The Murder Of
The Prisoners (1)
Collins
CHAPTER ONE
The First In Years
Trevor E. Smith was a casually dressed man in his thirties and worked as a
detective at Bloomington Police Force Station 3. The Stations were divided into
three to allow faster emergency drives to the source of a 911 call. The three
stations were all very different. #1 was a forceful station famous in
Bloomington for it's aggressiveness in battling gangs and drug dealers on the
streets. #2 was a very 'no nonsense' type of place wear a slight joke could
be taken as a very serious comment. #3 was a very sort of loose place were the
COPS and detectives were almost always happy. Trevor was, like most of his
co-workers, a very happy person. He was not made fun of for his extremely out of
date and/or terribly un-matched clothes. As he went into the Bloomington
Applebee's he saw his friend and co-detective, David Ronalds. David was the
only child of a middle class family and was a bit of a smart mouth to say the
least. David got up to greet Trevor. "Hey Trev!" He said as the two of them
gave each other a hug and sat down. Trevor smiled. "So." He said to David. "What
have you been up to lately?" David stretched and yawned in an arrogant sort of
way. "Not much really." He said. "I just have been working on a few books.
Long ones for that matter." Trevor smiled again. "What books?" He asked
David. David grinned. "You know, one of those romance novels." He said
jokingly. "Joan Collins." Trevor laughed. "Fabio left Lisa for Sandra
yet?" He said with a laugh. A plump waitress came to the table. "And what
would you two want to drink?" She said, handing them each a menu. David
thought for a second. "A Cherry Coke please." He said. The waitress wrote it
down. "And you?" She said pointing to Trevor. Trevor shrugged. "Same as
him, I guess." He said. She then left to get the drinks. They were silent for
a while. Finally David broke the silence. "What cases have you worked on
recently?" He asked Trevor. It took him a while to think of an answer. "Well..."
He said. "I haven't done anything really big. Just open and shut cases."
David nodded. "Me too." He said. "I miss working with you Trev." Trevor
looked like he felt the same. "Ditto Dave." He said. After they got their
drinks they left to go back to David's house. As they approached their two
cars Trevor noticed how bad David's was looking. The car was a thread short of
being a large metal frame. David shook his head as he pulled the overly rusted
door open with effort. "Piece of junk needs to be repaired!" He said. Trevor
heard a laugh behind him. "Repaired?" The voice said. "It needs to be
replaced!" Trevor turned around to the all too familiar face of Carrie Moss. A
tall dark haired woman about the same age as David and Trevor. She was known as
the resident troublemaker at Station 3. "So..." She said. "What have you
two guys been up to?" Trevor and David both looked highly annoyed. "Go away
Carrie!" Said David. She snorted. "Fine!" She said. "I guess I will
leave you two to your own devices. Chow!" With that she left in her Silver
Jeep Wrangler. Trevor and David got in their cars, buckled up and went over to
David's house. As they were on their way David swore that he heard a bomb go
off. But soon realized it was his car. It had run out of gas. David pulled over.
They were on a highway. A highway is no place for a 'Large Metal Frame' such
as David's car with no gas. Trevor pulled over next to him and rolled down his
window. "You need to get a new one Dave!" He said. "For ounce Carrie was
right!" The reason he was yelling was for David to be able to hear him over
the loud traffic. Trevor got his new Car Phone out of his pocket and called a
toe truck. He hung up the phone shortly after the answer. "They will be here
in a few minutes." He said as he put the phone in his coat pocket. "I am
afraid that this is probably the end of your beloved car." David looked over
at the car. Even though he was slightly exited about getting a new one, he still
felt a tad bit attached to the 'Large Metal Frame'. They awaited the tow
trucks arrival. They eventually got extremely bored. David let out a slow sigh.
"What is taking so long?" He said. "I am starting to get impatient!"
Trevor sighed back. He had nothing in his car that could help the situation what
so ever. "How bout we listed to some music?" Trevor suggested. "My radio
in my car works!" So David got into Trevor's car and turned on the oldies
station. They sat for hours listening to some songs that they hated. But it was
better that waiting in the hot sun for a tow truck. As the minutes rolled by
they began to get bored again. Imagine their gratefulness when they saw a re tow
truck going up the street right towards them. Also try to imagine their anger
when it drove right pass them for another car miles away! The truck was now so
late that it was not even funny. Then out of the blue came a green towing truck.
A teenaged man peered out of the front window. "You Mr. Ronalds?" He said.
David jumped out of the car and nodded eagerly. The tow truck stopped! 'Finally'
David thought. He said his last 'Good Byes' to the old car as it was being
towed up. Trevor was on the verge of laughing his head off. He got a
pocket-handkerchief out of his pocket and began to do a fake cry. "Oh rust
bucket!" He said, in the best sad voice he could do. "I'll never forget
you! Boo, hoo, hooow!" David raised his hand in warning. Trevor backed off. "I
am joking!" He said. The driver of the tow truck approached them. "Well..."
HE said. "...I guess that's that. Do you need a ride to your house and/or
were you are going at the moment?" David nodded. "Yes I do as a matter of
fact." He said. "My house please." The driver nodded. "Were would your
house be?" David gave him the directions. He nodded again. "All righty."
He said. David got in the passenger seat of the tow truck. "See you over at my
house Trev." He said out of the window. Trevor waved and in turn got in his
car and followed them. The trip was not that long. They were at David's house
before they knew it. Trevor parked his car in the driveway and got out. David
then got out of the tow truck. He looked back at the driver. "Thanks." He
said. The truck drove off. David headed towards Trevor. "Come-on in." He
said. "I want to tell you something." Trevor did so. The house was clean as
usual. But David did not seem his usual Smart Allec self. "What did you want
to tell me Dave?" Said Trevor. David took a moment. "Well..." He said. "I
had to take a pay cut over at the station." Trevor shrugged. "So?" He
said. David widened his eyes. " So: I have to sell my house!" He said.
