THE
DETECTIVES OF THE 9TH PRECINCT
SERIES
“VIGILANTE
JUSTICE”
“Whew it’s hot! It has to be the hottest summer on
record!” Steve replies.
“Nope the summer when we worked on this case was the
hottest on record.” Neal replies as he tosses the file at Steve.
“Oh yeah boy now that was a killer summer.”
“To say the least.” Neal replies.
“Neal have you ever wondered….”
“Uh oh.” Neal replies.
“Uh oh what?”
“Every time you ask me that you always come up with a
weird question.” Neal replies.
“Oh no I don’t I ask you that question because I want
to know what’s on your mind!”
“Oh! I’m sorry Steve what was the question?”
“Have you ever wondered about the phrase ’to say the
least’?”
“Well.” Neal looks over at Steve. “I’m not sure what
do you mean?”
“I mean when someone says to say the least what does
that mean exactly?”
“It means to say as little as possible about
something.” Neal replies.
“Well if that’s the case why say anything at all?”
“Well maybe you want to say something but you don’t
know what to say so you just say the littlest possible.” Neal replies.
“You really said a mouthful. Neal?” Steve replies.
Neal doesn’t say a thing.
“Neal?”
Neal still doesn’t say anything.
“NEAL!!!!” Steve says very loudly.
“What? Why are you yelling?”
“Because you didn’t answer me that’s why I’m yelling.”
Steve replies.
“I didn’t have anything to say.”
“You could have just said to say the least.” Steve
replies.
“Now you really said a mouthful!!” Neal replies as he
laughs.
“To say the least!!”
“We should really talk about the next case….”
“Balderdash!!!” Steve says loudly.
“Bal…balderdash?”
“To say the least!!!” Steve replies as he laughs.
“Steve…!”
“What?”
“Stop it!!”
“Okay.” Steve says.
“We’re going to talk about the vigilante case….”
“And that was a real killer summer!” Steve replies.
“To say the least!!” Neal replies.
“Okay folks this is how it started….” Steve replies as
he shakes his head.
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THE 9TH PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM:
“Steve!” Neal yells at Steve as he pours himself a cup
of coffee.
“What? I’m right here you don’t have to yell you
know.” Steve replies as he walks over to his desk where Neal was standing.
“I know you wrote the time down for that training
class I have to attend but I’ll be darn if I can find it on this calendar! What
are all of these names?”
Steve points to the corner of the calendar where the
date and time are written down. “It is right here and why don’t you get your
own calendar?” Steve asks as Neal looks at Steve’s chicken scrawl.
“Because they only gave us one you know that and you
lost the coin toss so you….” Neal says as he points at Steve. “….Have to keep
it on your desk. So tell me about the names.”
Steve scratches his head. “Well its how I keep track
of you know….appointments.”
“Appointments?” Neal replies.
“Yeah appointments.”
“Steve everyday is booked….solid.”
“Yeah I know….”
“And I count at least 15 names.” Neal points out.
“There are twenty actually so Neal what’s your point?”
“The point is Steve they are all women’s names.”
“So?” Steve replies as he shrugs.
“You write your dates down on our work calendar?” Neal
asks.
“Duh! Of course I do I mean how else do I keep track
of them? This is a highly sophisticated system I have here.” Steve replies as
he gestures.
Neal crosses his arms over his chest. “How so?”
“I’ll explain it to you Neal but you have to keep up
okay?”
“Okay.” Neal replies.
“Okay, all the girls names that start with the letter
‘M’ go under Monday and all the girls names that start with ‘T’ go under
Tuesday and so forth and so on.”
“What about Saturday and Sunday?” Neal asks.
“Neal! The girls names that start with Sa go under
Saturday and the names that start with Su go under Sunday of course!”
“Oh of course
okay what happens if their names don’t start with any of these letters of the
days of the week? What do you do then?” Neal asks.
“Simple I use their last names!” Steve replies happily
as he rocks back and forth.
“Okay what if their last names don’t start with any
letters of the days of the week, what then?”
“What?” Steve asks.
“I said if their last names don’t start with any
letters of the days of the week, what then?” Neal asks again.
“I….count the letters in their names and put them
under the appropriate date!” Steve says quickly.
“You just made that up didn’t you?”
“No, no of course not! I told you that this is a very
sophisticated system I have here, every possible angle is covered!”
“Okay what if their names are
longer than the dates?” Neal asks.
“What?” Steve asks.
Neal takes a deep breath. “I said what if their names
are longer than the dates?”
“Longer than the dates? Neal that would be an awfully
long name don’t you think, I mean some months have 31 days you know.”
“Yes I know but it isn’t unheard of you know, I once
dated a girl whose first name and last name had just about every letter in the
alphabet in it.”
“You just made that up.”
“Oh no I didn’t so what do you do in that case.” Neal
asks.
“I….well that hasn’t happened yet.”
“Steve didn’t you just tell me that you have every
possible angle covered?”
“Yes I did but I have never come across that before
and I still think you made it up!”
“No I didn’t….” Neal replies.
“Yes you did….” Steve counters.
“No….”
“Excuse me which one of you is Detective Schon?”
They both turn to see a delivery guy holding a lot of
dry cleaned clothes on hangers which he was straining under the weight of. Neal
grabs them and he lays them across his desk.
“I’m Detective Schon.” Neal replies after he takes
care of his clothes.
“I have more down in the truck.” The delivery man
replies.
“There’s more in the truck?!” Steve replies as he
looks at the clothes on the desk.
Neal takes a deep breath. “Cool how much do I owe
you?” Neal asks as he takes his wallet out of his pocket.
“$37.50.”
“$37.50?!” Steve exclaims loudly.
“Here you go man and here’s your tip.” Neal replies as
he hands him a five dollar bill.
“Thanks man I’ll go and get the rest of them.”
“Steve help me take these to the locker room.” Neal
replies.
“Neal $37.50 for dry cleaning? Good god man that looks
like everything you own! Don’t you own a washing machine?”
“You know I do.” Neal grabs a few hangers to hand to
Steve.
Steve puts his hand on his hip then he holds up one
hand. “Wait a minute….”
Neal lays the clothes back down. “What?”
“Then why don’t you wash these instead of dry cleaning
I mean thirty-seven bucks is a lot to spend to have clean clothes don’t you
think?”
“For your information I have the washing machine to
wash Joey’s clothes when he comes to visit and to wash sheets and towels etc
and also for your information good clothes have to be taken care of properly
and dry cleaning is the best way to do that, but you wouldn’t know anything
about that. So here grab a few of these….” Neal grabs the hangers again and he
lifts.
“Wait what does that mean?”
Neal puts the clothes down again. “It means look at
you and look at me. I dress to impress….”
Steve laughs. “To impress who exactly?”
“To impress whom you mean.” Neal corrects him.
“Yah that is what I just said to impress who?” Steve
replies as he waves his arms around. “The criminals?”
Neal rubs his
forehead. “Lookit, you and I both know that we have heavy, daily contact with
the good people of Oceanview and my clothes say that I am professional,
trustworthy and I care about my personal appearance.”
“Do you know what I think your clothes say about you?”
Steve asks.
“No what?”
“That you’re stuck up, egotistical and anal
retentive.”
Neal’s eyes widen. “Oh no you just didn’t call me anal
retentive what cha been doing Steve reading Reader’s Digest Word Power again?”
“Yes on both counts!”
“Well Stevie boy do you know what I think your clothes
say about you?” Neal asks.
“No….what?” Steve asks suspiciously.
“That you’re sloppy, unkempt and unprofessional!”
“Ewwww you didn’t just call me unprofessional! I am
very professional and the good people of Oceanview find me more approachable
because I am cool and comfy and I can relate to them mono on mono if you know
what I mean!”
“Steve you dress like a fifteen year old boy!!” Neal
points out.
Steve looks down at himself. “So! At least I can turn
my head to look at a beautiful girl and not have to worry about cutting my
throat because my shirt collar is tripled starched!!! Neal do you even own a
pair of jeans?”
“Yes Steve I do own a pair of jeans I wear them to
work on the car or when I am puttering around the house you know that!”
“Then why haven’t I seen them?” Steve asks.
“I don’t know why you haven’t seen them Steve….” Neal
replies exasperated.
“You know Neal I bet you don’t even have a pair of
jeans and if you do they are probably so pressed and starched that when you
walk they could catch on fire!!!”
“Wanna bet?” Neal replies.
Steve smiles. “Yeah, yeah I do actually I bet you
couldn’t wear my clothes without it driving you crazy, for let’s say a week!”
“Ha! That will be a piece of cake and I bet you Steve
that you couldn’t go without a woman for let’s say….a month!!”
“A piece of cake man a piece of cake!!! Okay you agree
to wear my clothes for a solid month, right?” Steve asks.
“Right and you agree to not date, sleep with, flirt
with or bat those long eyelashes at a woman for a whole month and that includes
the women here, right?”
“Right! So what do we bet? Money? What?” Steve asks.
“Well I don’t know….” Neal taps his finger against his
lips as he thinks then he spies the bulletin board and he snaps his fingers. “I
got it!”
“What?”
“At the end of next month Francine is quitting to get
married.” Neal replies.
