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Case #1: Romeo Chapter 6 |
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Annie
Donaldson’s Home Atlanta,
Georgia Sunday,
October 6, 2002 10:35 AM
“I
have some bad news Jason. I
ran the DNA you collected at the scene through CODIS and nothing. It’s not in the system.”
Shane McDuffie said reluctantly.
“Damn!
Okay, we haven’t found anything here, so we’re on our way
back to HQ.” “Wait!”
Toni called from the other side of the room.
“I found something!” The
Golden Arms Hotel Atlanta,
Georgia Sunday,
October 6, 2002 10:45
AM “I
have everything under control. Trust
me!” Chris Maloney
switched the phone from one ear to the other.
“No! Hope
doesn’t have a clue.” Chris’
conversation was abruptly cut short when Logan busted into the hotel
room wilding his Glock. “Whoa
man what’s going on here?” Chris
said dropping the phone to the floor. Logan
didn’t say a word to Chris he just advanced forward with the gun
pointed directly at Chris’ chest.
“Don’t play coy with me you Son of a Bitch, you know exactly
what’s going on here!”
Annie
Donaldson’s Home Atlanta,
Georgia Sunday,
October 6, 2002 10:55 AM
“Hell
of a way to die!” Suddenly,
Jason’s cellular phone chirped to life.
Jason flipped open the phone and answered. “Arquette.” “Thank
God I reached you Jason!” “Hope?
Is that you?” She
didn’t even bother replying to Jason’s question.
“You have to get over to the Golden Arms Hotel immediately.
Room 232. Logan’s
going to need your help!”
“Is he in
trouble?” “YES!
Just get here and fast!” Jason
was about to reply when he heard the phone go dead. “Come on Toni! We
gotta get over to the Golden Arms now!
Logan is in some sort of trouble.” Toni
hurriedly collected the remaining wires from the piano and shoved them
into a large evidence bag.
Sleuths
Headquarters Atlanta,
Georgia Sunday,
October 6, 2002 11:03 AM
“Couldn’t
this have waited until tomorrow?”
Bryant Adams asked as Rider Grant led him into the interrogation
room. “It is Sunday you
know.” “Tell
that to Annie Donaldson. I’m
sure she’d really care what day it is.
Now, sit your preppy ass down!”
Rider Grant, who had been a Sleuth for a little over 2 years,
demanded. “This
could be considered police brutality you know.
I could have my dad down here in five minutes.
He is the Chief of Police.” “Whoop-ti-do.”
Rider replied sarcastically.
“Someone will be in to question you shortly.” “About
what? I haven’t done
anything wrong.” “Just
sit tight!” Rider said
leaving the interrogation room and locking the door behind him. He couldn’t have the Chief of Police’s son escaping from
his custody. Besides Logan
and Jason would be in soon to question him. A
few minutes later
Rider
unlocked the door to the interrogation room and went inside.
“I hope you don’t have plans today because as it seems you
may be here a lot longer than I expected.”
Rider tossed a paperback book onto the square, metal table that
sat directly center of the small room.
“I thought you might get a little bored.” “What
is this?” Rider could
detect the hint of sarcasm in Bryant’s voice. “A
book. Finished it a few days ago.” “You’re
kidding me, right?” “What?
It’s Harry Potter,
everyone likes Harry
Potter.” “Right.”
The sarcasm was literally dripping from Bryant’s reply. “I’ve
got some Self Help books by Dr.
Phil
if that is more your thing?” “Could
I just go home. I swear I
won’t skip town.” “I’ve
heard that a million times.” “I’m
innocent! I swear I
didn’t do whatever it is that I’m being accused of doing.
I have no reason to skip town.
I’m innocent I tell you.” “Strange
thing is that I actually believe you.
You seem like a good kid. Granted
a pain in the ass, but a good kid.” “Then
I can go?” “That’s
not my call Bryant. Sorry.” “That’s
cool. I guess I’ll just
sit here and read this.” Bryant
held up the copy of Harry Potter. “I
hear that it’s really good.” Rider
smiled. “Just wait until
you get to the ending.” Bryant
picked up the book and started reading. “I’ll
be right outside if you need anything.” Bryant
looked up from the book. “I
promise you that I’m innocent.” Rider
nodded and walked back out into the office area, leaving the door to the
interrogation room slightly ajar. The
Golden Arms Hotel Atlanta,
Georgia Sunday,
October 6, 2002 11:12
AM
“You
murdered all of those women didn’t you!”
Logan shouted, the Glock shaking wildly in his sweaty grip, but
still positioned on Chris. Logan
had always hated confrontations, but this one he had deemed mandatory
for his own personal reasons. “You
murdered all of those women and now you’ve come back to finish what
you started.” “I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Chris stammered. “You’ve
come back to finish what you started three years ago. You’ve come back to murder Hope, but I won’t let you.
You’ll have to go through me first.” “Murder
Hope? What are you talking
about?” “Quit
playing the fool that you obviously are Chris or should I call you
Romeo?” A
look of confusion washed over Chris’ face.
“Romeo?”
“Haven’t
you caused Hope enough pain? Killing
her twin sister Faith was caused her enough grief for a lifetime.” “Whoa
I never laid a hand on Faith. You
have got to believe me. And
I didn’t murder anyone.” “Quit
lying!” Logan grabbed
Chris by his shirt and pulled him up almost a foot off of the ground and
thrust him up against the wall sending an almost earthquake like tremor
vibrating across the hotel room. “I
know that you murdered those women.
I don’t have proof yet, but I will get it and rest assured that
as soon as I do I’ll come knocking at your door.”
Logan
dropped Chris and he crumpled to the floor.
“Don’t leave town!” Logan
turned to leave, but Chris tackled him from behind knocking him to the
floor. “You have no right
coming in here an accusing me of murders that you have no proof I
committed.” Logan
pulled himself to his feet. And
before he knew it he had Chris pinned against the wall again and he
reared back and punched Chris, sending his jaw snapping painfully to the
left. He’s going to kill me, Chris thought.
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