Trevor looked both puzzled and shocked at the same time. "Why?" David
sighed. "In order to get a new car." He said. "The cheapest I can find is
an Imaxa." Trevor nodded. "Why not just trade it in?" David rolled his
eyes. "Who would want to trade that for a new Honda Imaxa?" He said. Trevor,
again, nodded. "Well I wish you the best." He said. "Gotta go." With
that he left. The next day did not seem like it was going to be a cheery one. 'Just
another boring work day with no good cases' He thought to himself. He heard
something. It was
the police station phone ringing! David answered it. " Hello, Bloomington
Police Force station 3, how may I help you?" David's face lit up in shock,
he then rushed to Trevor's office. "At Silver Town Bar & Grill, a man
working as a waiter was killed!" He said to Trevor "And that's not the
shocking part! The victim was a escaped murder convict!" David told Trevor. "What?
You and I have to investigate this!" Said Trevor. They each ran outside and
got into Trevor's car. As they were buckling they both felt a strong surge of
excitement. They had not been on a major case alongside each other for ages.
They were the perfect duo. Better sidekicks than Batman and Robin. After he got
buckled up, Trevor turned to David. "So were is this Silver Town place
anyway?" He said. David thought for a moment. "Around Applebee's and
Borders Books I would suppose." He said. Trevor nodded. "Okay then!" He
said. He then sped off towards the Applebee's. They did not find it there.
They then tried Denny's and around that area. No luck. Trevor pulled over a
moment. "I thought I saw a police car back by the IU campus." He said. "Maybe
they know were to find it." So they drove back to the IU campus. "There!"
Said David, pointing to an IUPD car parked on the edge of the woods. Beside it
stood a woman. A policewoman to be exact. "Guess you should go over there and
ask for directions." Said David. Trevor shook his head. "I was never good at
directions." He said. "In fact, when I was in Sixth Grade I was so bad with
directions that I got perfect attendance." David laughed. "That's a good
thing!" He said. Trevor snorted. "Not the way I did it." He said. "I got
it in the Eighth Grade class and I was in Sixth!" David nearly laughed his
head off. Trevor got out of the car and approached the policewoman. "Ma'am."
He said to her. "We are a bit lost. Do you know how to get to Silver Town Bar
& Grill? I don't usually ask for directions but..." "You are some idiot!"
The woman said. "Its just down hear!" She pointed to a small cliff that hung
about ten feet into the woods. Down the cliff was the most magnificent
resturaunt Trevor would ever lay his eyes on. A huge and almost silver waterfall
was to the left of a large wooded building with a small waterfall running out of
it as well. Only one thing did not fit about it. "Ma'am." He said. "Why
is the gate yellow when the resturaunt in dark brown? It doesn't look right."
The Policewoman rolled her eyes again. "Crime scene tape!" She said. "Dur!"
He backed off. "Thanks for your assistance!" He said. He headed back to the
car. As he got in he told David the news. "We picked the right place for
directions!" Said David. They drove the car down a fairly steep road that lead
to Silver Town. Trevor and David had finally arrived. The resturaunt looked even
more stunning than before. The calm silver waterfall slowly and gracefully
poured into the stream. Trevor and David got out of the car. They then heard a
familiar voice behind them. "What up, Mr. Smith?" The voice said. It was
Carrie again. "Come on over! We are already starting to investigate!" They
followed her as she led them to the back of the building to find the body of
Carmont Gureaunt. An infamous murderer. They looked everywhere for clues. None
for hours. Then Trevor looked behind him and saw that there was a river behind
the resturaunt. "Look, there is water splattered all over the place, and foot
prints, AND blood!" Said Trevor. "Get a hematologist down here fast!"
* * *
The Indiana University campus was just getting out. All the Professors were
about to go to their offices and check their E-Mail and Telephones. One of them
was Dr. Hector Stone. He taught Hematology, or the study of blood. He knew every
variant of blood imaginable. He could almost tell to spots of blood apart. He
went to his computer and tried to connect to the Internet. An error screen came
up on the computer monitor. Someone was trying to call on the telephone. He
disconnected. The phone rang. He answered it. "Hello. THIS IS Dr. Stone." He
said. "What? Okay I'll be there in a few minutes." He then hung up the
phone and headed out to his car. When he got in it he buckled up and went down
to Silver Town. Ounce he got there he noticed two people standing by the waters
edge. He came up to the group of people and said. "Hello, my name is Dr.
Hector Stone. I am a hematologist, and I study blood samples. How may I help
you?" Trevor and David stood up. "Yes, my name is Trevor E. Smith and this
is David Ronalds." Said Trevor. David shook hands with Dr. Stone. "How do
you do?" He said. Then Trevor got a more serious look in his eyes, and came
closer to Hector. "We need your help sir, about twelve hours ago this man here
was found murdered. The thing is that the victim was an escaped murder convict,
who has been on the most wanted list for three years. and the killer left behind
these tracks of blood and water on the side of this canal, and we would like it
if you could take some samples of it and compare it to the blood of this man
here." Said Trevor. Hector nodded. "Sure. By the way, have I seen you
before, David?" David looked at Dr. Stone and hesitated at first by shacking
his head. but then: "Did you by any chance go to Mark Hanks High in 1969?"
David asked. "YES!" Hector said almost immediately. "You used to go by
your middle name. Tony! Ah yes, 'Tony Ronalds: fastest blade in fencing' ha
ha!" Trevor looks surprised. "No kidding! You were master swordsmen? You
never told me that!" Trevor said in a laugh. Then David said: "Yeah. Those
were the days. I won 4 high school trophies. I only have one or two left. I don't
know were the heck the others are!" Exclaimed David. "Well, lets continue."