“So?”
“So when she quits they are going to have an opening
in her department so which ever one of us loses the bet will have to do her job
for a month! We’re get the Captain in on it too.”
“Neal are you daft Francine is a meter maid!!!”
“Yes I know….”
“Neal does her uniform have pants?” Steve asks.
Neal shakes his head. “I don’t think so, so what’s a
matter Steve are you….chicken? Wanna back out now buddy boy, old friend, and
old pal of mine?”
“No I never said that and I am not a chicken!!! You
better shave your legs Neal because pantyhose looks disgusting when you have
hairy legs man!”
“So it’s a bet?” Neal asks.
“It’s a bet!!” Steve replies as they shake on it. “So
when do we start?”
“Right now.” Neal replies.
“Now?”
“Yeah now I mean there is no better time than the
present don’t you think? I mean you have some extra clothes in your locker
right?”
“Well yeah but we can’t start today, tomorrow would be
much better.” Steve replies.
“Why?” Neal asks suspiciously.
“Well….because tomorrow is the first!! Yeah tomorrow
is the first that’s why.”
“Steve let me see that Calendar.”
Steve grabs it off of his desk and he holds it to his
chest. “No I swear tomorrow is the first.”
“Steve….”
“Neal….”
“Let me see that calendar.” Neal replies.
“No!”
Neal takes off around the desk after Steve who also
takes off but Steve doesn’t get far because he trips over the trash can and he
sprawls on the floor as the calendar slides out of his reach across the floor
but that doesn’t stop him from trying to reach it but Neal is quicker as he
puts his foot on Steve’s hand.
“Owwww hey watch the digits man that’s my gun hand!!!”
“Let’s see what we have here.” Neal replies as he
picks up the calendar.
“Neal!!!!!”
“What, oh sorry.” Neal says as he slowly moves his
foot off of Steve’s hand.
“Today is Thursday so that means it’s….” Neal looks
down at Steve who by now was sitting up rubbing his hand. “….Tiffany, isn’t she
the….” Neal replies.
“Contortionist.” They both say at the same time.
Steve nods. “Yep so that is why we should, no we need
to start tomorrow! If I have to go a month without any female companionship I
can use this opportunity to go out with a bang, so to speak, and what better
way to do that than with a contortionist? Now I ask you what would
you do.” Steve asks seriously.
“We can start tomorrow.” Neal replies as he helps
Steve to his feet.
“Thank you.”
“Steve you are such a hedonist.”
“Ah Neal no I’m not I just like to have fun.”
Neal laughs. “Let’s go and see what’s keeping the
delivery guy with the rest of my clothes.”
“Alright partner.”
STEVE’S APARTMENT THE NEXT MORNING:
“Knock, knock man.” Neal yells as he unlocks Steve’s
front door with his key.
“Yeah man upstairs in the bathroom!”
Neal goes inside and he climbs the stairs and when he
gets to the door of the bathroom he stops and he looks in. “Wow man I thought
you were kidding about soaking in the bathtub when I called you.”
“Oh no man.”
Neal goes into the bathroom and he sticks his hand in
the water. “Damn Steve you should be hard boiled by now!”
“As far as I am concerned it isn’t hot enough!!” Steve
replies. “Can you get some aspirin out of the medicine cabinet, please?”
“Sure.”
Neal gets Steve the aspirin and a glass of water.
“Thanks.”
“So….Tiffany didn’t disappoint I take it.”
Steve nods as he swallows the aspirin and takes a sip
of water then he hands the glass back to Neal. “Oh no Tiffany was great and
when she found out I couldn’t see her next Thursday because of the bet she gave
me a going away present….” Steve replies
as he rubs his neck.
“And that is why you’re soaking in a hot tub?”
“Oh yeah man Tiff might be a contortionist but I’m
not!! Every muscle in my body hurts! I packed some of my clothes in a suitcase
for you and I put out an outfit for you, it’s on the bed. Ow damn it!!”
“You put out an outfit for me?”
“Yeah man it’s my favorite pair of jeans and my
favorite t-shirt so don’t muck them up okay?”
“Got it.” Neal replies as he leaves the bathroom.
A few minutes later Neal returns wearing a pair of
paint stained jeans, a faded red t-shirt that is now closer to a shade of pink
and tennis shoes.
“Hey man look at you but you’re forgetting the
suspenders.”
“I’m not wearing the suspenders Steve.” Neal replies
as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“You have to its part of the outfit and you agreed
to….if you don’t Joe Namath wont be the only one wearing pantyhose!!”
“Oh alright.” Neal replies as he leaves.
A few minutes’ later Neal returns wearing the
suspenders.
“Perfect! Owwww!” Steve replies.
“Did the shirt have to be pink Steve?”
“Yes it is very comfy and soft, don’t you think so?”
Steve asks.
“I suppose, you go ahead and soak a little longer I’ll
make us some coffee and breakfast and I’ll call the Captain to let him know we
running a little late.”
“Don’t forget to call dispatch and thanks Neal.”
“No problem.”
CORNER OF FREDERICK AND HARRIS TWO DAYS
LATER:
“Come on Neal push!!” Steve yells out of the window.
“I am pushing!!!”
Steve says as he steers the car. “Come on Neal just a
little more, we’re almost there!!”
“Steve it’s a 102 out here and I’ll pushing your rust
bucket car!!!! We’re supposed to be on patrol!!”
“I know Neal! Just a few more feet!! Give it one more
good push!!”
Neal somehow finds the strength and he gives it one
more good hard push and it rolls up in the driveway in front of the house then
Steve steps on the brake then he puts it into park.
“Good job Neal!!!” Steve says happily as he joins Neal
at the back of the car.
“Good job nothing! I’m burning up and I’m dying of
thirst and maybe for once I am glad that you have crappy old blue jeans.” Neal
replies as he wipes his hands on the jeans. “At least I don’t have to worry
about ruining my good pants and when are you going to stop trying out these
cars from Willie? This one is dead!! What is this weird car thing you have
going on with Willie anyway, is this how you spend your time since you can’t
have women?”
“It isn’t a weird car thing! Willie has a car lot….”
“Steve this is the Willie we arrested right?”
“Yeah but that was awhile ago and Willie has gone
straight he is a used car salesman now.”
“You know Steve to some people that is still
considered a crime.” Neal replies.
“Oh balderdash!” Steve exclaims.
“Bal….balderdash? You’ve been reading the Reader’s
Digest that’s in the bathroom again haven’t you?”
“Yes word power is a very important thing Neal, it
never hurts to try and improve yourself.”
“Like Legit Willie with his used car lot?” Neal asks.
“Exactly! I’m telling you Neal that Willie has
reformed.”
“Where does Willie get his cars from?” Neal asks as he
crosses his arms over his chest.
“From the usual sources you know from people who trade
in their old cars and get new ones.”
“So what is the story with this one?” Neal replies as
he gestures behind him.
“Willie told me that a grandmother who lived in a
nursing home only drove this car to Church on Sundays.”
Neal scratches his head. “Steve a grandmother who
lived in a nursing home and who only drove it to Church on Sundays?”
“That is what I just said.”
“Steve it’s a Camaro!!”
“So she was a very cool grandmother!! Willie is
letting me drive some cars before I buy them….”
“Well please don’t buy this one!!!” Neal replies.
“Neal there is nothing wrong with this car, the paint
job is good, the interior is smoking and it has a lot of get and go when we
were chasing the bad guy….”
“Yeah it had a lot of get up and go until the
transmission seized up and then we lost the bad guy….two miles back that
way!!!!” Neal replies as he points.
“Ah Neal.”
“Come on Steve let’s call Ocean Dispatch and have them
send a tow truck.”
After Neal uses
the radio in the Camaro and he calls dispatch for a tow truck he joins Steve
underneath a shade tree in the front yard.
“You know we should tell the people in this house that
we are going to be here awhile.” Neal replies.
“I would have thought by now they would be out here.
Maybe they aren’t home.”
“Let’s go and ring the bell anyway and besides I could
use some ice water.”
“And some air conditioning.” Steve replies.
They walk towards the house and they climb the stairs
to the front porch and that is when they notice the abundance of newspapers and
the mail that is spilling out from the mailbox.
“Wow maybe they are on vacation and they forgot to
cancel the mail and newspapers.” Steve replies as he picks up a newspaper.
“Maybe.” Neal replies as he rings the bell and they
listen as it echoes thru the empty house. “Steve do you smell that?”
Steve moves closer to the door. “Yeah it’s death.”
Steve replies as he takes his gun from his holster.
Neal does the same as he tries the door knob and finds
that it is locked. “Oceanview Police! If anyone is in there open the door!!”
After waiting a few minutes and no one comes to the
door Neal looks at Steve. “On the count of three partner?”
“Yeah let’s do it.”
They take a few steps back from the front door.
“1….2….3!!!” Neal exclaims.
On the count of three they both raise a foot and make
contact with the door and with their combined weight the door gave way easily
and once it was open the smell that was in the house rushed outside. Steve and
Neal took up position on either side of the open door.
“Oh god what a stench! See anything?” Steve asks as he
reaches for the tail of his t-shirt to cover his nose.
