Sam
Mitros was the only Hispanic cop on our force. He was a good man and also my
ex-partner. We’d been through some of
the worst of cases this town had ever seen.
I was sitting on my front door steps when he arrived minutes later. He got out of his car and began to walk
toward me. He wore a brown leather coat
and jeans. I stood up slowly, but my
legs felt like wet noodles, and I crumbled into his arms. I could tell that he was in shock. He’d never seen me this way. No one had.
In between my breaths of tears, I told him to go upstairs and that I
would soon follow. I told him what had
happened, exactly the way it did. I also
told him about the frame trail I created for the intruder, so forensics
wouldn’t pin the murder to me.
“If
you were anyone else, I’d say you were loco man.” He said.
“But
I trust you, man. If the roles were
reversed, I would’ve killed that son of a bitch with my bare hands too.” Sam continued.
“Thanks.” I knew he was sincere, but that didn’t help
me rest any easier.
“We
need to call the coroner and forensics Marty.”
“I
know. I don’t want to be here when they
get here.”
“You
don’t have a choice man. They’ll need to
question you. Running away now only
makes you look like a suspect. You know
that.”
“Yeah,
you’re right. But there’s something
else.” I said.
I
handed him the envelope that I had recovered from the study.
“What’s
this?” He asked.
“I
don’t know, but I think it’s a key to what happened here. I need you to hold onto it for me until
they’re done questioning me. Meet me at
the Lounge around 2.”
The
coroner and forensics team arrived a little while later. I explained to the investigators about what
happened. That I returned home late from
my shift and saw a man attacking my wife.
Most of the team knew me. They
all kept looking at me like I was broken and in need of repair. I hated the looks, but I didn’t care. I looked across the yard to the coroners
carrying my wife’s body out of the house.
My stare followed her in disbelief.
This couldn’t be happening.
“Martin,
I’m very sorry for your loss.” A voice
said.
I
didn’t blink. My eyes were still
following the coroners. I recognized his
voice. It was Mitchell Raines. He was probably the lead investigator
assigned to my case. He was a very loud,
obnoxious man who never hesitated to bark orders at the people beneath
him. Most of us hadn’t liked him since
he became Captain.
“Lieutenant!” He said louder, obviously trying to turn my
attention toward him.
“Thanks
Mitch.” I said, without even looking at
him.
“You
know we’ll still have to take you down to the station for a statement,
right?”
“Yeah.” I said.
“C’mon,
I’ll drive you.” He said.
The
coroners closed the doors to the van. I
turned away slowly and glanced at Sam.
He gave me a nod as I got into Mitchell’s car.
The
interrogation room was dark, cold and had little color. There was a light on table in front of
me. I stared down at my hands waiting
for someone to come in. They were
shaking. I tried to interlock my fingers
more tightly, hoping that would stop the quiver. I waited for what seemed like hours. I thought of Jeniveve. Thinking of her brought me certain warmth
that ended in sorrow. I was alone,
again. I decided to light a
cigarette. After my first drag, Mitchell
walked in.
“You
know you’re not supposed to smoke in here.”
He said, sitting down.
I
just ignored him, staring down at the table.
I’m sure he noticed the shake in my hands.
“Martin. This won’t take long. Now, do you have anything you’d like to add
aside from what you’ve told us already?”
“No.” I said.
“So,
just so we’re clear, you came home after your shift. You walked through the front door. You heard your wife scream, so you ran
upstairs. You found your wife being
attacked by a man you didn’t recognize?”
“Yep.”
“Then
what happened?” He asked.
I
let out a sigh and looked up at him.
“I
pulled him off of her and threw him back against the closet doors.”
“Forensics
noted the broken closet doors. Go on.”
He
kept looking back down at my case file as if he wasn’t really listening.
“My
wife was barely alive. She moved
slightly. The perp got back up. I came at him and…I didn’t stop.”
“You
beat him to death, never having drawn your weapon?” He asked.
I
hesitated for second. Hearing those
words actually said out loud brought a grotesque feeling of guilt upon me.
“Yes.” I said, looking back down at the table.
“Well,
I’m sure the autopsy report will reflect that.
Let me ask you this Lieutenant, did you and your wife have any marital
problems of any kind?”
“No
we didn’t. At least not any more than
any other cop’s marriage. I see where
you’re going with this Mitch, and it’d be in your best interest to stop.” I said, growing angry.
“Have
you talked to your mother at all lately?”
“Mitchell,
you know I haven’t spoken to her for many years. I don’t know even know where she is for
Christ’s sake.”
“Don’t
you find that odd?” He said, in sneering
voice.
“She
and my father divorced a long time ago.
She was an alcoholic and suffered constantly from depression. She was a loose canon.” I said.
“A
loose canon who is still missing.” He
said.
“Is
someone really missing even when you’re not looking for them?” I said.
“You
tell me Lieutenant.”
“My
mother was a psycho, alright? She never
knew Jeniveve. There’s no motive
there. And she certainly wouldn’t have
the resources to pull something like this off.”
I said.
“Look,
I’m just trying to piece together what happened tonight.” He said.
“So
am I! I came home from work to find a guy
raping my wife! What the hell would you
have done?! My back door was kicked in
and several things in the house were broken!
Did you ID the attacker yet!?”
“Yeah,
we did. His name is James Darren. Sound familiar?” He said.
“No,
should it?” I said, without
hesitation.
“We’re
trying to establish a connection.” He
said.
“Jeni
never mentioned him. What do you have on
him?” I said.
“Virtually
nothing. We have guys checking out his
house now for a lead, but so far nothing.
Is it possible he was one of Jeni’s clients?”
“No. If that was the case, I’d remember him. I’ve never seen him before in my life.” I said.
