Chapter 5: The Mystery Begins

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Chapter 5: The Mystery Begins

The night air had a thick musky smell about it. The kind that filled your lungs when you stepped outside. The kind that gave you the eerie feeling something was not right. That is what Detective Sawa felt as he arrived to the crime scene. On the surface, he seemed like any other cop. A type of “down to the brass tacks” individual. Still, very rarely people are who they appear to be. He wore a long brown overcoat, his neatly trimmed, jet black hair and clean-shaven face suggested that he was a man of importance, which he was. Detective Ashton Sawa headed up the LAPD’s homicide unit for the last decade, so if anyone stepped on his toes, it was rarely. Still, past his rough exterior, he was a good cop.

As he put on his white latex gloves they mad a “snap” sound when he entered the scene. This particular crime scene was that of a one bedroom apartment, dirty, the smell of rotting food emminating from the trash, apparently the tenant was a bit of a slob. The living room was a mess, the couch was barely even noticeable with all the clothes and fastfood trash. Police in uniform we steadily walking in and out of the crime scene, all of which knew Det. Sawa by name. Then, just as Sawa was going to ask about the details of the scene, he heard something he didn’t expect, an unknown voice coming from the bedroom where the murder had taken place.

“Dust for prints and see what you can find.” the voice said with a sort of authority. Sawa came through the door.

“And who might you be?”

The young man looked up at him startled, “Oh sorry, I don’t suppose you name is Detective Sawa is it?”

“Yes,” he replied, “and who might you be.”

The young man’s look then changed to that of admiration ,” My name is Reign, Detective Alan Reign. The chief sent me up hear to learn from the beast, don’t worry, I was instructed not to touch the body till you got here.”

“Reign huh?” said Sawa sckeptically, “Where are you from?”

“Texas sir.”

“Texas?!” Sawa exclaimed, “You’re a long way from home Cowboy.”

“Home is where the heart is sir.” They both let out a small chuckle.

“Good answer, heh” Sawa laughed, what brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“More or less my wife knows somebody up here, plus I thought I was due for a change.”

“What I meant was,” said Sawa, now a strained tone in his voice, “what are you doing on MY crime scene?”

“The station thought it would be good for getting my feet wet, I was in the same division in Texas.”

“Homicide?”

“Yea, but I can’t say that I ever saw anything like this down there. This is just odd.” He looked back at the corpse.

“So what do we have here?” asked Sawa as he and Reign crept up to the body. The corpse was not mangled in anyway, this is except for the fact the head was completely gone. It appeared to have been blown away by some kind of gun. His body lay back on his knees as if he were kneeling right before he died. His corpse lay in a puddle of blood, brains, and bits of skull, and his blue flannel shirt looked a deep color of purple mixed with his red blood. He was drenched in it. It had to have been recent, because there was no rotting smell. So there he lay, arms spread wide each one clutching to something, in his right, a pen, in his left a crumpled piece of paper.

“What’s the paper?” Sawa asked

“Dunno, I thought is would be a good idea to wait for you to get here, after all this is your neck of the woods.” He said with a smile.

“Another good answer,” Sawa chuckled, you’re 2 for 2 Cowboy. So, judging by the clues we have, what do you think happened?” he asked Reign in the smuggest way.

“Well, if I had to guess…” Reign said stroking his chin, “I would say by the way he was lying, the shot came from the front, execution style, probably a twelve gauge since his head is…well…gone.”

“Good piecing together cowboy, but all the pieces aren’t in place.”

“What do you mean?”, he asked back.

“The paper cowboy, what’s on the paper?” he asked as he reached for the paper clutched in his fist. Just as he was about to take it, he paused, and reached into his inside coat pocket to reveal some latex gloves that he carefully put on. A cloud powder shot out the bottom as they snapped onto his wrist. Again he crouched down over the body, removing the paper from his hand.

He slowly purused it, then handed it to Reign, “So what do you make of this?” He asked. Reign reached out to grab it when Sawa pulled it out of his reach, “They didn’t teach you to where gloves at a crime scene in Texas?” he asked smugly. Reign rolled his eyes and reached into his coat for his linen, he then proceeded to grab the letter by the cloth. Reign slowly begain to read it, a tightly focused look fell across his face.

“What is this?” he asked, “Some kind of suicide note?”

“You would think so,” Sawa began to answer back, “but a large piece of the puzzle is missing cowboy.” Reign looked around for something small, something the naked eye would have trouble seeing. “No, it’s something much bigger than that.” assured Detective Sawa. “Look around,” he looked around the room almost in a instructing way, “no weapon. If he had killed himself he’d still be holding the weapon.”

Reign’s blood chilled as he began to read the note again, this time aloud.