“Nada.” Neal replies as he coughs. “Oceanview
Police!!! I see the living room and the entrance to the kitchen and a hallway,
cover me Steve.”
“You got it.”
Steve falls in behind Neal as Neal slowly makes his
way into the living room and by now their eyes were watering from the smell of
death.
“Oceanview Police anybody home?” Neal asks as he looks
around the living room and Steve is right behind him walking backwards with his
gun drawn to make sure no one sneaks up on them. “Steve I think I found the
source of the smell.”
“What is it?” Steve asks as he continues to hold his
t-shirt up to his nose.
“I think at one time it was the homeowner.”
Steve turns to see what used to be a person slumped
over the dining room table and what with temperatures in triple digits for the
past few days it was hard to tell if it been a male or female.
“The top of their head is gone.” Neal replies as he
holds a handkerchief over his nose as he looks closely at the body. “And we
have a gun here on the table and what looks like gun cleaning items.”
“Oh don’t tell me they were cleaning their gun and it
wasn’t empty?”
Neal shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time, okay I’ll go
and call Sam.”
“I’ll check out the rest of the house.”
A FEW HOURS LATER:
“Here Steve have a glass of ice water.” Neal replies.
“Wow thanks where did you get this?” Steve asks as he
takes the glass.
“From the lady next door she even offered the use of
her air-conditioned house to us.”
“She did well that was nice of her.” Steve takes a
long drink of the ice water. “Oh man that really hit the spot. What did Sam
say?”
“That the guy is dead.” Neal replies as he takes a
drink from his own glass of water.
“You should be a comedian.”
Neal smiles. “Well as it looks now it was an accident
but because of the level of decomposition it will take Sam awhile to find out
otherwise.
According to the date on the newspaper and the mail he’s been dead a
few days, did you find anything?”
“Yeah his wallet and his name is Brian McDermott….”
Neal takes the driver’s license and he looks at it.
“Brian McDermott? That name sounds familiar. Did you find anything else?”
“Well the house was neat and tidy and his bedroom had
a lot of girlie magazines in it. Hustler, Playboy he really liked his
pornography. Did the good neighbor say anything?”
“Just that he was quiet, a loner, kept to himself.
They mostly said hi and bye to each other but that was it. Are you finished in
the house or do you need to go back in?” Neal asks.
“Nope I think I’m finished in there.”
“Great let’s secure the place I want to get back to
the Precinct but first we have to give back the glasses.” Neal replies.
THE 9TH PRECINCT LOCKER ROOM
LATER THAT DAY:
“Feel better?” Neal asks.
“I don’t care how many showers you take you can never
get the smell of death off of you. What do you have there?” Steve asks as he
dries his hair with a towel.
“Brian McDermott’s file.” Neal replies.
“Oh he’s been arrested before?”
“Oh yeah about six years ago now and guess who
arrested him?” Neal asks.
“You?”
“Bingo!” Neal replies.
“What was he arrested for?” Steve asks.
“He raped an 8 year old girl.”
“Jesus Neal if I live to be a 100 I will never
understand the things that a human being can do to another, especially a little
girl. Why hurt a little girl?”
Neal shakes his head. “I don’t know but this case
bothered me I couldn’t sleep at night I kept seeing that little girl’s face,
she was devastated, her whole family was devastated especially her father.”
“I don’t blame him. How long did he get?”
“Six years he was just recently paroled.” Neal
replies.
“Six years is that it?” Steve asks shocked.
Neal nods. “Yeah unfortunately. I talked to his
paroled officer and he has been out about four months now. He made every
meeting and he even had a job loading trucks down at the docks, that house was
his mother’s; she left it to him when she died.”
“Did you tell his parole officer about the gun?” Steve
asks.
“Yeah and he wasn’t happy because that was a violation
of his parole and he was also surprised.”
“Surprised why?” Steve asks.
“Because Brian didn’t like guns, wouldn’t touch them.”
“Well something changed because he had one.” Steve
replies.
Neal hands Steve the file. “Now it’s my turn in the
shower and Willie called for you.”
“Willie really? I guess he wants to know about the
car.” Steve replies. “Enjoy the shower I better go and call him.”
THE
Neal watches Steve as he makes another lap around the
track then when he finally comes to a stop Neal tosses him a towel.
“So this is where you’ve been keeping yourself.” Neal
replies.
Steve wipes his face with the towel. “I have to do
something to get rid of this pent up sexual energy and running is the only way
to do it, actually it’s not the only way.” Steve laughs. “But it’s the one I
can do in public!!”
Neal laughs. “Well while you were releasing some
pent-up sexual energy Sam sent us his report on Brian McDermott.”
“Oh what did he find out?”
“That it wasn’t a handgun cleaning accident.” Neal
replies as he hands Steve the file.
“Really? So if it wasn’t an accident and this says
that it wasn’t a suicide so it had to be….”
“Murder.” They both say at the same time.
“And Ballistic agrees with that finding….” Neal
replies.
“According to Ballistic that gun we found on the table
wasn’t even dirty, it was loaded but it had never been fired.”
“The gun was Brian McDermott’s but the cleaning
supplies were planted and according to the crime lab boys they had never been
opened.
Whoever murdered him set it up to look like an accident and I also got
a phone call from the next door neighbor who gave us the ice water.”
“Oh do tell what did she have to say?”
“Well at the time she didn’t think much of it but now
she thought it might be helpful, she does remember seeing a guy come over to
Brian’s house during the passed month or so. She doesn’t know who he is but she
did write down his license plate number.”
Steve raises his eyebrows. “Thank god for nosey
neighbors I always say.”
“The car came back registered to a Greg R. Stanhope
and we have his work and home address.”
“Cool man which one do we try first?” Steve asks.
“Let’s swing by his house and if he isn’t there we’re
go by his job…” Neal looks at his notes. “H&H Welding.”
“Alright man give me five minutes….”
“It just takes you five minutes Steve?” Neal asks as
he laughs.
Steve tosses the towel back at him. “On second thought
you better make it an hour!” Steve replies back over his shoulder as he walks
away laughing.
1204 INDUSTRIAL H&H WELDING SERVICES
LATER THAT DAY:
“Greg, Greg Stanhope?” Neal replies as he approaches
the guy who’s welding.
The man stops welding and he raises his visor on his
welding helmet. “What?”
“Turn it off.” Steve replies.
The man turns the welding torch off then he takes off
his helmet.
“Are you Greg Stanhope?” Neal asks again.
“Maybe who’s asking?”
“Oceanview P.D. Homicide Detectives Perry and Schon
that’s who.” Steve replies as they hold up their badges for him to see.
“Yeah I’m Greg Stanhope did you say homicide?”
“Yeah man we’re investigating the death of Brian
McDermott.” Neal replies.
“You knew him right?” Steve asks as he gets his
notepad ready.
“Ah no not really man.” Greg replies.
Steve and Neal look at one another. “Well we had a
neighbor tells us that you were over there a lot. That isn’t true?” Neal asks.
“Oh no man that’s true I was over there but I was over
there to measure the windows.”
“Measure the windows?” Steve asks.
“Yeah man he wanted burglar bars for his house I mean
that is what we do, welding I mean.” Greg replies.
“Oh I see did he tell you why he wanted the bars?”
Neal asks.
Greg shrugs. “Why does anyone want burglar bars man?”
Steve scratches his head. “Did he say anything about
anybody being after him?”
“Or maybe he was afraid of somebody in the
neighborhood?” Neal asks.
“No man all he said was that it had been his mom’s
house and nowadays you can’t count on the cops to protect you.”
Neal and Steve look at him.
“Sorry man that is what he said. I mean I went over
there and did my thing and yeah we did have a few beers together.” Greg
replies.
“I suppose you didn’t know anything about Brian having
been in prison?” Neal asks.
Greg shakes his head. “Look guys I wasn’t his best
friend so I didn’t know a lot about him.”
“Hey Greg….”
They all turn to see another employee coming towards
them but he stops suddenly when he sees Steve and Neal.
“Oh hey man I didn’t know that you were busy.”
“It’s cool these guys are cops.”
“Cops?” He replies.
“Detective
Perry….”
“And Schon Homicide….” They reply as they show their
badges.
“What’s your name?” Steve asks as he holds his pencil
over the notepad.
“Why?” He asks.
“Because you know our names and it’s only polite you know.”
Steve replies.
“Yeah man didn’t your mother ever teach you any
manners?” Neal asks.
“Ted….Ted Grimes.” Ted replies then he looks at Greg.
“I….I just wanted to check on that order.”
“Another hour I’m almost finished but I got
interrupted.” Gregg says as he looks at Steve and Neal.
“Ted do you know Brian McDermott?” Steve asks.
“Never heard of him.” Ted replies.
Neal hands Greg one of his cards. “Okay man we get the
hint but if you think of anything else give us a call okay?”
“Sure man.”
“Later.” Steve replies as they walk off.
Greg and Ted watch as they walk off then when Steve
and Neal get around the corner out of sight Greg rips the business card in
half.
“They know man.” Ted replies.
“Cool it man they know absolutely nothing. Go on let’s
get back to work.”
