away new laws were created. An example of these changes is, now it would take three prior theft related convictions before a petty theft could be charged as a felony giving the thief a single strike. Nick and many of his family and friends celebrated at a lovely party thrown at The Western St. Francis Hotel with a jazz combo, crackers and caviar, crab finger sandwiches, sliced beef, ham or turkey with hot mashed potatoes, green beans, and other food stuffs. For desert, there were three kinds of pies and cakes with ice cream. After everyone ate, people danced and Nick made an announcement. Ladies and gentlemen three strikes and you are out is now kept in the baseball stadium. As Tiny Tim, in Charles Dickon's Christmas Carrol said at the end of the story, God bless us all each and every one.