Hector nodded. "How about we go back to my lab and test these?" He said.
David and Trevor agreed. Trevor and David got into Trev's car. Hector got in
his. David buckled up. Trevor looked over at him. "So..." He said. "How
long have you known this Hector guy?" David thought for a moment. "I knew
him in high school. I remained friends with him in college." He said. "
After I graduated...we sort of broke contact." Trevor looked puzzled. "Why?"
He asked. David shrugged. "We went our separate ways." He said. " I wonder
why he became a Hematologist. He never mentioned an interest in the subject
before." Trevor shook his head. "Beats me." He said. "Let's go." He
turned the engine on. As they left they noticed that Hector was already gone.
They swore beneath their breath. Just as Trevor was getting the phone out to
call...BEEP, BEEP! They covered their ears as they looked back to see that
Hector had snuck up behind them! They laughed as Trevor turned on the engine.
The trip was not that long. Ounce they got there they headed inside to test the
samples. Hectors lab was a very clean one. It was small and very well organized.
His desk wan in the left hand corner of the lab (Hector called it a lab, it was
really an office,). He slid the blood samples under the scope. He then logged
the information to his computer. He came back a few minutes later.
"The blood on the water tracks did not match…uh…um…" as Hector was
thinking David interrupted "Killer?" "Yeah" Said Hector. Again David
butted in. "Which killer?" "The killer that… well… the…kill…oh
darn…the killed killer! You know what I mean!" said Hector. David smiled. "I
know, I was just playing with ya. So, what does this mean?" "Well I…"
Right as he started to talk the phone rang David picked it up. "Hello this is
David Ronalds speaking…what?" there is a moment of silence. Then David hung
up. "We got to go!" he said. Hector stood up in shock "What happened?" "There
has been another murder, and yes, the victim was an escaped prisoner from jail!"
CHAPTER TWO
A Night In Indy
They all ran out to their cars. They were going to head down to Bloomington
Park. They all drove there with ease. The drive was not that long. As they were
pulling in they noticed that Carrie Moss was there yet again. Why was she here
if she was not the one on the case? They also noted a long ribbon of crime scene
tape was wrapped around the middle of an opening in the park. Police cars were
all lined up all over the place. "Do you think it's the same guy?" Asked
Trevor. "Almost no doubt" Said Dr. Stone. David ran to the body. "Almost?"
He said. "Now I have no doubt! Look!" They rushed over to see what was
there. They saw footprints, again with blood on them. The same shoe, and also
again, the prints stopped after five steps. "Same guy all right! Dr. Stone..."
Said Trevor, turning over to Hector. "Run another blood test, this time on
this dude and these prints." "You got it… 'Dude'" Said Hector. With
that they all left the crime scene and headed down to Hectors 'Lab'. They
pulled in the parking lot and went in side. Hector sat down and slide the sample
under the scope. "So, I think we got this guys calling card, don't we?"
Said David.
"Yep, I do believe so." Hector said. "Now lets test this baby!" He
adjusted the scope to make the blood variants visible. "The footprint blood
does
not match the victim's blood, but does match the blood of the first set of
prints that were found by the Silver Town resturaunt." Said Hector. "Same
guy, and his blood to. What a creepy guy! My question is: how did he get that
much blood out of him self?" said Hector. Trevor got out of his chair and
grabbed his jacket. "This case rings a bell. I am going to go home and check
my case archives on my P.C. Be right back!" He ran to his car as fast as he
could. "He has archives of all his cases on the computer?" Hector said.
Trevor ran out to his car and started the engine. When he got to his house he
darted straight to his computer and clicked on the search files. After hours of
searching he struck gold. "Yes!" He said. He quickly printed his find out
and headed straight out to the car. He pulled in the parking lot of Hectors
office in such a hurry that his tires put out an almost defining screech. He
unbuckled and went inside. He approached Dave and Hector and read the page out
loud. "The nick named "Killer Killer" was a man who hated people that
killed other people. So he would go and kill them." He paused to look at
Hector and David confused faces. "I know it doesn't make sense..." He
explained. "...But he did. He would camp out and bomb jails that gave the
death penalty. The cops would find blood around the crime scene, then dismiss it
as being blood from the prisoners, and not take time to investigate it. So there
you are. This case was known as the Murder of the Prisoners. " David and
Hector looked at each other in shock. "So, were is this crazy yakko?" David
asked. "Well, the only way to find out is to release a column in the paper to
make this guy think a new killer is near this town. As soon as possible."
Answered Trevor. They all agreed that it was a good idea. They went to their
cars and headed off to Indianapolis. About an hour or so drive from Bloomington.
With all the excitement spread across the two cars, it made it seem like a whole
day. As they finally approached the Indianapolis Star building they noticed that
there was a closed sign on the door. Hector cursed below his breath. Trevor
pulled his car next to Hectors. Hector rolled down his window. "Lets stay at a
hotel for a night. Tomorrow is Saturday." Said Hector. "We can come back in
the mourning and see Mr. Dragsman. He is an old friend of mine." Trevor
nodded. "I have a friend named James Pearce that works here." He said. David
put his head out the window of Trev's car. "Let's just stay all night in a
parking lot." He said. "It will save us a lot of trouble." Hector nodded.
"Good idea Tony." He said. "Or David, I should say." They both put their
front seats back and fell fast asleep. David woke up to see a tall man standing
out front of a sky scrapper wearing a dark ski mask. As the man turned around he
shot his gun straight in David's direction. He then realized that he was lying
down. So how could a man be standing in front of him? His body began to shake.
