Sean scoffed, knocked the bottle of scotch aside and groaned. “How can any of them be worried for or about you? I mean, seeing you’re one backstabbing friend and a piece of shit”.
Captain Luke gulped down some lumps of fright lodged in his throat while doing his best to keep his hand steady as he refused to back away with the bottle of scotch.
“She made me promise, Sean”, he whispered in a subtle tone. “She made me promise and I would have given anything to tell you but you know Susan”.
“Yes I know Susan”, Sean replied immediately. “I know her and I know you and you should have told me she was here before she went and got herself killed while working for you!”
Fuming uncontrollably and almost getting to his feet, Sean fell back again as the stinging pain from the occipital region of his skull came rushing through.
“I’m sorry and I was devastated too but you don’t need to worry yourself because I have this investigation covered”, the dejected looking Captain assured.
Sean shook his head fervently, slowly getting to his feet from the seat he had been placed in before moving closer to the Captain. “I don’t think you have jack covered! I don’t trust you Luke… not anymore and I want to run point on this investigation”.
The request didn’t seem in entirety as bad as it should, considering the circumstances but Captain Luke seemed rather perplexed by lots of things he dared not spill as he watched his old time friend grab the bottle of scotch and take a good gulp from it.
“I don’t want any of your hillbillies on this case and I mean it”, Sean threatened some more. “It is the least you can do now isn’t it?”
Petrified and too startled to speak, the Captain remain blank in face. “It is a well-publicized news and the state is demanding answers as soon as possible… I cannot have you doing solo vigilante on this”.
Sean ignored him and began walking to the door. His rear view was equally as troubling as his front and the Captain couldn’t find the nous to get into his seat as he clenched his fists by his side and looked at the patch of bloodied wool on the ground which had been used to clean his friend’s head.
“I wouldn’t have kept your wife from you” Sean whispered before yanking the door open and then paused.
Captain Luke attempted to move towards Sean but took two steps and stopped
“I will find whoever did this… just give me everything she worked on and her address”, he noted before exiting the room.
“I’m sure you will”, Captain Luke thought to himself before hurrying around to reach for his drawer.
Looking around the room hurriedly and slowly retrieving a key from behind the table clock on his desk, he slipped it into the lower drawer and slowly retrieved the burner cell lying in there amidst others. Feeling somewhat agitated and worried at the same time, he thumbed in the digits and waited for the call to connect before placing it to his ear.
The beep before the voice came through seemed long but it didn’t matter, as he spoke immediately. “Are you crazy? What do you think you’re doing?”
Ambiguous as the questions seemed, the voice on the other end of the line came in subtle reply. “You’ve seen him haven’t you? It was the only thing we could do considering all that is at stake”.
“Bringing Sean in on this case is no different from mixing fire with gasoline… the guy is unstable and did well to show that on his first appearance in here!’ Captain Luke sounded rattled. “You should have told me before bringing him in… you should have told me!”
The next seconds brought nothing but static sound and silence before the voice finally broke through. “I understand your position on this but you cannot make things personal. We have a lot to lose and nobody else understands that woman better than Sean Stein”.
Listening to the end of the line did nothing to calm the already agitated Captain who felt his lip continue to sting in reminder of the crazed fellow that came earlier.
“Just play your part and let us fix this!” the voice ordered.
Shaking his head in disbelief as the call came to an abrupt and rude end, Captain Luke looked ahead, swung hard and watched the burner crash against the wall before him in rage. He reached for the opened drawer and helped himself to another burner phone before scrolling through the dialed calls log which had one number on it over the past times it had been used.
Slowly raising the phone to his ear as the receiver picked, Captain Luke whispered, “I have a job for you”.
“What do you need done this time?” the husky, somewhat terrifying voice replied.
Nodding his head, the Captain sighed. “I’ll fax you details of the job with further instructions”.
He dropped the call immediately, leaning against his table while the entirety of his body felt drenched with sweat.
Chapter Four
C
utting through the interstate line and headed right for the address dispatch had sent to him, Detective Jake helped himself into some more deep thinking. Having being at the investigation scene, nothing came through as regards his thoughts on who could have added the eleventh body which not only polluted his dump site, but also brought unwanted attention to his work since the eleventh body had been deemed the one the whistle blower saw.
“Susan Stein!” he thought and mumbled the words incoherently before cutting into the close where her address led and where the dispatch had claimed she should be living in.
Answers seemed scarce already from the crime scene but seeing two cars parked up front the same house he was about getting into prompted a smirk of curiosity on his face while he found his car a graceful parking position. The front door to the apartment was equally