1204 HARRIS BRIAN MCDERMOTT’S RESIDENCE
THE NEXT MORNING:
“Hey Neal where are you?” Steve yells from inside the
house.
“Out in the garage.”
“I turned around and you were gone watcha doing out
here?” Steve asks as he comes down the stairs into the garage.
“I remember when I was a kid that my Uncle hid his
stash of girlie magazines out in the garage so my Aunt couldn’t find them;
because if they were in the house and she found them she would have killed him
outright.”
Steve scratches his head. “I already found his girlie
magazines remember they were under his bed.”
“I know but I think a guy who raped an 8 year old girl
at one time wouldn’t be satisfied with grown women that would just add fuel to
the fire….bingo look what I found!”
Neal reaches up to the shelf to grab the box.
“Need a step ladder shorty?” Steve asks as he laughs.
“No smart ass I think I can reach it.” Neal replies as
he stands on his tippy-toes to retrieve the box.
Neal holds the box as Steve removes the lid and they
both whistle. “Oh man.” Neal replies.
“Polaroids of little girls and recent ones too, see
the dates?” Steve replies as he holds up a picture for Neal to see in his
gloved hands. “I wonder who these girls are.”
“More than likely girls from the neighborhood. Steve I
will admit I don’t know much about child molesters and what motivates them but
from the looks of this he was getting ready to re-offend.”
“I agree and look more film and the camera.” Steve
replies as he holds it up.”
“Alright let’s close this house up and get this stuff
back to the precinct.”
“Who would ever think in this quiet neighborhood…?”
Steve replies.
Even as the words were leaving his mouth shots rang
out from the up the street and then they hear yelling.
Neal holds the box as he takes his gun out of its
holster as Steve opens the door to the garage. “Let’s go man!” Steve grabs his weapon
as he runs out of the door and down the driveway and keeping close to the
hedges that separate the two houses they run to Neal’s car just in time to see
a car drive passed at a high rate of speed.
“They robbed me! They robbed me!!! Those guys in that
car!!! Call the cops!!”
“We are the cops!!” Steve yells as he slides across
the hood of Neal’s car and even before he has the door close Neal has started
the car and is in motion.
“Ocean this is Victor 7, shots fired! I repeat shots
fired. We are in pursuit of possible 211 suspects. Two white males driving a
red Mustang, license plate
“Attention all units Victor 7 is in pursuit….”
“Can you catch em?” Steve asks.
“Of course I caught you didn’t I?”
“Uh huh but that was a while ago!” Steve replies.
“Hang on.” Neal replies as he looks over at him.
Neal hit the gas and when he did so the passenger in
the Mustang suddenly appeared hanging out of the passenger side window pointing
a gun in their direction.
“Neal gun!!” Steve yells.
“Hang on!!” Neal yells as he begins to weave back and
forth as the passenger fires at them.
“These guys are serious!” Steve replies as they duck
and dodge bullets.
“Can you pop them one?” Neal asks as he still
continues to weave back and forth. “Show me why you earned that high marksmen
score.”
“I can certainly try.” Steve replies as he reaches for
his gun.
“I’ll straighten out and then you can get them but
watch your ass!!” Neal replies.
“Always. Hold it steady man.”
Steve stands up and he leans out of the window and
even before the other guy can get a shot off Steve raises his gun and he levels
it at the car and he lets loose with a barrage of bullets aimed at the tires
and two of them found their mark in the rear tire. When the rear tire exploded
it sent the Mustang fishtailing back and forth but it held the road and their
next shot took out the bubble light next to Steve’s head.
“Damn! That was close!! That bubble light was new!”
Neal exclaimed as he reached over and grabbed Steve and pulled him back down
into the seat. “Good driver.”
“Thanks a lot!” Steve exclaims as he looks over at
Neal. “Yeah he is but he’s running out of real estate….look.” Steve points.
“He’s headed right to the rail yard.”
Two minutes later the Mustang rolled into the rail
yard and they slid to a stop.
“Ah man their going to run and it’s a 102 out here!
Ocean this is Victor 7 we are in foot pursuit of the two suspects at the rail
yard!” Steve replies then he throws the mike down in the seat as he takes off
after Neal.
The rail yard was a maze of empty rail cars parked
everywhere and they made great cover when the bad guys decided to fire upon
them.
Steve ducks behind a car as a bullet bounces off the
rusty metal and zings passed his head. “Damn it that was close!” Steve replies
as he shoots back.
“They would pick the worst place on earth.” Neal
replies as he fires back at them.
“My ammo like my patience is running thin.” Steve
replies as he ducks closer to Neal to avoid another bullet.
“Let’s shake the trees a little I’ll run around this
way, cover me?”
“You got it.” Steve replies as he reloads his gun. “Let’s
do it.”
Steve steps around the corner and he begins to fire in
rapid succession as Neal runs pass the rail cars firing into them as he goes
and that causes the two men to jump out of one on the other side.
“Stop Oceanview Police!” Neal yells as they run.
They chase them across the rail yard dodging rail cars
hiding behind them every so often to exchange gunfire until finally the only
place left to run is over the tracks themselves but somewhere along the way
Neal lost Steve.
“NEEAALLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!” Steve yells.
“Steve! What in the hell happened?” Neal asks as he
runs back to where Steve is.
“What does it look like? My foot is stuck!!!”
Neal puts his gun back in its holster as he looks at
Steve’s foot that is stuck underneath the railroad tie.
“How in the hell did you manage to do that?” Neal
asks.
“I don’t know I was running and then the next thing I
knew my foot was stuck! Did they get away?”
By now Neal had gotten down on one knee to inspect
Steve’s foot further. “What do you think?” Neal replies as he looks up at him.
“Can’t you pull it out?”
“It won’t budge.” Steve replies.
“How about untying the shoe and pulling your foot
out?”
“Neal my foot is too far under to reach the laces.”
“Does it hurt?” Neal asks.
“No not really….ow what are you doing?!”
“Trying to pull your foot out man you are really
wedged under there.” Neal replies as he scratches his head.
“Well do something I can’t stay like this!! Go, go and
get help from the railroad guys, maybe they can do something.”
“Alright don’t go anywhere.” Neal replies.
“Ha ha very funny find me some cold water while you’re
at it!” Steve replies.
“Alright relax man it could be worse you know.”
“Neal it’s about 104 out here, there is no shade, I am
hot and thirsty and since you were pulling on my foot it’s starting to hurt, we
lost the bad guys….”
Neal points at Steve. “No you made us lose the bad
guys.”
Steve waves his arms from side to side. “Okay I made
us lose the bad guys and I have to go to the bathroom so tell me how it could
be any worse than this?”
“There could be a train coming.” Neal points out.
“Ewwww don’t even say that!!! Why did you have to say
that!!!” Steve replies as he freaks out slightly.
“Steve calm down man there isn’t a train coming this
is an old track, I bet they don’t even use it anymore. I’ll go and get help….”
“Neal wait.”
Neal stops and he looks back over his shoulder.
“What?”
“Do you feel that?” Steve asks as he looks over at
him.
“What?” Neal replies as he walks back over to him.
“It’s like a vibration.”
“Maybe we’re having an earthquake.” Neal replies.
“No.” Steve bends over and he touches the metal rail
of the track then he quickly looks up at Neal with his eyes wide. “Feel this.”
Neal bends over and he touches the rail.
“Train!” They both say.
“Get my foot out of here!!” Steve yells.
“It could be miles away.”
Then they hear the train whistle causing them both to
turn their heads and look up the track.
“That isn’t miles away!! Get my foot out of here!!”
Steve yells.
Neal wraps his hands around Steve’s ankle. “Unflex
your toes!!”
“Unflex my toes? They are unflexed!!” Steve yells.
The train whistle blows again which causes Steve to
look back over his shoulder and Neal to look up in its direction and this time
the train comes into sight.
“Neal!!!! Do something!”
The whistle blows again as it comes closer.
Neal grabs a hold of Steve’s ankle and he pulls.
“OWWWWW!!!!” Steve replies as he beats Neal on his
shoulder. “Neal do something!” Steve replies as he looks back over his shoulder
at the approaching train and it blows its whistle again.
“I’m trying.” Neal looks up. “Steve do you trust me?”
“Yeah you know I do.”
“Then you’re trust me to do what’s right right?” Neal
replies as he takes his pocket knife out of his pocket and he opens it.
Steve looks at the knife as the train whistle
continues to blow. “Yeah man whatever you have to do, do it! Just make it
quick!!”
“You might want to close your eyes.” Neal replies as
he rolls up the pants leg to expose the ankle.
“How, how close is it?”
Neal glances up. “Don’t worry about it now it might
you to scream. Ready?”
“Yeah, yeah do it man just do it……AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
THE 9TH PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM
THE NEXT DAY:
“You know guys this isn’t funny!!” Steve replies.
“What isn’t funny?” Neal asks.
“This.” Steve replies as he holds up a toy train that
was on his desk. “Those bozo’s thinks it’s funny! Well it isn’t do you have any
idea how close that train came to us?”
“Yes I do.”
“Not to mention the fact I got wounded in the line of
duty from that sharp knife of yours!” Steve replies.
