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Trading Bleeders


Detectives Laura Kimber and Nathan Chambers

Thanksgiving had a different meaning when Detectives Laura Kimber and Nathan Chambers were trading bleeders. One was a stabbing and the other was a shooting. The day of giving thanks would never be the same again for the family living at 25 Coleman Street Apartment 10B.

It was a perfect-picture domestic from the kitchen of that run down building. A 72 year old visiting grandfather coming from North Carolina found himself stretched across a roach worn linoleum floor. Blood leaking from .22 caliber holes in his stomach. Undigested turkey stuffing leaked from his mouth as words got caught in that mess.

It started with an argument that progressed into a point where a son-in-law was stabbed and left on the living room floor, and a daughter shooting her father twice in the kitchen.

The son in law died ten minutes after his father in law, but their was no rule supporting the Bible's eye for an eye clause. The panic was hidden in fear as the gathered family looked more shocked then anything else. Two family members who were guaranteed not to make it to next year's Thanksgiving gathering.

While trying to wrap up that violent domestic there was another call that came over the wire. A twenty-five year old black female drove her friend to a blighted section of the city to buy some drugs to give thanks for the mighty high they would experience instead got robbed and shot in the heads by desperate addicts looking to fulfill their thanksgiving.

Kimber looked at Chambers and said, “you go, or me?”

Chambers knew that he would rather be home watching football and spending time with his family didn't reply.


“Okay, I'll go.”

Almost like a script Nathan Chambers moved stage right, where a team of white smocked technicians moved in, struggling to repair the stabbed and the shot.

“Call me if you need me,” Kimber said.

“Okay Laura,” Nathan replied as he realized he just traded a set of bleeders for another set.

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