The order of my stories to read is:
Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series.
Case of the Murdered Lovers series.
Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series.
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criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
The sex is near the middle of the story. The puzzle solution and the shocking twists are worth reading through to the end, though...
Part 11 - The Final Break
6:45am. There had been no deals during the night. After dinner I had ordered that we cease and desist from any more talks with any of the perps or their lawyers, and made sure the four men were not in the same holding cells. Then I had gone home to The Cabin, but my mom wasn't there. She'd left for Apple Grove earlier in the day, to finish packing and take care of all the little details up there. It was strange being alone in bed, but it did have one benefit: I got some much needed sleep.
I could not say that about others at the headquarters: Teresa Croyle came into the MCD room, looking exhausted. She reported what had happened the night before. A woman had been brought to the Emergency Room entrance of University Hospital by a large black man.
After laying the woman on the gurney, the man disappeared. The E.R. Nurse, a pretty young Asian woman, had instructed the orderlies to rush the woman into a trauma room, then looked back to ask the man questions, but he was gone.
Meanwhile, the woman had heavily overdosed on cocaine, and she didn't make it. Her name was Margo Bailey, wife of Sean Bailey, who was the best sales agent for a pharmaceutical company. Teresa had had the sad duty of calling her husband, then later informing him of his wife's death.
"What's really ugly about this," Teresa said, her face an angry scowl, "is that Margo had a history of drug problems, and her husband had said he'd divorce her if she didn't clean up. Well, she DID finally get clean, and she had stayed clean for several months... but last night two of her 'girlfriends', and I use that term very loosely, took her out on the town... and they took her straight to the clubs where the drugs are sold. They said they left her talking to a young man, and the description of the guy is of someone well-known in Vice for bringing people to locations that have been set up to buy fixes."
"Those women," I said, "they just left her? They didn't try to help her at all, or look after her? Just threw her to the drug recruiter?" I asked, as Teresa handed me a small sheet of paper with those women's names.
"Yeah," Teresa replied, staring into space, her face dead to anything but Justice as she spoke. "Those fucking bitches just left her... maybe even took her there on purpose to set her up to get drugged, but of course they'll never admit to that..." Looking at Teresa "Cunt" Croyle, I knew it would be a bad day for those women if they ever ran afoul of the Law with Teresa anywhere nearby...
Waking up from her reverie, Teresa continued "That's not all. There was semen in the woman's vagina, pretty fresh, when she was brought in. They used a full rape kit, just in case. The Crime Lab's rape division has gotten into a habit of making an immediate comparison of raped and drugged women to a certain rapist, and the result will interest you."
She handed me the preliminary report, completed half an hour earlier. While it looked like two men had ejaculated inside the woman, one of those men who had deposited his semen into the her was pretty much without doubt my nephew Ned.
"The bastard's in town. Put out an APB in case he left town in the night." I said. Teresa replied that she had already done so.
It was 7:00am, and we knew what that meant: Bettina!
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" the reporterette began somberly reporting. "Margo Bailey, wife of wealthy BigPharmaCorp sales rep Sean Bailey, died last night at University Hospital of a severe cocaine overdose. Mrs. Bailey was out with friends last night, who lost track of her and had believed she had gone home. A few hours later she was brought to the hospital by an unknown Good Samaritan, but doctors were unable to save her. Mrs. Bailey is survived by--"
"Good Samaritan?" Teresa scowled.
"In other news," Bettina Wurtzburg reported through our TV, "the police department is interviewing four men in connection to the murder of Russian chess master Vladimir Kurchikov. Channel Two News has also confirmed that two police officers were called to that location earlier in the evening, where reports of shouting and fighting in that apartment were lodged by the neighbors. One of those police officers is reported to be Sergeant Carroll, who was suspended without pay for a violation of police policies. The Police Union representative has demanded Sergeant Carroll's immediate reinstatement--"
"They're throwing him to the wolves, you know." Teresa said. I whirled to look at her, realizing that I was receiving the answer to an earlier vague question.
"Is he dirty?" I asked.
"I don't know." Teresa said, "but that's the way things work around here. Giving the Press a story about a procedural issue is telling the world that he's finished."
I just nodded. So that was how "things" worked. This put an interesting new light on things.
At 8:00am sharp, ADA Paulina Patterson came into the MCD room. "This may be it-- Vince Rossoliano wants to talk to you....
without his lawyer.
"
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"Go." Vince told his lawyer once we were in the interrogation room. "Get out."
"But... but.." the lawyer sputtered.
"GO!" Vince roared. "OUT!"
Once the lawyer is was gone, Vince said "If I tell you everything I know, is the immunity still on the table?"
"Here's the deal." Paulina stated, bringing out a document. "You tell us everything, sign it in writing, testify when we ask you to, for the Grand Jury or at the killer's trial, and you'll be given full immunity. You'll be deported after the trial, and if you enter the United States again the immunity will be voided. "
"Good enough." Vince said. "And I am only going to talk about this night and this murder, yes?" Paulina and I looked at each other, then agreed.
"You are right," Vince started, "we would meet from time to time to arrange our drug deals. This Town was convenient because Baptiste was a foreign exchange student here, Dill-Worthing's company has a branch here, Kurchikov could easily come from the City, where he teaches chess, and he leased this apartment where he could prepare for big chess matches, and Gomez... well, he likes the college girls and the prostitutes in your Tenderloin District."
"The woman?" I asked.
"I do not know much about her." Vince said. "Baptiste knew her in France; I believe they had a drug operation in Paris, and he wanted to bring her into our cartel as our American representative. Each of us has a country to grow our own businesses in, and Kurchikov would arrange drug shipments to each of us from time to time, using the chess tournaments he participated in as cover for his travels and deliveries. I had no problem with bringing in this woman, as it would mean less travel to America and I would still get a cut. Of course, my people would have to check her out."
"Did anyone oppose her inclusion?" I asked.
"Gomez was not sold on her, but I think he just wanted to fuck her first. Dill-Worthing had objections, and discussed them with Kurchikov. Let me explain: we would play bridge, and whoever was in dummy would talk in the kitchen with Kurchikov. He was our supplier of drugs; we each placed our orders with him. Kurchikov would balance the numbers, arrange shipments from one of us to another whenever we needed it. He was very good with numbers, very smooth.
"Sometimes we would get into arguments, we would get passionate. The redhead cop, the Sergeant, he would always respond if there was a problem. I do not know for sure, but I believe Kurchikov paid him to keep the Police Vice squad from coming after us. I say this because sometimes that cop would come around, and would talk to Kurchikov alone.
"What about the night of the murder." I asked. "What happened?"
"It was a very typical night. We drank, we smoked, we played cards, Gomez cheated like hell at the cards, we argue, police come, we quiet down and start making our deals with Kurchikov, we talk about adding the woman as our partner. Then we all left, sometime after 11:00."
"And only one person opposed the inclusion of the woman." I said, to confirm what I was hearing.
"Ehh, we were all cautious, of course... but yes, Dill-Worthing was the only one strongly opposed. Kurchikov even suggested to me in private that she could be his replacement, if Dill-Worthing didn't like it."