CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
Now that Chief Hudson was dead, Buddy figured he could answer the telephone however he wished, “Police department.”
Mable Zeeks yelled into the phone so loud he almost dropped the phone, “My god, I just saw Bobby Taylor walking around at the old Nelson farm! Get some officer’s over there right now!”
“Mrs. Zeeks, I’m sorry to inform you of this, but Bobby Taylor is dead. He killed…”
Mad-Dog-Mable continued her verbal assault, “You dunce, I know he hung himself you…”
Buddy now interrupted her, he figured tit-for-tat; “Are you saying Bobby’s ghost is walking around in broad daylight?” he said yanking-her-chain.
“He’s not a ghost, you simpleton, he’s a Zombie! Get some goddamn officers over there before we’re all skinned and eaten alive!” She shrieked.
Buddy knew she was loony-toons, but she seemed to be getting worse. So he decided before she was too far gone, he’d have some fun with her, “I’m sorry Mrs. Zeeks, but all of our officers are busy right now over at the North Side Park.”
“What the hell could possibly be more important than a Zombie on the loose?!”
“Well ma’am, our officers are trying to break up a very dangerous fight between the gray Aliens and the green Martians.” Putting his hand over his mouth, so as not to bust- a-gut laughing into the receiver.
“What?!”
“I’m sorry, but I have to hang up now. I need to keep this line open should the officers call in.” Knowing full well Mad-Dog-Mable would probably stroke-out, or so he hoped, he now daydreamed about attending her funeral in Hell; yet he felt she’d never be allowed in, for fear she might take over the place. Buddy was now beside himself with laughter.
Officer Hendrix had just been walking down the hallway and stopped to eavesdrop on his conversation. From what she could hear, she figured Buddy was as nuts as Mable was.