The Apple Falls Close to the Tree
Leo opened the closet door and scowled.
“Scott,” he hollered. “I thought you did zombies last semester.”
“Those buggers in the closet are for Jordon,” Scott answered back from under the shower.
“You doing his work for him?” Leo asked.
“He gives me twenty percent of his salary.” Scott came into the living room, wrapped in a towel. “It’s more than I can make swinging a mop.”
The doorbell rang and Leo opened it to a grinning Jordon, who was holding an apple.
“Got my babies?” Jordon asked.
“Over there.” Leo pointed at the closet door.
Jordon looked in and nodded.
“Great work, Scott,” Jordon said. “The whole department has been trying to get those bastards to confess for a year now. Did you program them like I said?”
“You bet,” Scott answered. “Just drop the apple and they’ll own up to everything.” Scott snapped a mysterious tune on his fingers, and the two zombies opened their eyes and walked out the front door to Jordon’s car.
“Good,” Jordon said. “I’m taking them to the boss right now.”
Jordon handed Scott a piece of paper. “Here’s a description of the B&E suspects I was talking about. Call you tomorrow, okay?”
“Sure,” said Scott.
Leo closed the door behind Jordon and looked at Scott, his hair still dripping.
“How long are you two going to keep this up?” Leo asked.
“Until Jordon gets promoted to Detective,” Scott said.
“What will your cut be then?” asked Leo.
“Forty percent, plus use of his apartment on weekends.”
Leo nodded. He himself had used the zombie technique during his years as a soldier of fortune, but had assumed Scott was uninterested.
“You’re doing well, Scott,” he said.
“Thanks, Dad.”