An Apple for Zoe: Book One ~ The Forsaken

'DO IT!' shouted another male voice.

Jessalee instantly recognized the voices. It was the two officers she and Summers had relieved from standing watch over Inspector James.

'Get against the wall,' one of them said forcefully.

'Nuuuu nuuuuuu,' it cried as they twisted his arms behind him and hand cuffed him.

'Rivera, you here?'

Quickly Jessalee and Summers moved from the door and helped James stand to his feet.

'Yes, we're in here,' Jessalee called to the officers. Looking over they could see them behind the axe torn door.

'Jesus, you guys okay?'

'Yes.'

'Hold still!' said the officer as he jerked the man around and held him into place. The other officer came over to Inspector James's room.

'Is Tom okay?' he asked.

'Yeah I think so, but we need to get him out of here as soon as possible.'

'I'm calling for backup right now, I think the safest place for him is back at the station,' said the officer.

Summers helped James back to the bed. Then Jessalee got her first real look at the man who had been trying to kill them. His face was covered in blood and his nose was missing, as she looked down she now realized what the clicking noises were. He had on red high heeled pumps. He grinned at Jessalee and stared deeply at her as if he was taking a mental picture of her.

'Eeee's mine, hu uh uh uh,' it laughed.

'Shut the fuck up!' growled the cop as he jerked the man's arm to hold him still. The other officer came over to the door of the room and started to push it open, but it appeared to be jammed. 'We need some lights on in here,' he stated when he clicked on his flashlight. As he did his face became pale. Written in blood on the door  were the words,

'Death To Pigs.'

Chapter Seventeen Death To Pigs

'So this is the guy who's put this city on its head for the last 24 hours?' asked Captain Debra Shelton as she stood between Inspector James and Agent Summers. The three of them looked through the two- way glass into Interrogation Room 1. Handcuffed to a steel chair was their attacker from the hospital. His face had been bandaged. It covered the space where his nose once was. A guard stood inside the stale colorless room watching him closely as the department's psych doctor tried to talk to him.

'I don't know Cap, doesn't feel right to me,' said James.

'Me either,' chimed in Summers.

'Well one thing is for sure. He killed that nurse. Did you see the word he carved into her stomach?' asked Captain Shelton. James and Summers shook their heads no in unison.

'There was so much blood. I thought he just cut her throat,' responded James. Summers curiosity got the better of her as she couldn't help but pursue the answer. 'What was the word?'

'He carved the word 'War' into her stomach,' the captain sighed.

Upon hearing that, Summers shook all over and the hairs on her arms stood at attention.

'Jesus, just like Leno LaBianca,' she whispered.

'And you saw the words written in blood on my hospital door, not to mention what this asshole cut into his own chest,' said James shaking his head.

'Awful lot of references to Charlie and The Family isn't it,' said the captain.

'You think this guy is one of The Family, Captain Shelton?' asked Summers.

'Sure would explain a lot. But what do I know? I'm just a crazy okie girl with shoes on,' Shelton replied.

'Have they been able to get any kind of identification from him?' asked James.

  'Not so far, he used that straight razor on his fingers too, as if to spite us,' said Shelton with a wearisome sigh. She then continued. 'Tommy I know you're exhausted and got more on your plate than you can chew, but I'm thinking you and Miss Summers better get to talking to this guy fast before his public defender shows up and starts crying foul.'

  'You got it, Cap,' answered James.

'I want you two and Rivera in my office right after,' she said as she calmly headed up the stairs. She didn't wait for an answer and James didn't really need to give her one. They had a good, long-standing working relationship. James had always admired Captain Shelton. She was a large woman and every pound of her was compassionate and understanding. But she was not someone you questioned when things got serious. He knew she had a hard life growing up in Stockton, California. Or as she commonly liked to refer to it as 'Hell's Half Acre.' But you would never know it from talking with her. She never grumbled or complained about anything. She took each day as it came whether it was good or bad.

'She has a lot of respect for you, Inspector,' commented Summers.

'Yeah, she's a good woman. She's someone I would take a bullet for any day,' he replied.

'Wow, that's saying quite a lot about someone. I can't think of anyone I would do that for back at the bureau.'

'Anyone who puts their life before kids is tops in my book,' said James.

'Captain Shelton? What happened?'

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James quietly started to tell Summers the Captain's story, 'She would kick my ass for telling you this. But I tell it to anyone who ever doubts why we do what we do. Captain Shelton—or Deb as she was known back in 1988—was working for San Joaquin County Sheriff's Department. Like all the rest of us who choose law enforcement as a living, she was working her way up from the streets into the detective division. Well in October of that same year, a former security guard and drug addict who worked as a part-time janitor at a local school decided to just start shooting children.'

Summers gave James a look of shock followed by a look of recognition. 'Wait wasn't that the Cleveland School shooting, Stockton, California?'

James nodded yes. Summers remembered the story.

'Yeah we studied that case at Quantico. It made national headlines.'

'Exactly, and Captain Shelton was first officer on the scene. When she arrived it was like a war zone. He had already killed several children and teachers and had gone back to his station wagon to reload. He had brought two machine guns, several handguns and grenades. Captain Shelton saw him reloading in his car and two wounded little girls lying in the center of the playground. She knew he was coming back for them. She had called for backup, but in that moment she was on her own. She had a lot of ground to cover between the girls and the shooter. Halfway there she saw he was coming back from the car, locked and loaded. She knew even if she ran as fast as she could, he would still get to the little girls before she could. As soon as he saw Captain Shelton he drew on her. She called to him and told him to let the two girls go. If he wanted a hostage he could take her. She would drop her gun. The gunman told her, he wasn't taking any prisoners and shot Captain Shelton twice in the chest. While she was lying on the ground he came up to her and put his gun into her face and asked her if she had any last words. You know what she said?'

Summers was now on the edge of her seat captivated by the way James was telling Shelton's story. 'No what did she say to him?'

'She said to him, 'Son, don't shame your mama like this.' He looked at her and his expression changed. He turned and walked back to the car, put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.'

'Oh my god. He stopped, just like that.'

'In a million years I would have never thought to say something like that to a guy with a gun. You know most cops are good at a basic level, but because of the nature of what we do it makes some of them real jerks a lot of