“Are
you sure you and Jeni haven’t had any problems recently?”
“Look
Mitch, you need to mind your business about Jeni, alright? How about a little professional courtesy here
eh?” I said.
“I’m
just looking for an answer Lieutenant.”
“So
am I. So, stop wasting my time and let
me get back out there and find you one.”
I
could feel the tears in my eyes beginning to resurface again. I couldn’t hold them back. I couldn’t quite define the emotions that
were overwhelming me. It was a sense of
guilt, sautéed in anger. Mitchell could
see that. He could see that I was about
to crack wide open.
“I’m
afraid I’m going to have to ask you for your badge and your gun Lieutenant.”
I
glared at him. For a moment I thought
I’d just walk out. But that wouldn’t
help my case any. I grabbed my sidearm
and my badge and slammed it on the table and stood up.
“Are
we done?” I said, wiping my nose.
“Almost.” He said.
I stood in front of him waiting for a
further response.
“Did you know your father showed up at
the house after we left?”
“What?”
I said.
“He said he was there to give you
condolences, but we had already moved you down here.”
I
thought for a moment about what Jeniveve said.
“I
just thought you should know.” He
continued.
I
stood for a moment in the doorway.
“I’ll
keep you posted on anything we find.” He
finished.
“Thanks.” I said.
I
arrived at the Lounge around 2am. Sam
was there waiting for me already.
“How’d
it go with Raines?” He asked.
“Same
as always.” I said, sitting down. A waitress walked up to our table.
“Can
I get you something?” She asked.
“I’ll
take a beer, whatever’s on tap.” I said.
“He
took your shield didn’t he?” Sam asked,
knowing my response.
“Yeah,
and my piece. Did you bring the
envelope?” I asked.
“Yeah,
it’s right here.” He slid the envelope
to me across the table.
“What
is that?”
“I
found it in my wife’s study, taped underneath a drawer. She told me to look there right before she
died.”
“I’m
assuming you didn’t tell Raines about this.”
He said.
I
just looked at him with a blank stare.
He understood. I opened the
envelope once again and laid out the pages in front of us. Sam took notice to the same photo I did.
“That’s
Turnovsky.” He said, looking up at me.
“I
know.”
“What’s
he got to do with this?” He asked.
“I
don’t know. None of this makes
sense. Why would Jeniveve collect this
stuff?”
“Let’s
start at the top.” Sam said.
“The
first page has a photo of your father clipped to it. He’s not on the force any more, but he was
when Turnovsky was arrested and sentenced.”
“I
know. Raines told me he showed up at the
scene after I left for questioning.”
“You
don’t think he’s got something to do with this do you?” Sam asked.
“I
don’t know.” I said, rubbing my
head.
“Marty,
I know you and him haven’t been on good terms, but do you really think he’s
capable of murder? What reason would he
have to kill Jeni?”
“Somehow
he knew what went down. How could he
have known that she’d been killed, and to show up at my house?”
Sam
hesitated.
“Look,
he probably still has friends inside in the department. He probably found out that way.”
“Maybe. Jeni was trying to tell me something before
she died. She said I needed to know the
truth and that my father was somehow connected.”
Sam
looked back down at the page and photo.
“This
is just a copy of his record and contact information.”
“What
else we got?” I said.
“Well,
there’s the report you wrote from Turnovsky’s wife’s death with crime scene
photos. The death order, and his arrest
record. He got the death penalty for the
murder of his wife, remember?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s
also another photo of your father with Turnovsky before he was arrested.”
“Turnovsky
knew my father?” I said, looking at the
photo.
“Apparently. There was a rumor going around back then that
he and your father were tight. But your
father denied it.”
I
sat back in my chair and thought for a moment.
“What
if my father was still sour from Turnovsky’s death and hired the attacker to
kill my wife, and frame me for the murder?
That’s motive enough right?” I
said, sitting back up.
“That’s
a stretch man. And besides, why would he have waited so long?” Sam said reaching for
the empty envelope.
“Wait
a second, there’s something else in here.”
Sam
held the envelope upside-down and a small key tumbled out onto the table.
“What’s
this?”
“It
looks like a safety deposit box key.” I
said, picking it up.
“It’s
inscribed with ‘Lloyd’s Commerce Bank.’”
“That’s
downtown.” Sam said.
“Look,
there’s another sticky note on the top page.”
Sam continued.
“Key – 8685.”
“I’ll
check it out tomorrow morning. Maybe
it’ll give us another clue.” I put the
key in my pocket, and pulled out the cell phone that I had nabbed from the Jeni's attacker.
“I
also got this off the perp before forensics got there.” I said, showing Sam the phone.
“Jesus
Marty. You got anything else I need to
know about?”
“No,
this is it.” I said, handing the phone
to Sam.
“Raines
ID’d the perp as James Darren. See what
you can find on him too.” I continued.
“I’ll
run the numbers on the phone and do a work-up on Darren. Maybe it’ll turn up
something.”
“In
the meantime, I think I’m going to have a chat with my father.” I said.
Just
then, Sam looked up in surprise.
“You
won’t have to look far, he’s right out there.”
Sam pointed to the parking lot through the window beside me. I could see my father’s face through the
glass. He was driving by slow in his
car. I got up and ran to the door. The car’s tires let out a screech and he sped
off. Sam and I stopped outside the door. I quickly decided I was going to pursue
him. Before I could open my car door,
Sam grabbed my shoulder.
“Marty,
you’ve had a rough night. Why don’t you
get some rest and we’ll figure this out tomorrow. You need a clear head.”
I
knew that he was right. I was exhausted
and full of energy at the same time.
There were too many questions flying around in my head. I needed to quiet the voices.