“You gave it to me for Christmas remember?” Neal
points out.
“And thank god I did too!”
“I had to cut that shoe off fast, what did the doc say
about your foot?”
“Oh it’s just a scratch and it’s bruised but otherwise
its okay. How did it go with the store owner?” Steve asks.
“It didn’t.”
“It didn’t?” Steve repeats.
“No it didn’t.”
“He couldn’t identify them?” Steve asks.
“Nope.”
“How can that be I mean he came running out of his
store yelling that those two guys had just robbed him and he couldn’t identify
them?”
“He says that they were wearing masks.” Neal replies.
“Masks? Oh come on no they weren’t! Somebody got to
him.”
Neal throws up his hands. “I got that feeling but we
can’t make him ID those guys.”
Steve takes a deep breath. “Yeah I know. Well at least
we got that box out of Brian’s house and the lab has it now. And looking back
over my notes with that interview with Greg it was certainly strange and not to
mention the fact that, what’s his name, Ted seemed shocked to see us.”
“Yeah he did Steve what is that?”
“What’s what?”
“That?” Neal replies as he points to one of the
drawers at Steve’s desk.
Steve looks over and he shoves whatever it is that
Neal sees back down into the drawer. “Nothing. Now let’s talk about ways of
finding those two that robbed that store….”
“No let’s not I want to see what’s in that drawer.”
Neal replies as he gets up from his chair.
“Ah Neal come on!!”
“Come on Steve give!!”
“Oh alright but you have to promise not to laugh.”
Steve replies.
“I promise.” Neal replies.
“Really truly?”
“Yes Steve really truly.”
“Okay.” Steve replies as he slowly opens the drawer
and Neal takes out what was in the drawer.
“Steve needlepoint?” Neal says loud enough that it
causes the other detectives in the room to laugh.
Steve looks around. “Yes needlepoint and would you
laugh at Rosey Grier? Huh would ya!!! If he can do it then why can’t I!!!!”
Steve yells loudly.
“Steve you did this?”
“Well yah I mean I have to do something with all my
free time since I can’t date.”
“This is really good.” Neal replies.
“It’s going to say ‘Cops Need Luv Too’ when I get
finished with it.”
“Steve I had no idea you were so talented.”
“I didn’t either.” Steve replies as he shrugs. “It’s
very relaxing.”
“Steve are you wearing my shirt?”
Steve looks down. “Well yah I thought since all of
your clothes were hanging in my closet that I would you know, wear a few of
them.”
Neal takes a deep breath. “Just don’t get shot wearing
it okay.”
“I will do my best Neal. Those are my pants right?”
“Yeah you know they are.”
“They just look different.” Steve replies.
“I washed them that’s why.”
“Oh.”
“Boys.”
They both turn at the sound of the Captain’s voice.
“Cap.” Steve replies.
“Hey Cap.”
“Needlepoint? My wife loves needlepoint. Steve the
doctor cleared you to go back to work and that’s a good thing because dispatch
got a call from the manager of the Sand Dune Motel...” The Captain replies.
“That dump is still around?” Steve asks.
“Unfortunately, he says that two of his guests….”
Steve and Neal both laugh at this.
“….are dead. Sam has already been dispatched and since
this is your district you two get it.”
“Alright Cap we’re on our way.”
“Yep we’re rolling.”
THE SAND DUNE MOTEL 1002 WILKENS LATER
THAT DAY:
“Hey Sam.” Neal replies.
“Sam so what cha got?” Steve asks as he follows Neal
into the room.
“Well this is interesting.” Sam replies.
“What is that smell?” Steve asks as he looks around.
“Decomposition, stagnant water, and burnt flesh.” Sam
replies.
“Oh that’s lovely.” Neal replies.
“So where are they?” Steve asks.
“In the bathroom boys.”
Sam takes them into the bathroom where one of them is
lying prone in the bathtub and the other has his head shoved down into the
toilet.
“The one in the bathtub was electrocuted see the
radio.” Sam replies as he points.
“Oh yeah.” Steve replies as he takes notes.
“What about the one in the toilet?” Neal asks.
“Drowned pure and simple.” Sam replies.
“So….which one got it first Sam?” Neal asks.
“Well the way it looks like is that the one in the tub
died first and then his buddy. They have been dead since yesterday.” Sam
replies.
“Alright Sam I’ll leave it to you while Steve and I
take a look around.”
“I’ll send you my report when it is all said and
done.” Sam replies.
“Thanks Sam.”
Neal goes out to the other room where Steve is looking
thru their clothes. “Neal does this look familiar to you?” Steve asks as he
holds up a shirt.
“Yeah I think so why?”
“You know who those guys are right?” Steve asks.
“No.”
“Those are the two guys who robbed that grocery store
near Brian’s house. The ones we chased to the rail yard and the ones who almost
got me splattered by that train!!”
“Oh yeah they are and I bet somewhere around here are
those guns they were using.” Neal replies.
“You know I would say it looks like this place has
been ransacked but it’s hard to tell.” Steve says as he looks around.
“Alright so who goes out and talks to the manager?”
Neal asks.
“I think it’s your turn.” Steve replies.
“No it isn’t it’s your turn kiddo.”
“Ah Neal that guy just gives me the hebbie jebbies,
you know little hebbies and big jebbies. He keeps asking me over to his office
for tea.”
Neal laughs. “Steve you said yourself that you have a
lot of free time on your hands.”
“Shut up! Let’s toss for it!”
“Good idea!” Neal reaches into his pocket for a
quarter. “Heads or tails?”
“Tails.”
Neal tosses the coin into the air and then he catches
it in his hand then Steve leans in to look at it after Neal opens up his hand.
“Sorry kiddo, its heads.” Neal replies.
“Ah shit! Okay see if you can find any of that money
they took.” Steve replies.
“You got it.”
Steve turns around and he goes out to find the manager
pacing back and forth outside.
“Detective Steve! Detective Steve!” He says as he
rushes over to him.
“Jerome.”
“Oh my goodness I am so glad that it’s you! Oh my
goodness is that a new shirt?”
“Yeah it is.”
“Oh my goodness your hair could do with a trim I know
somebody….” He says as he reaches out to touch Steve’s hair but Steve just
gives him
that look as he glances up from his notepad.
“I don’t suppose that you know the names of the two
dead people in that room do you?”
“Not right off the top of my head but its back in the
office, would you like some tea?”
Steve takes a deep breath. “Not right at the moment
Jerome how long have they been here?”
“They were paid up for a week and today I came here to
find out why they hadn’t checked out yet.”
“Okay, do you know if they had any visitors, a lot of
traffic? Like maybe they were selling drugs or something like that?”
“Oh no no I don’t allow that here.” Jerome replies.
“No of course not. So none of your other ‘guests’
reported hearing anything or seeing anything?”
“No.” Jerome replies.
“Okay Jerome you know we have to talk to your other
‘guests’ so lets start down here shall we?”
“Oh yes Detective I would follow you….anywhere!”
Steve just rolls his eyes as he shakes his head.
THE 9TH PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM
THE NEXT DAY:
“Morning you must be Detective Perry, I have messages
for you and I’ve made coffee.”
Steve takes the cup of coffee from her. “Thank you
ah….what did you say your name was again?”
“Alicia.”
“Alicia.” Steve replies as he smiles and nods. “Now I
know I’ve been busy but I would remember a pretty girl like you….”
“Hey Steve.” Neal replies as he walks up behind Steve.
“Oh….hey yourself.”
“Hi Alicia how are you doing?” Neal asks.
“You know her?” Steve asks.
“Yes Steve I know her.” Neal says matter-of-factly.
“She’s the new secretary for our department; you really should read those memos
Steve.
Watcha got there Alicia?”
“Messages and paperwork. These are yours Detective
Perry and these are yours Detective Schon. If you don’t mind me saying so you
look very nice Detective Perry.” Alicia replies.
Steve smiles from ear to ear as he stands up
straighter. “Thanks Alicia and you can call me Steve.” Then Steve remembers the
bet.
“The only reason he looks nice is because he is
wearing all of my clothes!!!” Neal points out.
“And Neal you’re wearing my clothes….”
“You two wear each other’s….clothes?” Alicia gestures.
“Well yeah sure doesn’t everybody?” Steve asks. “I
better get to work see ya later Alicia.”
“Yeah me too thanks Alicia.” Neal walks over to their
desks and Neal pats Steve on the back before he sits down. “Alicia was pretty
don’t you
think so Steve?”
“Hmmm I didn’t notice.” Steve replies as he shuffles
papers around.
Neal laughs. “Right.”
“Well Jerome got back to me with the names of our two
dead guys.” Steve replies.
“You can’t be surprised Steve since he would follow
you anywhere.” Neal replies as he laughs.
Steve takes a deep breath. “Ha-ha very funny!!! Do you
want to know who they are?”
“Yes I do sorry.”
“Jerry Foster and Kyle Whitaker.” Steve replies. “I’ll
talk to Records to see if they have any info on them, watcha got there?”
“A message from Jackie he wants to see me.”
“You’ve known Jackie for quite awhile haven’t you
Neal?”
