American Justice Part 2

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He heard, more than felt the fist that broke his jaw. Dr. Star couldn't see where the blows were coming from because his eyes were rapidly filling with blood from a cracked skull. He couldn't breath through his broken nose. The cold on his crumbled teeth brought him to his knees and he scraped his face against the bumper of the gleaming classic Mercedes. He struggled to stand. He thought he could make it to his office across the street, but this was the 15th. The 15th was the one day of the month that garbage was still collected. The brakes on the city garbage trucks were also a victim of Dr. Star's hand picked Mayor's budget cuts.

Dr. Star was catapulted against the pile of cardboard boxes leaning against the Verizon headquarters.  He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. From time to time he could see someone in a uniform would come by to bring a cup of coffee or some soup. Dr. Star alternately yelled obscenities and pleaded for recognition. He was sure someone from the clinic would be looking for him soon.  

LaVerne turned from the window. " Dan, can't you get that guy to move somewhere else. I'm giving my speech in front of this window and I don't want the guests to be reminded of the rest of the city's problems."

"Sure, I'll get my son to call a few friends from the Precinct. He loves to help out here. It will be good practice for him when he is a doctor, himself.  Mike's really grateful for the The Anatoly Starzinsky scholarship. After his legs were ruined by that quack, he didn't think he'd get to go to college.    

LaVerne agreed, "If  you and your son hadn't been here, on the same day that Dr. Star disappeared, we may never have found all that money in Dr. Star's car. Your being a policeman must have scared him into leaving the car behind."

"Yea, I call that real American Justice."  

Author; Caryn Isaacs