What is going on with Nicola Agosto?

We all love him from Ivy’s Twisted Vine and the Medlov Series.  He’s the straight laced, good cop with bad boy tendencies.  He loves his family and believes in honor. He holds that badge close to his heart and even though he will pounce on a bad guy, he will still take time to walk an old lady across the street.

 

Nicola Agosto was easy to write in these books because he didn’t have to be too 3D.  But now, in the World in Reverse, we see a man who is pulled in every direction possible.  He doesn’t know up from down because of this case he’s been assigned to, and he’s facing losing everything.  Why?  He had made a bad move.  He got caught, and it wasn’t with his hand in the cookie jar.

 

We’ve all made them right?  Mistakes.  We’ve lost our tempers and then wished that we could go back and just do something a little differently, but with Nicola, he can’t.  It’s viral, all over the web and the story is growing like a living thing, eating up airspace everywhere with his Rodney King – esque beat down.

 

But here’s some things we know about Nicola that the Memphis public doesn’t know:

1. His best friend was Brooks, a fallen, black police officer.
2. His wife is Ivy Winters, a former black college queen and the ex-fiance of Congressman Henderson.
3. He had four interracial children.
4. He’s not prejudice.

 

Only, Nicola doesn’t want to use the old, “my best friend was black and I’m a card-carrying member of the NAACP” routine and keeps his mouth shut about his ties, which only makes for a bigger, bolder story in the media and a bigger mess for him on the Department.  You know without knowing that this story is going to erupt as we watch Memphis nearly burn to the ground.

Stay tuned for more insight and introduction of new characters…

Rough- RUFF draft (still copyright property  of Latrivia s. Nelson and RiverHouse Publishing (c) 2012)

The smell of the perp in the back of his car was getting to Nicola, even though he had smelled worse before.  Letting the windows down a quarter of the way to filter good air in, he also turned up the AC and drove quietly to his off-site interrogation center.

Every once in a while, he would check his rearview mirror to see what the guy was doing behind him, but he doubted much.

“Aye, man, these handcuffs are hurting my hands,” the guy complained.

“If they are hurting your hands, then I wouldn’t be good at my job.  They are hurting your wrists,” Nicola corrected.

“Whatever.  You know what I mean,” the man said, rolling his eyes.  “Where are you taking me anyway?”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“I know my rights, and I ain’t new to this shit. You’re supposed to take me downtown to 201,” the man said, looking out the window.

“Well, if you know so much, then why are you asking me questions?”

The perp got quiet for a minute and then sat his head back anxiously looking at the roof of the truck.  “This your ride?”

“Yep.”  Nicola hated small talk, especially with criminals.

“Why don’t you have to drive an unmarked like the rest of the pigs?”

Nicola didn’t answer his question, but did ask one of his own.  “So, why did you ask for me?”  He looked back in his rearview mirror at the man.

The perp cracked a smile.  “Cuz I know shit.”  His lip turned up as he cut his devious, red eyes.

“Let me get you to the location, and you can pour your little heart out,” Nicola said, following protocol.  There was no way, he was going to mess up good intel by letting him talk beforehand.

Evidently, Nicola must have hit a nerve with the perp because he looked back out of the window and pursed his chapped lips together.  “How far are we away, because I gotta piss?”

“Hold it.”

“So you don’t care if I piss in your truck?”

“You piss in it; you clean it.”

There was a long pause as if the man was thinking hard about something.  He watched the streets pass by and took a deep breath.

“Aye.  You’re Nicola Agosto.  The Agosto, right?” he asked.

“The one and only.” Nicola checked his mirrors and turned into the left lane.

“Yeah, I know your ass,” the man taunted.

“What do you know?” Nicola asked, unmoved by the man.

“I know you live at 4673 Peabody with Ivy Winters and four bad ass kids.  Then there is one on the way, right?  I know that the dead cop, Brooks, has a baby with Ivy’s best friend.  I know that you spend most nights in your office and that Ivy doesn’t like sleeping alone.  I know last night you laid it down for the first time in three weeks, and now the old lady can barely walk.  And I know that if you don’t stop barking up the wrong tree the same thing that happened to the Naples brats is gone happen to yours. And that Ivy Winters is going find out what number three feels like. Who knows?  It might just be better than what you’re doing?  That tripped me out though.  Your wife has only been with two men?  You really believe that shit?”

Nicola’s foot let up off the gas as he heard the words. “What did you just say?” he asked as a car blared its horn behind him.  Incensed, he rolled the window down and waved the car past him as he turned on his blue siren quickly to let the woman know that she was two seconds from a ticket or getting shot.

As the car drove slowly by, Nicola pulled over to the side of Union in front of the Kroger’s grocery store and turned around in his seat.  His eyes were clouded with death and destruction.  Breathing hard, his badge hanging on the lanyard, pushed against the cotton t-shirt and his rock hard chest.

“Yeah, I bet I got your attention then,” the perp said with a clever grin.  However, his nervousness was apparent.  Still, he pushed on.   “Not so bad now, are you?”