All the sudden, the man in the ski mask turned into a man with a slightly bald
head really close to him shaking him by the shoulders. "Wake up!" The man
said. It was all just a dream. He was still in Trevor's car. David stretched
as he awoke. He turned to the bald man. "Who are you?" The man looked
confused. "Ditto!" He said. David slapped himself on the face, jokily. "Sorry."
He said. "I am David A. Ronalds. This is Trevor E. Smith." He pointed to the
still sound asleep Trevor next to him in the car. He hit him on the arm, to wake
him up. "Uh..." He said as he looked up and saw the bald man. "Oh...
Sorry, I am Tre..." "He knows." David put in. "You are..." The man
shook David and Trevor's hands. " I am Robert T. Dragsman. Editor of The
Star" He said. David nodded. "You must know Dr. Stone over there?" He
pointed to Hector, in the next car down. Robert nodded. "Yup!" He said. "Out
of curiosity: Why are you camped out on the Star lawn?" They explained their
idea to him about the 'Ghost' killer. "This is just about the coolest idea
that I have ever heard. It is crazy, but cool at the same time." He said. "I
have been working at The Star for the 'Indianapolis Star' for six years, and
yet I have yet to hear of something this creative! Tell Hec that I said 'Hi'.
I am going to get someone to write this down for publication now!" He headed
inside to the office of columnist Jim William Pearce. After Robert told him the
idea he raced to his typewriter and typed: "ALERT!! AN ESCAPED MURDER CONVICT
IS ON THE LOSE AND IS NOW ON HIS WAY TO THE BANK ONE BUILDING IN DOWN TOWN INDY,
HE WEARS A GREY SKI MASK AND A YELLOW TANK TOP OVER A RED T SHIRT THAT SAYS: 'I
AM COOL' SO BE ON THE LOOK OUT." He then printed it out read it to him self.
He then grinned with satisfaction. He ran to show Mr. Dragsman. He approved it
and sent it to be printed in the next day's paper.
CHAPTER THREE
In Pursuit Of A Wild Goose
When the phony story was published, it was also given to Fox 59 news, WISH TV 8,
WTHR 13 NEWS and CHANNEL 6 NEWS, for reporting on live TV. Trevor was very
exited. But with all the excitement he never had time to think of what to do on
the big night. Or who would pose as the so-called 'ghost killer' or what
would happen, or what to do when the 'Killer Killer' showed up. So he
scheduled a meeting for Sunday, only a one-day before the day the phony 'criminal'
was to be set up at the bank one building in down town Indy. When the day came,
Trevor decided to step out of his usual taste of clothing. He was going to dress
up, for about the third time in his life (the other two were his first communion
and his Mothers re-marriage,). He then remembered that David would most likely
need a ride there. He went to his phone and dialed the number. David answered
after about two rings. "Hello, this is Ronalds speaking." He said. Trevor
smiled. "Hi," He said. "It's Trevor. Need a ride over to the meeting?"
"Nope!" Said David. "Got one already. Sorry, I thought that you were tired
of riding me around so I got...Um...Someone else. A new friend I just met over
in Monticello." Trevor nodded to himself. "Okay." He said. "See you.'
He hung up and went our to his car. 'Whom could this new friend be?' He
thought. 'And why was David in Monticello?' He put the thoughts behind him
and drove off to Station 3. As he pulled in the parking lot, he noticed that
David was standing proudly by a shiny turquoise car. Trevor unbuckled and went
over to greet him. "Is this you friends car?" He asked. David shook his
head. "This is my new friend!" He said. "My new car! A brand new Honda
Imaxa! Got it at the Monticello Honda dealership." Trevor looked impressed. "Nice!"
He said. "We had better get inside." They both went inside and into the
Meeting Room. It was already starting. Carrie was there. She stood up to greet
them. "Well..." She said. "If it's not Trevor Edward Smith and David
Anthony Ronalds!" Hector was already there as well. He rolled his eyes at
Carrie's sarcasm. Trevor sat down and immediately began to speak. "First of
all:" He said. " Whoever plays the 'convict' should wear a bullet proof
vest. Naturally, because he is going to be shot on site. Also who in the heck is
going to pose as this crazy guy? Plus: How do we capture the Killer Killer'?"
Asked Trevor. He was dressed up nicely, for the occasion. It was quite a rare
site. Trevor was a very casual guy. Actually 'casual' was a dramatic under
statement. He would usually wear an Indianapolis Colts T shirt and blue jean cut
offs and a baseball cap. Today though, it was a Navy blue suit and tie, and tan
pants and a black belt and nicely combed back hair. His friends barely
recognized him. There was a long pause at his question. Suddenly Hector stood
up. "I will do it." He said. " I will pose as the murderer. The only
question is: were do we get the 'I am cool' T shirt?" Then Trevor stood
up. "Hey! That shirt is mine!" He said. "My friend Jim decided to use it
cause he knew it would stand out!" A man in the corner laughed. "It will if
it is one of your usual kinds!" He said. The people in the room laughed. "Why
am I not surprised?" Said David. Then another man stood up. "Yeah, Dr.
Stone, why didn't you notice? it's so obvious! Ha Ha." He said. Then
Trevor stood up with a fist. "Hey! You two are asking for it!" He said
jokingly. The whole room burst into laughs. "Meeting adjourned!" Said a man
at the head of the table. They all left. Hector turned to David. "Nice car."
He said. David nodded. "Thanks." He said. "Got it in Monticello." Hector
looked over at the car then back to David. "Go to Indiana Beach?" He asked.
David laughed and shook his head in a no. "You be careful Hec." He said. "You
know, I really don't want you to do this." Hector smiled. " I will have a
bullet proof vest on. Plus: I'll be wired. So just calm down." Said Hector.