“Yeah I was a rookie back then and Jackie was just a
young, tough street punk and hype but after a few stints in jail he came out
clean. He
always tells me that day I arrested him saved his life so from then
on he has been a very reliable informant.”
“Sorta like me.” Steve replies as he smiles.
Neal smiles back. “Yeah sorta like you.” Neal glances
at his watch. I better go I have to catch a cab.”
THE CORNER OF RILEY AND BRIDGE LATER THAT
MORNING:
Neal stepped off of the curb and hailed the cab and
then he watched as it made a u-turn and stopped at the curb and then he got in.
“Where to Mac?” The cabdriver asked.
“The docks.” Neal replies.
“You got it.” The cabdriver replies as he pulls out
into traffic.
“What’s the word man?” Neal asks.
“The two guys that bought it in that Motel….”
“Yeah?” Neal replies.
“….were assassinated.”
“Do tell man.”
“Hey man you got a smoke I can bum off of you?” The
cabdriver asks.
“Sure.” Neal takes a pack out of his shirt pocket and
he hands it to the cabdriver. “Keep it man I have more.”
The cabdriver takes it and as he takes a cigarette out
he sees the fifty dollar bill inside. “Thanks man.”
“No problem Jackie talk to me….”
THE 9TH PRECINCT CAPTAIN’S
OFFICE LATER THAT DAY:
“Detective do you know what you’re saying?” The
Captain asks.
“Yes sir I do.” Neal replies.
“Jackie told you this?” Steve asks.
“Yeah and his info has always been right on, what did
you find out about Foster and Whitaker?”
“Well….” Steve replies as he opens up the file. “They
are from
“What about the guns and the money they took from the
store?” The Captain asks.
“The guns were still in the room but the money they
stole was no where to be found.” Steve replies.
“That fits with what Jackie told me.” Neal replies.
“But he doesn’t know how many there are?” The Captain
asks.
Neal shakes his head.
“And you’re sure that he used the word ‘assassinated’?”
Steve asks. “Not ‘taken out’ or ‘offed’.”
“No he used the word ‘assassinated’.” Neal replies.
“Alright boys you know we can’t have this here, the
Chief frowns greatly on vigilantly justice. Right here and now I am authorizing
overtime for the both of you. Start with the Brian McDermott case, check out
the relatives and go from there. Whatever plans you have for the rest of your
life, cancel them, and concentrate on this, now get to it gentleman.”
“Yes sir.” They reply at the same time.
THE 9TH PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM
LATER THAT NIGHT:
“Mrs. Marshall I’m sorry I really am….” Steve replies
as he glances over at Neal. “I….understand completely but I have to ask….yes
ma’m once again I’m sorry….okay thank you and good night.”
“She was pissed right?”
“Wouldn’t you be I mean your 8 year old daughter is
raped by your neighbor, he‘s caught but he doesn’t get what he deserves, fast
forward 6 years later and he gets out and moves back to the same neighborhood
and bam! Somebody kills him and some dopey Detective, me….” Steve replies as he
points to himself. “….Has to call the family of the victim, who is now 14 going
on 15 and who has problems because of the rape has to ask her mother if there
is anybody who would want to kill the rapist!!! Doesn’t that just
sound….stupid!!!!”
“Where are they living now?” Neal asks.
Steve rubs his eyes. “
“Yeah but it isn’t fresh.” Neal replies.
“I’ll make a fresh pot I need some.” Steve replies as
he gets up from his desk just as the phone rings at Neal’s desk.
“Detective Schon….yeah sure we’re be there alright.”
Neal hangs up the phone. “Save the coffee for later Steve we have a double
shooting….”
Steve puts the pot back. “Our helper again?”
“Possible let’s roll.”
1500
“Sam.” Neal replies.
“Detectives.”
“Well Neal look who we have here Ransom and his main
Lady both shot dead in his Caddy.”
“That he bought from the money those young girls made
lying on their backs….”
“….And lets not forget the hundreds he sold his poison
to. Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy as far as I am concerned.” Steve replies as
he peers into the car.
“Miss Melanie his head recruiter bitch, Steve do you
have any idea how many girls she brought into his stable?”
Steve shakes his head. “Has to be in the hundreds. I
never thought I would live to see the day that old Ransom the Pimp got his.
When I think of all the years we tried to put this scum away….”
“There is a god after all. So Sam what’s the word?”
Neal asks.
“They both have been shot twice in the head, close
range and it was quick they didn’t suffer much.” Sam replies.
“That’s a damn shame.” Steve replies.
“Yeah what a pity.” Neal replies.
“You know Neal in some ways I sorta like this
vigilante guy.”
“Oh no you didn’t just say that out loud did you?”
Neal asks.
“Well yeah I mean lookit we have been trying for years
to get this bastard and his whore off of the streets and in one night he
accomplished what we couldn’t. Don’t get all high and mighty on me Neal, you
can’t tell me that you don’t agree?”
Neal takes a deep breath. “Alright I’m glad that we or
the public don’t have to worry about this scumbag anymore but Steve you and I
both know that having a vigilante running around the streets of Oceanview is
not a good thing.”
“I know….” Steve replies.
“And we can’t be sure that the vigilante guy even did
this, you know just as well as I do how many people wanted this guy dead….”
“Hey Detectives you might want to see this.” Robert
from the crime lab replies.
They follow Robert to the back of the car and they
look to the back windshield and written in blood it says, “COMPLIMENTS OF
T.N.W.”
“T.N.W. who or what is that?” Steve asks.
“Okay well I might have been wrong about this one,
Robert get a few shots of that okay?”
“You got it.” Robert replies.
“You know I think the little prick is mocking us….”
Steve replies.
Neal looks at him. “Didn’t you just say that you sorta
liked him?”
“I was wrong….come on we have work to do.” Steve
replies.
THE 9TH PRECINCT SQUAD THE
NEXT MORNING:
“This isn’t good.” Neal replies as he looks at the
headline in the morning’s paper.
“IS THERE A VIGILANTI LOOSE IN OCEANVIEW?” Steve says
as he reads it out loud. “Leave it to Wendy.” Steve replies as he looks over
Neal’s shoulder.
“Morning guys.” Alicia says as she walks up to the
desks.
Steve stands up a little straighter. “Oh morning
Alicia how are you this fine morning?”
“I am fine….” Alicia replies.
“Yes you certainly are.” Steve says under his breath.
“What?” Neal and Alicia say at the same time.
“Nothing.”
“I made fresh coffee and I have some files for you.”
“Thank you Alicia we’re see you later.” Neal replies
as he takes the files from her.
“Alright and you look very nice again today Detective
Perry.” Alicia says as she walks away.
“Thank you.” Steve replies as he watches her walk
away.
Neal looks over at Steve. “Steve….”
Steve ignores Neal concentrating on Alicia’s rear view
instead.
“Steve!!!” Neal replies as he elbows him.
“What?!”
“Why are you wearing my clothes?” Neal asks.
“What do you expect me to wear? You have all of my clothes
you know.” Steve points out.
“There are things called clothing stores where you can
buy yourself some new clothes you know.”
“Neal why would I do that when I have a lot of
perfectly, dry cleaned clothes hanging in my closet! I promise not to get shot
in them, okay.”
“I’ll be glad when this month is over.” Neal replies.
“Yeah me too it’s hard to go without women I don’t
know how monks do it.” Steve replies.
“Maybe you can look one up in the phone book and ask
him….oh hello!”
“What?” Steve asks.
“Remember that box we took out of Brian’s house?”
“Yeah.” Steve replies.
“They dusted it for fingerprints and this is what they
got back.” Neal replies as he hands Steve the file folder.
“Wow this is certainly interesting let’s have a squad
car bring him in.”
“Good idea.” Neal replies.
THE 9TH PRECINCT INTERROGATION
ROOM LATER THAT MORNING:
“Hey Ted come on in and have a seat.” Neal replies.
“Do you want some coffee man?” Steve asks.
Ted sits down across the table from them as he looks
back and forth between them.
“What’s wrong man you look scared.” Neal replies.
“Yeah man don’t be scared we won’t hurt you….boo!!!”
Steve replies as Ted jumps.
“Cat got ya tongue man?” Neal asks.
“Yeah man we know you’re there we can hear you
breathing.”
“What….what am I doing here?” Ted finally asks.
“He talks Neal!!!” Steve replies.
“Yeah I am so proud….alright Ted lets cut to the chase
we have better things to do than play footsies with you all frigging day.”
“Now Neal come on be nice can’t you see that he’s
scared.” Steve opens up his file folder. “According to this Teddy you had a
traffic ticket last year that you didn’t pay so the court issued a warrant for
your arrest. This is good for us because we have a few things we would like to
discuss with you.”
“A traffic ticket?” Ted asks.
“Yeah man try and keep up.” Neal replies as he snaps
his fingers at him. “Last year you were driving the H&H welding truck when
you got pulled over for speeding and you never took care of the ticket so that
is why you are here!!!”
“Among other reasons of course.” Steve replies.
“Other reasons?” Ted asks.
Neal leans over the table. “Yeah Teddy you have been a
bad boy, a very bad boy.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Sure you do Teddy old boy and this is a lot worse
than a speeding ticket you didn’t pay.” Steve replies.