“I AM SORRY TO ALL THE PEOPLE I HAVE WRONGED THAT

DID NOT DESERVE IT. I AM SORRY TO MY MOTHER FOR

BECOMING WHAT I HAVE BECOME. I’M SORRY FOR HATING

MY FATHER. I NOW ADMIDT AND CONFESS THAT I DID KILL

THOSE TWO CHILDREN I WENT TO TRIAL FOR. I ALSO ADMIDT

I RAPED MANY WOMEN OUT OF MY OWN LUST FOR VIOLENCE.

WORDS CANNOT TRULY DESCRIBE THE REMOSE IF FEEL RIGHT

NOW FOR MY SINS. AS MY LAST WILL AND TESTIMONY, I

WOULD LIKE THIS APOLOGY READ ON THE EVENING NEWS

SO ALL MY VICTIMS MAY GET A CHANCE TO HEAR IT, AND OF

MY DEATH. I HOPE I CAN FIND FORGIVENESS IN THE NEXT LIFE,

BECAUSE APARENTLY THERE IS NONE LEFT FOR ME HERE.

MY DYING WISH

JOHNATON SIMMONS

“Well, well, well, Johnaton Simmons huh.” said Sawa with almost a pleased tone in his voice.

“Johnaton Simmons?” asked Reign, “You mean Johnny Rocket, the serial rapist?”

“And murderer it would now seem.” Sawa chuckled, “Well, this guy won’t be missed.

“Shouldn’t we find the killer?” Reign queried.

“Well we need evidence first Cowboy. Jimmy!” he called out to one of his techs, he was dusting fingerprints on the bedstand. “Take this letter and dust it for prints.”

“Yes sir!” he said promptly as he took the letter with his latex gloves and put it in a small plastic back labeled evidence.

“The evidentiary team has been here all morning, they haven’t found any kind of leads.” said Reign.

“Hmmmm, it seems like some kind of assisted suicide.” He paused to think, “No weapon, execution style, and a note… I’m guessing it was a friend who blew his brains out because Johnny Rocket didn’t have the balls to do it himself” Reign held his hankercheif over his nose and mouth, the corpse was beginning to smell.

“I heard guys like Johnny Rocket don’t have many friends.” Reign punched in.

“Anyhow, if I had to guess,” Sawa paused again as he looked down the gaping hole in Johnny’s neck, “a 12-guage, probably sawed off at close range, see…” he said pointing to some small holes in his neck and chest ,”buckshot right below the collar bone, definitely a sawed off”

“So are we getting his note read on the news?”

“Let’s se if he even wrote it first, Cowboy.”

“Right, have you ever delft with anything like this before?” Reign asked.

“Yea.” He answered “Once there was this guy who wanted to fake his own deat by doing something like this. He kidnapped a man with the same buid and dressed him in his clothes. He then beat his skull in with a tire iron so we couldn’t get dental records, the only way we found out it wasn’t him was the fingerprints, they didn’t match up.” He kneeled over the now very ripe smelling body “we’ll do the same with this guy, I want to make sure this Johnny isn’t a fake”

“And if it is him?” inquired Reign.

“Like I said, we won’t be missed. Hell, half the city with pop firecrackers when they find out he is gone.” Laughed Sawa.

“And that’s that?”

“Not by anymeans. Even though vigilante justice is justice, it’s not the kind I want in my city.” He puffed up his chest like a gorilla.

“You don’t think it was an assisted suicide?”

“I dunno, there were so many people who wanted ol’ Johnny dead, so we can’t rule out homicide.” He said, stroking his chin again.

“What about the note?”

“That’s the hook, I’m not sure, maybe someone made him write it before they killed him.”

“They? You mean you think is was more than one”

“You can never rule that out, Cowboy.” Just then a mass of uniformed police and coroner’s units entered the room, they scurried around the crime scene like fireants, each with a particular place to go. “Let’s get out of here.” And with that, Detective Sawa made his way toward the door.

When they got outside Reign reached into his inside coat pocket to get his pack of Maverick cigarettes, he offered on to Sawa, “No thanks,” he said, “don’t smoke, never had.”

“Good.” Reign said lighting up a smoke, “They’ll be the death of me yet.” And he took a deep drag from the filtered tip.

“Hungry?” asked Sawa.

“After that?” replied Reign as he guestured to the apartment door, “thanks but no.”

“You sure? There is a little Mexican food resteraunt on Main Street, it’s good.”

“You forget,” remined Reign, “I’m from Texas, I doubt anything you call Mexican food in New York is nothing like I know.”

“Nah, it’s actually pretty good.”

“Who runs the place?”

“Some Vietnamese guy.” Sawa chuckled.

“Oh yeah, I’ll pass.” Said Reign very matter-of-factly.

“Okay, I’ll catch you up at the station Cowboy.”

“Sounds like a plan Yankee.” Reign gestured his hands like they were six-shooters. Then they both parted their ways, right there on the busted sidewalk.


Submitted: October 02, 2008

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