David nodded slowly. "I know. Its just…I don't know. You and I were like
brothers, and…well, just be careful." Said David. Hector broke in half way
into his speech. "They are in the old pick-up you used to have." "What?"
Asked David, confused. Then Hector continued. "Your trophies. You left two of
them in the truck when we unloaded. Remember we started to talk...You must have
gotten distracted by the talk, so you forgot them. That's also when you
happened to sell me the truck." Hector smiled at the look of shock on David's
face. When David opened his mouth to talk, he could not find the words. Hector
grinned again. He walked by David, went to his car and drove off. Trevor snuck
up from behind. David turned. Again opening his mouth on and off again, but no
words came out.
Then Trevor grinned. Almost just like Hector had. "Well, I better go home and
get to bed.' He said. "You to, so...uh...well...see ya." He then patted
David's shoulder and got in his Chevy Impala, and drove off. There, David just
stood there, his mouth opening and closing.
8:12 PM, Monday. The police were as ready as ever to act. Hector was all
dressed, complete with 'I am cool' T-shirt. David looked nervous. So did
Trevor, who had really become good friends with Hector. After a group of people
finished wiring him, every thing was ready. The cops left. The phony 'attack'
was supposed to happen at 9:30 so they were in a terrible rush. The clock seemed
to race to 9:25. Hector stood nervously. Then he walked around. 'It will be
any second now…' He paced back and forth for quite a few minutes.
In a small van parked a few blocks away, Trevor and David watched the
surveillance screens nervously. Hector was pacing back and forth in a slightly
bored fashion. They then heard a voice behind them. "What's up y'all?"
It was Carrie Moss. Trevor and David turned around. Losing in the process,
precious seconds. As they turned around they heard it. POP! POP!
POP! POP! Hector was too late in reacting to the sound of a stick snapping
behind him. He hit the ground as he yelled in pain. He then raised his hand held
pistol and shot "The Killer Killer" in the arms, he screamed and ran in to
the bushes. The last thing Hector saw were two Cops chasing down the killer but
both getting knocked out when the murderer hit them on the head with his
gun-butt. He then passed out. The next mourning Hector awoke in a hospital room,
his arm had lots of bandages on it, and his ears were popping. Then he saw two
familiar faces. David and Trevor had come in to greet him. David spoke first. "Are
you okay? How is your arm?" He said. Hector smiled. "First lets talk about
more important things." He said. "First of all: did you get him? Second: who
is he? Third: is he locked up?" Trevor stepped forward. "We didn't get
him," He said. "But we did get finger prints and blood samples from him. We
got someone else to test the samples. The blood is nether neither yours nor his.
The prints are different than the ones at the two crime scenes. There are at
least two 'Killer Killer's!" Hector looked confused. After a while he
spoke up. "I saw blood on him before he shot me." He said. " It was a
brief moment... But somehow I remember it. He also had gloves on. The prints
were of someone else! One of his previous victims. He must have put them there
to send us on a wild goose chase, to get us off his tracks. If we trace that
blood, or try to identify the prints, we will have wasted our time! There for
given the 'Killer Killer' a head start!" There was a pause. Everyone
looked astonished at this new statement. David looked upon Hector with wide
eyes. "What about the wiring?" He asked. " Do we have a tape of it? Or the
surveillance cameras? Lets go look and listen to those!" Both Trevor and
Hectors eyes widened. "There is a TV and VCR in here, plus, I have a tape
recorder/player at home! I will run home and get it!" Said Trevor. He then ran
really fast out of the room. A short nurse stopped him at the door. "Is there
something wrong?" She asked. Trevor was not listening. He brushed passed her
and went to his car. He went into the back seat and got his electronics. He got
back out to the car and went back to the hospital room with a black VHS tape,
and an audiotape, and a tape player. "First, lets watch the VHS tape." Said
Trevor, as he slipped the videotape into the VCR. It played. There was Hector in
place, and then the 'Killer Killer' appeared in the bushes. The crucial
second that Trev and Dave had turned around to have vocal retaliation with
Carrie. Before the 'Killer Killer' shot, he got something thin and long out
of his pocket and rubbed it against the ground, then rubbed his shirt up against
the bushes. Then, as he was doing so, a branch broke off. Hector turned around.
But then the 'Killer Killer' was faster. He shot him in the arm and chest.
He then opened his mouth wide as Hector fired at him, Hector had missed, the
suspect had faked, and then darted for the bushes, then the cops and doctors
rushed to help Hector. Trevor then stopped the tape.
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The group looked astonished. Hector had been right. The 'Killer Killer' had
tried to lead them on a wild goose chase, only for them to later find that the
prints and blood had been from another victim. Trevor spoke first. "He cut one
of his victims fingers off?" He stated in disbelief. "Before we hear the
tape, lets call the cops down at the crime scene. If the body is gone, call the
local morgue and tell them to check both victims. See if a finger is missing…wait...
missing …this has happened before! I remember at the crime scene at Silver
Town Bar & Grill, the victim's shoes were missing, and on the second case the
prints were the same. Both stopped at a special area were the prints could fade
away! Those were not his foot prints, he led us the wrong way!" They had been
tricked. David looking murderously angry. "Call the coroner!" He said. "See
what is up!" Trevor went over and dialed the local morgue. The bodies had been
untouched. "Lets go to the deputies office." Said Trevor. "George will
know what to do." They left. They both went in David's Imaxa. As they arrived
they noticed that Carrie was not there. This was quite a rare sight for them. It
seemed as if she followed them everywhere. They went inside and immediately saw
Dep. George Jackson, a man in his late forties, sitting at his desk. "Hi
Mister Jackson!" Said David. "This is very important. Have there been any
murder cases in the last say...Day or two? Its important." George paused for
half a moment. "Oh! Yes!" He said. "We tried to contact you guys but we
didn't know the number to the hospital. It happened, at…" But just then
something came right through the window. It was a bullet. It had shot George in
the chest. "David! Go and get help I'll go chase this guy!" Said Trevor.