“I….”
“It’s called murder.” Neal replies.
“MURDER!!!” Ted yells.
“Yeah man we found your fingerprints on a box in Brian
McDermott’s house….”
“That was in the garage actually….” Steve replies.
“And Brian McDermott was murdered.”
Teddy shakes his head back and forth. “No, no man it
wasn’t me!! I don’t know anything about any box!!!”
“But we found your fingerprints on that box man and
that is very incriminating.” Steve replies.
“Okay man I’ll admit to taking the pictures and
putting them in the box but….but I was never, ever in that guy’s house.”
“Ted.” Neal replies as he leans over the table.
“Yeah?” Ted replies.
“We never said anything about pictures.” Neal replies
as he raises his eyebrows.
“Oh.”
“So come on man give.” Steve replies.
“Okay, okay, it was my box and my camera and took the
pictures but he made me do it!” Ted replies.
“He who Ted?” Neal asks.
Ted shakes his head back and forth. “No way Jose the
guy is a serious nutcase….”
“We’re dealt with serious nutcases before Ted.” Neal
replies.
“Yeah man after all this is
“….He’ll kill
me!”
“You’re be in protective custody Ted.” Neal replies.
“No way man! I know how this works! I’ve seen cop
shows on t.v. and how the guy in protective custody always gets killed!! No way
Jose!!”
Steve looks at Neal as Neal takes a deep breath and
scratches his head.
“Ted having your fingerprints in a house where a guy
was murdered is not good.” Neal replies.
“No Ted not good at all man.” Steve replies.
“Another thing you need to realize Ted is that this
isn’t t.v. and we aren’t t.v. cops and if you knew anything about who killed
Brian McDermott and you don’t tell us that is called interfering with a police
investigation.” Neal replies.
“And Ted even if you don’t tell us and you go about
your merry ways this guy may think you told us about him anyway.” Steve points
out.
“But….but I didn’t!” Ted replies.
“But how does he know that?” Steve replies.
“And the answer is Ted he doesn’t know.” Neal replies.
“So he could kill you anyway….” Steve replies.
“You’re damned if you do….” Neal replies.
“And damned if you don’t….so come on Ted what do you
say?” Steve replies.
“And Ted if you help us we’ll help you.” Neal replies.
“How?” Ted asks.
“We’re make the speeding ticket go away.” Steve
replies.
“You can do that?” Ted asks.
“Oh yeah.” Steve replies.
“And the warrant.” Neal replies.
“You can do that?” Ted asks again.
“Yeah man no problem but first you give him to us.”
Steve replies.
“You guys swear I’ll be okay?” Ted asks.
“Scout’s Honor man!” Steve replies as he holds up his
hand.
Ted takes a deep breath. “Okay man I’ll tell you what
you want to know….his name is….”
1405 PINE APT#4B THREE HOURS LATER:
Neal kicks down the door then they run in with their
guns drawn and then they realize that the place was empty.
“Damn it!” Neal replies as he takes a look around the
living room combination kitchen.
“Neal take a look at this.” Steve yells from the bedroom.
Neal comes into the room and his mouth drops open as
he looks at the numerous newspaper clippings that covered the wall.
“Look Neal here’s the newspaper article about Brian
McDermott on the day that he was convicted and also on the day when he got parole.
Newspaper articles about Ransom the pimp and a little story about that grocery
store that was robbed.” Steve points out.
“This must be the grandmother Ted told us about.” Neal
says as he picks up a picture encased in a frame from the table.
“She looks like she is a nice lady.” Steve replies.
“Yeah man you know it don’t take much for somebody to
snap.”
“If something like that had happened to my mother or
grandmother I would snap too.” Steve replies.
“Yeah man me too. Let me call Robert and the crime scene
guys to come and process this place, we’ll leave Tony here in case he comes
back.”
“He wasn’t here and he wasn’t at work that leaves only
one other place.” Steve replies.
“Always the dutiful grandson.”
“Let’s go partner.” Steve replies.
2301 ROSEHILL ROSEHILL NURSING HOME LATER
THAT DAY:
“This is an old folk’s home Neal….”
“Yeah man so we better wait out here for him to come
out, his car is right over there.” Neal replies.
“Neal.”
“Yeah Steve?”
“Have you ever though about getting old?” Steve asks
as he looks at the building.
“Well yeah sure I think everybody does but now things
are different with Joey, I think more about him then I do myself.”
“What worries you most about getting old?” Steve asks.
“I guess ending up in a place like this, what about you?”
“Oh I guess the usual….” Steve looks over at Neal.
“….Being alone.”
“Steve you know someday we can get a house and live
there together, we’re be those two old retired cops that live up the street.”
Neal smiles.
“With a dog.” Steve says.
“With a dog.” Neal replies.
“You know this place doesn’t look too bad.” Steve
replies.
“No not too bad at all, the rosebushes are a nice
touch.”
“Hey look here he comes.” Steve replies as he points.
“Alright let’s follow him and see where he goes then
we grab him there.” Neal replies.
“Good idea.”
They watched as he got into to the car and when he
took off Neal followed him. They followed him across the city, keeping a
respectful distance and he lead them right to H&H Welding. Neal followed
him into the parking and he stopped behind him.
“Greg we want to talk to you.” Neal replies as he gets
out of the car and that is when Greg ran. Steve runs around the building as
Neal takes his gun from his holster as he follows after Greg in the warehouse.
“Greg this is Neal remember me?” Neal asks as he
slowly moves pass the equipment looking all around him. “We know all about it
Greg. We’ve been to your apartment and we saw the newspaper clippings…”
Neal continues to slowly move thru the warehouse being
careful to look all around him. “Greg we need you to come out, hear those
sirens? We don’t want you to get hurt. Greg we know about your grandmother….”
The next thing Neal heard was the sound of a welding
torch being fired up and then Greg was right in front of him holding the
welding torch out using it as a weapon and of course out of reflex and his many
years as a cop Neal raised his gun and fired.
The heat and pain was intense and Neal felt like his
right hand had been thrust into a blast furnace and the gun in his hand melted right
before his eyes. At the same time the sleeve of his jacket caught fire and
still Greg advanced on him.
“Greg!!”
Greg turns at the voice behind him to find Steve and
he was holding a fire extinguisher which he used on Greg and the welding torch.
Steve covered the welding torch with foam from the fire extinguisher and then
Neal jumped on him and he took Greg to the ground.
“Let me go!!!” Greg yells. “My grandmother, you don’t
understand!!”
“Yeah Greg we understand more than you will ever
know.” Steve replies.
“Greg you’re under arrest for the murder of Brian
McDermott….” Neal replies.
“He was a sick pervert!!!!” Greg yells.
Steve handcuffs him. “You have the right to remain
silent….”
45 MINUTES LATER:
“Do you have any idea how much this gun was?” Neal
asks as he looks down at his melted firearm.
“Do you have any idea how much my jacket cost that you
were wearing when it caught on fire?” Steve asks. “Neal you have to go to the
hospital.”
“Na man its okay it doesn’t….OWWW!!!” Neal replies as
he grabs his arm.
“You were saying? Come on I’ll take you to the
hospital.” Steve replies.
“What about Greg? We have a lot of work to do.”
Steve takes a deep breath. “Greg isn’t going anywhere
and I can take care of it.”
“Yeah but….” Neal protests.
“Neal do you smell bacon frying?” Steve asks.
“What?”
“It’s your arm, Neal you have to go to the hospital.
Come on partner.” Steve replies.
THE 9TH PRECINCT SQUAD ROOM
THE NEXT DAY:
“Neal you should be at home.” Steve replies.
“It’s alright.” Neal replies as he holds his bandaged
hand and arm up.
“You look like the mummy’s cousin.”
“I’ll make a deal with you when all of the paperwork
is done then I will go home.” Neal replies. “So tell me what I missed.”
“Well you missed Greg’s confession.” Steve replies.
Neal sits on the desk. “Tell me more.”
“This whole thing started two years ago with his
grandmother, she was mugged but it wasn’t just a simple, mugging. The mugger
hurt her and she ended up in that nursing home we followed him to.”
Neal nods his head. “And I suppose that Burglary and
Robbery didn’t catch him right?”
“Nope and that made Greg more determined than ever, he
decided to become a cop.”
“Really?” Neal replies surprised.
“Yeah really but he didn’t make it through the Academy
and during that time he watched the neighborhood and his grandmother
deteriorate and just guess where his grandmother lived.”
“Behind Brian McDermott’s house.”
“You got it.” Steve replies. “He couldn’t find the
mugger that hurt his grandmother so he decided that he would get rid of the
scum of Oceanview and he started with the child rapist who had just gotten out
of prison. He planted the box with the incriminating pictures in the garage. He
was in the grocery store that day it was robbed and from what he learned at the
police academy he was able to track them down and he also admitted to killing
Ransom and his lady. Now it is up to the D.A. Did the doc give you any pain
medicine?”
“Yeah he did.” Neal replies.
“Then I suggest you go home and take it partner.”
Steve replies.
“Alright I’ll call you later okay.”
“You got it partner now go home.” Steve urges.
THE 9TH PRECINCT A WEEK LATER:
“So Alicia how did you like the ride in my new car?”