He then darted out the window. He ran. Then, with out warning, the person in
front turned around and fired a dart at Trevor. He began feel sleepy. With the
energy he had, he weakly screamed: "Dave! Help! He's getting away!" Then
he collapsed on the grass, the person ran away. After hours of running, David
finally was able to get help. A tall woman let David take a ride in her car back
to the Station. When they arrived they took Trevor to the hospital. Later back
at the hospital, Trevor was lying on a hospital bed hooked up to all sorts of
machines. In the hall David was talking to one of the doctors. "He was shot by
a tranquilizer dart, but not just any. It was a Quakeko* dart. It is a rare
substance that comes from a rare plant. The origin of the name is mysterious. A
native tribe called out 'Quakeko!' when someone was victimized by it. The
name does not translate into any known language. It contains melted seeds
substance from a Quakeko plant, the substance gives a man an almost un-wake able
sleep. However there is an antidote, simply get some pineapple juice, and we can
inject it into him. He will then wake in twenty four hours." Said the doctor.
David who was sweating like crazy looked relived. He exhaled slowly. "Wait!"
Said David. "What about George?" The doctor closed his eyes for about three
seconds. "He was shot repeatedly in the chest,' He said. " The bullets
penetrated his bulletproof vest; he's not going to make it. I am sorry."
David sighed, he left with his head down.
The next day he went to the grocery store to get some pineapple juice. As he
went to the juice isle, he stopped dead in his tracks. He had a feeling
something was following him, he buzzed around, nothing was there. For a second
he thought he saw a flash of red hair spin around the corner. But he dismissed
it. He raised his shoulders and went to get in line at the check out lane. The
next day, David brought the juice to the hospital. He then watched nervously as
they injected it into him.
*PRONOUNCED: (WA-EEK-OH)
Later the doctor met him out side again. "He's going to be fine. He should
be awake in twenty-four hours at the most. Heck! He might even be up in thirteen
hours, who knows, but he will be okay." David sighed with relief, later he
went back to Hectors room to update him on Trevor's condition, and on the
death of George. Hector then butted in. "Wait." He said. "Did you get any
information out of George before he was shot?" David just shook his head and
closed his eyes. After a minute he opened them very wide, looking surprised,
then he spoke. "Yes!" He said. "He said that there was another murder, but
that they needed to act immediately, and they did not have the phone number to
the hospital. So they got someone else. Hold on, I'll be right back!" And at
that he ran out the door, into the parking garage, and into his Imaxa, and drove
off to the police station. When he got there he saw that it now had crime scene
tape around it, he simply lifted it up, and went under it. As he entered the
door he heard a voice behind him. "Who are you?" Said the imposing voice. "This
is a restricted crime scene!" David then noticed that he had a gun to his
back. Slowly, with his hands up he responded. "I work here. My name is David
Ronalds, here is my license…" But then he was cut off as he reached into his
pocket. "Keep your hands wear I can see them! I will get your wallet out!"
Then the man reached in David's pocket, he got his wallet out. He looked at
the license; he then gently put it back into the wallet. He then placed the
wallet back in David's pocket. "Okay soldier." Said the man, in a happy
voice. "I am sorry, but since the accidents...I am Wallace Grundman. How may I
help you?" David turned around. "I just need to know who is on the new
murder case." He said. "Because it was actually me and my partner, who were
on the 'Killer Killer' case first." Wallace scratched his head. "Let me
check real quick." He said. With that Wallace and David raced to the case file
room. After a while they stuck gold. It was a case file that read: "CASE
2836605, THIS IS A RELATED CASE TO CASES 2833538, AND 2834204. IN WHICH A MAN
HAS BEEN KILLING MURDER CONVICTS. IN THIS ONE, THE VICTIM WAS FOUND BY THE UNION
FEDERAL BANK, NEAR THE I.U. CAMPUS. FOOT PRINTS WERE FOUND GOING IN TO A FOREST,
THE DETECTIVES ARE AS FOLLOWS: SEAN COOK, ROBERT DICKSON, AND HUNRI WUNG."
David grinned with satisfaction. "Thanks Wallace!" He said. "I gotta go…"
He said. Wallace cut him off before he could get out the door. "There in an
update that just came in," He said. "It was sent in today, take a look."
He handed David another sheet of paper. This new one said: "THE DETECTIVES ON
CASE 2836605 ARE MISSING. THEY WENT IN TO THE WOODS TO FOLLOW THE TRACKS, BUT
NEVER RETURNED, SEARCHERS TRIED TO FOLLOW THE TRACKS TO FIND THEM BUT THE WERE
BRUSHED OFF THREE FEET IN. A SMALL FRAGMENT OF THE RARE AFRICAN QUAKEKO PLANT
WAS FOUND NEAR THE SITE." David sighed with a heavy breath. Then the phone
rang. Wallace answered. "Hello?" He said. "Its for you, David." He
handed him the phone. "Yes? This is he. Oh thank goodness! Okay, bye. I gotta
go Wallace, thanks!" He then raced out side, hopped in his Imaxa, and raced
back to the hospital. When he got there he went strait to Trevor's room. He
was awake, and smiling. "Hey Dave, how's it going?" He said, but David was
more serious. "There was another case and a set of different detectives was on
the case. They followed 'Killer Killer's trademark tracks and did not
return. We have not yet heard the audio tapes, by the way." Trevor stood with
his eyes wide. "Then bring in the audio tapes!" He said. "They may be
crucial evidence to this case!" Trevor said. David nodded and ran to his Imaxa
and got the tapes. Then, as he went inside, he saw a male nurse. "Sir?" He
said to the nurse. He turned around. "Yes?" Said the nurse. "Can I help
you?" David nodded. "I wanted to see if I could bring Trevor E. Smith,
patient number 7012 into Hector J. Stone, patient number 2577's room?" Said
David. The nurse nodded. " Sure." He said. He then went right to Trevor's
room. "Hey Trev?' He said. Trevor looked over at him. "Yeah?" He said.