Steve asks.
“It’s wonderful Steve it’s a beautiful car.” Alicia
replies as Steve slides closer to her.
“Not as beautiful as you Alicia do you think I can
have a kiss?” Steve asks.
“Hmmm I don’t see why not.” Alicia replies as she puts
her arms around Steve and Steve does the same thing and five minutes into the
kiss there was a knock on the driver’s side window.
“Excuse me just one minute.” Steve replies before he
turns his attention to the window.
Steve rolls down the window as Neal waves. “Hey Steve
watcha doing? Another new car?”
“What does it look like I’m doing man? Can’t you see
I’m busy?”
Neal leans into the window. “Hey Alicia.”
“Hi Neal.” Alicia replies as she waves.
“To answer your question Steve it looks like to me
that you’ve lost the bet!”
Steve sits up straighter in the seat. “Wrong
Monsieur!” Steve exclaims.
“Monsieur?”
“Yeah Monsieur and it is passed
“Now where were we baby?” Steve asks.
Neal knocks on the window again.
“Excuse me again.” Steve replies to Alicia. “What….is
it now!!!” Steve asks loudly of Neal.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Neal points out.
“What question?” Steve asks irritated.
“If this was a new car, did you get it from Willie?”
“Yeah as a matter of fact I did.” Steve replies.
“Well that certainly explains a lot.”
“What in the Holy shades of Hannah does that mean?”
Steve asks.
“It means Steve that the clock in your car is wrong.”
Neal replies.
Steve looks back at the clock then he looks at Neal.
“No it isn’t.”
“Yes it is.” Neal replies.
“No it isn’t.”
“Steve it’s only
Steve gets out of the car then he grabs a hold of
Neal’s wrist looking at his watch.
“Oh shit!!! So that means I have to….”
Neal smiles. “Oh yeah!!!”
“Hey wait one damn minute! You’ve lost the bet too!!!”
Steve replies as he still holds onto Neal’s wrist.
“How so?” Neal asks.
“Those are my pants!!!” Steve replies as he points.
Neal looks down. “Yeah so….”
“You had them starched and pressed! Look at that
crease man it is so sharp I could cut my finger!!!”
Neal shakes his head back and forth. “Oh no I
didn’t!!!”
“Yes you did!!!! So we both lost the bet!!!!”
Neal looks down. “Oh alright I guess I did have them
starched a little.”
“Uh huh so what do we do now?” Steve asks.
“We’re partners right, we do what we always do….take
turns.”
THE CORNER OF WILKINS AND HARPER TWO DAYS
LATER:
“Hey what are you doing?” Neal yells.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m giving you a
parking ticket.” Steve replies as he slips the ticket underneath the windshield
wiper.
Neal quickly snatches it up. “You can’t give me a
ticket!”
“I just did! This is a Fire Zone you can’t park here
Neal!” Steve replies.
“I park here all the time Steve!”
“Not when it’s my day to do Meter Maid duty you
don’t!!! You’re just lucky I didn’t call a tow truck!!”
“A….A tow truck?” Neal says loudly.
“Yeah you know that big truck that backs up to cars,
that are illegally parked, and they hook up to it and they tow it away!!! A tow
truck!!!”
“I can’t believe that I, as your partner, you would
give me a parking ticket.” Neal replies.
“Why not you gave me one.” Steve replies as he puts
his hands on his hips.
“Oh right I did do that didn’t I? Nice skirt by the
way….” Neal says as he laughs.
“This isn’t a skirt Neal.” Steve replies.
“Oh no it sure looks like one.”
“It’s a skort.” Steve explains.
“It’s a what?” Neal asks.
“A skort Neal!!!” Steve shakes his head as if Neal should
know these things. “It’s a combination skirt and shorts, see in the back, it’s
shorts.”
Steve says as he turns around.
“And in the front it’s a skirt.” Neal points out.
“No it’s just a flap it just sorta hangs there….”
“Hey isn’t that what your girlfriends say about you?
It just sorta hangs there….” Neal laughs.
“Oh ha-ha very funny Neal! Actually it’s very
comfortable.”
“You’re not serious?” Neal replies.
“Yeah I am and you know this whole Meter Maid thing
isn’t that bad. I mean ever since the heat wave broke it’s been sorta nice to
be outside with the wind in my hair, the blue of the skies and I’m glad that
you showed up.”
“You are why?” Neal asks.
“Because I did lose the bet and you caught me so I
thought I could take your turn for you tomorrow.”
“Really Steve well that is very nice of you.” Neal
replies.
“Ah heck you know I wouldn’t mind taking the rest of
the month.”
“The rest of the month Steve? Oh no I don’t know I
mean I would feel bad what with you doing all of this you know.” Neal replies.
“Oh no really I don’t mind at all….”
Just then a car pulls up close to the curb and it
stops and the girl in the passenger seat rolls down the window.
“Hi Steve!!” The girl replies.
Neal looks over at Steve.
“Oh hi girls, this is Neal.”
“Hi Neal!!” The girls say happily at the same time
“Hi girls.” Neal replies as he waves at them.
“Are we still on for dinner?” The girl in the driver’s
seat asks.
“Oh sure I’ll be there at seven.” Steve replies.
“Bring your friend there he’s cute.” The girl replies
as she twirls a strand of hair around her finger.
“Alright honey don’t be late.” The girl in the
driver’s seat replies.
“I won’t, see you later.” Steve waves at them as they
drive off.
“So you like the blue skies and the wind in your hair?
Were they twins?” Neal asks.
“Yeah they were, Betty and Barbara.”
“Which one is which?” Neal asks.
“I’m not sure….yet.”
“You meet them out here?” Neal asks.
“Yeah they doubled park and I had to give them a
ticket.”
“Oh nice car I wonder….” Neal replies.
“Strippers.”
“What?” Neal laughs. “Twin strippers? Steve you old
devil you!!!”
“Yeah I would invite you along I might need some
back-up but you know….”
“….Yeah Ruby she would kill me. So Steve what’s your
secret?” Neal asks.
“It’s the skort man they loved the skort! And my knees
aren’t bad either. Neal I know that you love Ruby and all but do you ever miss
being single?”
“Do I ever miss being single?” Neal repeats.
“Yeah man do you ever miss being single?”
“I….not usually no but right now yeah….yeah I do. But
you know I can live vicariously thru you my best friend.” Neal replies.
“Neal you know I don’t kiss and tell.” Steve replies
as he heads for the Meter Maid cart.
“I know but I just thought you know you might tell me
just a little like if they are identical twins or not.”
“I think about it.” Steve replies as they both get in
the cart. “Where are you going?”
“I just thought I would hang out with you for awhile.”
Neal shrugs. “I can still look.”
“Right! Let’s go partner.”
V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7V7
“Neal what in the holy shades of Hannah are you
doing?”
“This ceiling fan stopped working and it’s hot in
here. I’m going to fix it.” Neal replies.
“Wouldn’t it be better to open a window?” Steve
replies.
“No there’s not a breeze out there to be had.” Neal
replies as he climbs the step-ladder. “Hand me that screwdriver.”
Steve glances at the screwdriver. “Neal why don’t you
call maintenance?”
“Steve you know as well as I do that you need an act
of Congress and a work order before they can do anything and it maybe a year
before they get here. It’s no biggie I can fix it so please hand me the
screwdriver.”
“Neal I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Why? Are you saying that I am not handy?” Neal
replies.
Steve nods. “Yeah because you aren’t I mean it took
you days to put together the baby’s crib.”
“Is it my fault they neglected to put the instruction
book in the box?”
“Neal it took me an hour and a half.”
“Okay then you come up here and fix it.” Neal replies.
“Oh no no that is electrical and you don’t mess with
anything that is electrical! Like my grandfather always told me ‘nao fure essa
forquilha no toaster!’”
“What does that mean?” Neal asks.
“Don’t stick that fork in the toaster!!!”
“Steve this isn’t a toaster and I’m not you….”
“Thank god I mean that would be confusing don’t you
think?” Steve asks.
“Steve hand me that screwdriver.”
“Neal….”
“Steve please.”
“Oh alright here.” Steve replies as he hands Neal the
screwdriver.
“Thank you. Don’t look so worried I know it is something
very simple.” Neal replies as he removes the plate from the ceiling fan. “See
look I told you this wire is loose.”
“Neal….”
“All I have to do is tighten this and….”
When Neal touches the screwdriver to the wire there is
a flash and a loud sound of electricity discharging and then the lights go out.
“Are you alright?” Steve asks.
“Yeah but I think my hair is really, really curly now.
What just happen?”
“Well I think it would be safe to say that you did
something to the electricity and now the whole precinct is dark.” Steve
replies.
“The whole precinct?” Neal asks.
“Yeah the whole precinct.”
“Wow that was quite a jolt.” Neal replies.
“Well at least I have a flashlight I’m going to go and
find maintenance.”
“Steve what about me? Don’t leave me on this
stepladder! Steve!!! It’s dark in here!!! Steve!!!!! Oh well okay I guess this
is Victor 7 over and out! Steve!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Man you know I don’t like the
dark!!! STEVE!!!!”
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