David went over to him. "Get in your wheel chair." He said to Trevor. " I'm
going to take you over to Hector's room to listen to the tapes." Trevor
nodded. He got in his wheel chair and David rolled him over to room 231S,
Hector's room. Right when they entered, David popped the tapes into his
player. There was a harsh sounding voice on it. "ALL RIGHT..." Said the
voice on the tape (That of a woman). "ALMOST. I AM GONNA GET THIS STUPID
COPPER, I JUST CANNOT BELIEVE THAT THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT..." Then they
heard shooting and the sound of Hector screaming. Hector could hardly stand to
hear those seconds of pain over again. But all the sudden, the voice came back.
"ANNE PIERCE YOU HAVE DONE IT AGAIN!" Then the tape stopped, they all stood
with there mouths wide open, trying to say words but they could not think of any
thing, just as David had, but this time David was the only one who was not, he
just stood there smiling at the rest of them, he then got a Fun Saver camera out
of his pocket and took a picture of them. "So, we have the name, and we know
it's a woman, so lets get a check on it." Later they did a test with no luc.
They decided to check the crime scene one more time, this time being more
careful about the whole tricking factor. After all, the 'Killer Killer'
could have suspected that Hector was wired, and given the name of a victim, or
just made one up right off the bat. So they scheduled the day to be Monday July
the tenth. Finally the day came that Hector and Trevor were to come home from
the hospital. First Trevor went to a welcome home party back at the station. All
his friends were there. David came as well. "It has been a great pleasure to
be working with such a great team of policemen and detectives for the past five
years," Said Trevor. " I mean, there can't be any other Station that is
this dedicated. Its great to finally be back, and I just wanted you to know that
you are the only group of people that I would ever want to: go on duty with,
have lunch with, and nearly get my self killed with, then the team here, at
Station 3!" There was a large round of applause. Later there was a big meal
cooked especially for him by Bobby Pattison, a friend of both Trevor's and
David's. He fixed fried chicken, corn on the cob, fresh peas, mashed potato's
with gravy, iced tea, and all sorts of stuff, they talked for hours. "So
Trevor, what's it like to be shot by a Qetico, or Qettgo, or whatever it's
called?" One man said. "I mean, I don't think that any one else here has
had the experience, I am sure!" Trevor then answered jokingly: "It doesn't
hurt as much as a stomach cramp from this food, I'll tell you that much right
now!" "Oh! Ouch! That hurt!" Said Bobby. "But not as much as that time
you left your 'pet' tarantula that 'wandered' in to my hat, and stayed
there!" then another cop stood up, it was Jed Watson. "Or when you left
those 'Cool Cops' button's on my seat!" He said. The conversation went
on and on. The next day they went up to the I.U. School of art and sciences,
were Hector Stone teaches. He as well had an amazing 'welcome home' party,
lots of professors were there, all Hectors friend. After the party (which was
not as great or cheery as Trevor's) they went home to think about the whole
situation in peace by themselves. But that's not what they got. Instead they
all got calls from the police, saying that there was a break through. There was
an untraceable call from Anne, it was a ransom. They said that they would only
let the investigators go if they (Trev, Dave, and Hector) met him at the crime
scene tomorrow, at 7:00 AM. They agreed to do it, but only on the condition that
there would be no guns or knives, or weapons of any kind. They were all nervous,
they were actually going to meet and talk with the very woman they had been
tracking down for the past several months. It just seemed too easy. All three
were suspicious; there was something fishy about the whole thing. "I for one
think that it's a trick, I mean, she has done it in the past, why can't she
do it again?" Said David. Hector nodded. "Good point." He said. "But if
she isn't, well, this case is in the book's. But like David here said, don't
get to exited." they stood there for a while talking about what to do the next
morning. They made a plan: the two antenna's on the top of the Bank One
building had two 'Ultra Zoom' digital camera's attached to them (specially
made camera's for the Police, created by Panasonic) and police were stationed
on all floors of the building. Behind the tented windows were shooters, and all
three men were to wear bullet proof vests, and gear. Plus, a hostage negotiator
was on hand on the fifth floor. At a quick meeting they set up a board, and drew
a picture displaying all the key elements of the plan.
Later that night, they went to bed all fearing the next day. Yet, despite their
fears, they were fast asleep. The next morning David awoke in a strange place.
The walls were painted red; he could faintly hear terrible screams, then
horrible laughter. He got up and went towards the door; he peaked out, and then
heard footsteps behind him, back in the room. He turned around fast, and saw
Hector and Trevor starring at him, without blinking, they were dead, David
screamed. The bodies fell back to reveal a tall, red-haired, crazy looking
woman, with blood shot eyes, coldly staring at him. She lifted a knife, David
screamed, she then stuck him, David could hear beeping, then David woke up, it
had all been a horrible nightmar. he was sweating, his alarm clock awoke him. It
was time to go to work. Hector and Trevor came in to bid him good mourning, then
they all got ready. They got into David's Imaxa, and drove to down town
Indianapolis.
CHAPTER FOUR
Confrontation With Pierce
They spent the whole car ride in almost complete silence. David did not say one
thing about his dream. He did not want to discourage Hector or Trevor. When they
got there they were not so much as scared, they were all, despite they're past
fears, prepared. They came to the crime scene, trying to look as calm as
possible, and as alone as possible. There, was a tall red haired woman, crazy
looking, much like in David's dream, all the way up to her blood shot red
eyes, and sitting next to her, tied up (and in a Quakeko induced Coma) where Bob
Dickson, Sean Cook, and Hunri Wung. Anne, just stood there staring at them
coldly, again much like she had in David's dream. After a long silence she
finally spoke. "So, gentleman, please sit down, let us talk." She said. All
three of them swallowed at the same time. They where starting to get nervous
again. "S-s-s-sure." Said David. They then sat in three pre arraigned
chairs. "So..." Said Anne. "You want these losers back?! They are nothing
but stupid, human killing losers! So are you." David looked confused, and then
she continued. " Oh don't try to look like you know-nothing as to what I am
talking about, I ain't stupid enough to fall for that one! Back in 92, you
shot and killed Bob Anthony, the hostage taker, and you know how much I hate
killers like you…" Then Trevor's eyes widened, he knew what was coming, he
then pushed Hector's head down with his left hand and David's with his
right, and screamed: "Down!!!!" Then Anne got out a gigantic machine gun and
fired at them, out of the windows the cops shot at her, but she ran inside the
building, David, Trevor, and Hector heard repeated gun shots inside then
silence, finally Trevor got up and ran inside to go get her. David and Hector
ran for help, they split up into two different elevators. Then as Hector watched
David get into his unit safely. He waited for his to open. Finally, it opened.
He got in, then out of the blue, Anne Pierce jumped down from the ceiling, and
put her hand over his mouth, her grip was surprisingly strong considering her
thin look. " Now how bout we take a ride up stairs and visit your pals," She
said. Later Trevor was searching all over. when he went in to the hall, to get
to the next level, it opened with Anne holding Hectors mouth closed. "Move it!
Come on in the elevator come on! Come on! Hurry up, and keep your hands were I
can see em!" He got in. she took them to the top level of the building. when
they got out, she took them to a trap door, and it led to the top of the
building! When they where on the top, Anne took her gun and shot out the 'Ultra
Zoom' cameras. Then took Hector and Trevor and tied them up with some left
over electric extension cords. She then checked their close for weapons.
nothing. "Okay pals, now I am going to find your other friend." Then she
placed them on the very edge of the building. They looked down, the almost
immediately, they where sick at there stomachs. "See ya. Ha, ha," She
chuckled. Then she left them. After what seemed like hours, David came onto the
roof. they sighed with relief. "Hey guys. I am so glad to see you, and not in
the morgue! Here let me untie you!" David then carefully moved them from the
edge; he then took a pocketknife and cut them loose. Again they let out sighs of
relief. but it was short lived when Anne appeared shaking her head, and
grinning, evilly. "Bad move pals, fools, I should say! Well, you asked for
it!" Then without another word, she pushed Hector over the side. "Hec!"
Yelled David. Hector managed to grab hold of a windowsill. he then pulled him
self up, broke a window, and crawled inside a small office. Back on the top,
David was in an intense fistfight with Anne. He was winning when all of the
sudden, Anne punched David right square in the mouth. He managed to grab on to
another leftover extension cord, which was permanently attached to the wall. As
he fell he gripped it as tight as he could. He fell and fell and fell. The cord
was unraveling fast. Until he then landed on a windowsill, and then tied the
cord around his waist. then he heard a familiar voice: "Need some help Tony?"
It was Hector, looking right out of the window at him. David smiled. Hector
opened the window. David gave him his hand, then all of the sudden, the cord
snapped from the top! Hector was now holding onto David with one hand! Later,
back on the top, Anne had just snapped David's cord. Trevor then punched her.
Then when she was on the ground. Trevor stole one of her guns from her belt. She
then kicked him in the face. He was okay, and still had her gun, when she got up
he aimed, and then pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He was out of bullets.
Anne laughed. She pulled two handguns out of her utility belt. But Trevor was
quicker. He threw the gun at her, the butt of it knocking her out, and the
impact knocking her over the edge. She died when she hit the bottom. Trevor
looked down, smiled, then said: "Bye bye, pal!" Later back on the side of
the building Hector tried franticly to hold on to David. Then from behind came
Trevor. he grabbed David's hand with Hector and together they pulled him up. "Well
I guess that's the end of this case." Said Trevor. Afterwards they went to
the hospital to get their wounds fixed up. the three hostages were later taken
out of the Quakeko comas, and later became good friends with Trev, Dave, and Hec.
They were later taken home, after that they went back to their normal lives.
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TWO MONTHS LATER
At the house of David Ronalds, a Silver Ford Taurus pulled up the driveway. In
it were Hector Stone and Trevor E. Smith. They went up to the door and rang the
doorbell. Their hands where full, each has a tall object, each one is covered in
brown paper. Finally, David answers, he looks surprised, and confused. "What
are you two doing here?" He said. "And, what are those things wrapped up?"
They then said: "Tah duh!" and unwrapped two trophies, one saying 'TONY
RONALDS: WINNER OF THE SCHOOL FENCING TOURNAMENT' and the other saying: 'SENIOR
FENCING CHAMPIONSHIP: TONY RONALDS' David, ounce again could not find the
words to say, but then after a while. He finally spoke. "Oh…my…gosh!"
Hector and Trevor then laid the trophies down and said: "Happy Birthday!"
They then hugged him. Now here ends yet another adventure in the lives of: Smith
and Ronalds.
THE END