This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography.
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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, racism, 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.
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Part 1 - Prologue
12:30pm, Wednesday, April 29th. The students of Ms. Billings second grade class at Eastside Elementary filed back into their classroom after lunch. After a few moments, Sidney, the nerdy kid with thick glasses raised his hand.
"Ms. Billings," he said, "my baseball is missing."
"Jameis stole it." said Shawn Redmond. "He put it in his desk."
"I didn't steal anything!" Jameis protested.
"Let's look in your desk, then." said Ms. Billings. She raised Jameis's desktop. Among the notebooks and pencils was a baseball.
"See?" Shawn Redmond said excitedly. "Jameis
did
steal Sidney's baseball."
"Jameis, this is very bad!" said Ms. Billings. She reached for the baseball...
"Don't touch it!"
Everyone looked over at Carole Troy, who had stood up. "Jameis didn't steal it, Ms. Billings! Shawn stole it and put it in Jameis's desk to frame him!"
"Why would Shawn do that?" Ms. Billings asked, very skeptically.
"Because Shawn hates black people." Carole said simply. Jameis was black, and Shawn was white.
"You're lying!" Shawn yelled at Carole. "Jameis stole the ball!"
"Carole, how can you say Shawn stole it? How do you know?" said Ms. Billings.
"Because I saw him do it." Carole replied. She came up to Sidney's desk and said "And if you'll call my dad, and ask him to bring someone here who can take fingerprints, that will prove it." She had with her a plastic baggie, which had been holding her pencils and erasers until she emptied it, and was now holding it open.
"All right." said Ms. Billings, carefully picking up the baseball mostly by the laces and putting it in the baggie. Then she took the evidence to her desk. She looked up to see Carole by her (the teacher's) desk, already speed-dialing her cellphone from her book bag. She handed the phone to Ms. Billings.
"Commander Troy." the teacher heard through the phone. "Carole, is that you?"
"Hi Commander, this is Ms. Billings..."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I came into the classroom with Detective Julia Rodriguez. Jameis had insisted his grandfather be called, and his grandfather had arrived. Shawn's father Bill Redmond had also been called in, though no one present was sure who'd notified him. Bill Redmond glared at me as I came in, and I returned it; there was bad blood between us from a previous altercation between Carole and Shawn. (
Author's note: 'Four Square', Ch. 01.
)
"Let's go into the hallway for a second." I said to all of the adults. We did just that.
After Ms. Billings told us what had happened, she handed Julia the baseball in its evidence baggie. I said "Okay, we'll need to get Sidney, Shawn, Jameis, and your fingerprints, Ms. Billings. Then we can----"
"You're not taking my son's fingerprints!" snarled Bill Redmond, who was hotheaded and mean-tempered. "I'll sue you to death if you try! And my son has already told you that that
black
kid stole the baseball. Why hasn't the
black
boy been suspended already?"
"Because another student said she saw Shawn take the ball and put it in Jameis's desk." said Ms. Billings.
"Who is that little liar?" snarled Redmond. "I want his or her name."
"Don't answer that." I said to Ms. Billings. Then I turned to Bill Redmond and confronted him. "Let me make this very clear, Mr. Redmond. This is about to become a formal, criminal investigation. I have the right to take your son's fingerprints, and without a warrant... it's called 'physical characteristics', and we Police do it all the time. Feel free to waste your money enriching a lawyer if you like, but I
will
take your son's fingerprints."
"I'll physically stop you if you try." threatened Redmond.
"Oh really." I said. squaring up to him. "Detective Rodriguez, call Headquarters and have them send down two Uniformed Officers. They'll be arresting Bill Redmond if he tries to stop me... and transporting Mr. Redmond to the hospital, to have a crowbar removed from his ass after I shove mine in there."
Julia got out her cellphone and made the call, then we went into the classroom. "Hello, kids!" I said brightly. "Would you like to see how we Police Officers process a crime scene?"
"YEAAAHHH!!" a classroom full of second graders replied enthusiastically.
"Okay, we have the baseball here." I said. "Detective Rodriguez is going to take fingerprints."
Julia began the process as she explained the steps to the class. After applying the chemical spray, she trained the darklight on the baseball. Fingerprints glowed on it, and Julia took snapshots with her Police iPhone.
"Okay, Ms. Billings's print came back from the FBI database." said Julia. "She was fingerprinted when she applied to become a teacher. Now we have two clear sets of prints, so we'll take Sidney's prints, and Shawn and Jameis's prints, and see who held the baseball last."
Sidney went first, and pressed his fingers to Julia's iPhone. Then Jameis went, after his grandfather told him to do it. Last, was Shawn.
"I don't want to do this." Shawn said.
"You don't have a choice, Shawn." Detective Rodriguez said.
"Don't cooperate, Shawn." snarled his dad. "Smear your fingers so they can't get a print."
"Shawn," I said loudly enough everyone could hear. "As the Town & County Police Commander, let me explain what is going to happen if you don't cooperate."
I took out a pair of handcuffs and said "First, I will arrest you and take you to Police Headquarters, and we will fingerprint you there. We've forced many adults a lot stronger than you to give their prints, and we'll do the same for you." Shawn was looking very nervously at the handcuffs.
"Second," I continued, "if your father tries to interfere in any way again, I'm going to arrest him. He will go to prison, Shawn, and you will not see him again for ten years.
Ten years
, Shawn. So... what will it be?'
Shawn looked at his father, as did I. Redmond said nothing. Just then the two Uniformed Officers came in.
"Okay, let's take this to Headquarters." I said, motioning to the Officerds. "Take Redmond and his son into custody---"
"All right, all right!" snarled an exasperated Bill Redmond. "Sean, let them take your fingerprint." Sean pressed his fingers to Julia's Police iPhone. Not even a minute later, the results came in.
"Sidney's prints, and Shawn's prints." said Detective Rodriguez. "Jameis's prints are not on the baseball at all." The kids cheered. Marie turned and fist-bumped Carole, who was sitting behind her.
Bill Redmond's face was redder than his son's hair. "This doesn't prove a thing! You will not do anything to my son----"
"Let's take it outside." I ordered.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
We adults went to the Principal's Office. Julia Rodriguez had stayed behind, answering questions from the class about the process that had happened, and other things that interested them about the Police.
"In light of the evidence and his false accusation," said the Principal, Mrs. Carson, "Shawn will be suspended for the rest of this school year."
"In-school suspension?" asked Ms. Billings.
"Theft-by-taking and attempting to frame another child for the theft is too much for in-school suspension." I said.
"You are NOT suspending MY child!" Bill Redmond yelled. "I don't care about that fingerprint crap! If my child said that black kid did it, then that's what happened! Why isn't that black kid being suspended the rest of the year?"
'Because he didn't steal the baseball." I said. "Your son did."
Redmond yelled "Bullshit! My lawyers will barbecue every one of you alive if you try to suspend my kid for even one day!" For some reason, everyone was looking at me.
I tried to keep my voice calm as I said "Right now, everyone," I said, "this is pretty much a school matter. But we not only have fingerprint evidence, we have the eyewitness testimony of a student who has been sworn in as an Auxiliary Police Detective, that being Carole Troy."
"Your daughter?!" shouted Bill Redmond. "All the more reason I'm going to fight you like hell! Your daughter is as dishonest as you are! And not only that, you fathered a halfbreed child, and the Governor had to pardon you for raping that woman---UHK!"
Nope, I didn't remain calm. I shoved my crowbar into Redmond's neck as I shoved him against the wall. "Say that again, asswipe, especially about my daughter, and I'll rip your throat out!" Because of what he'd said about Tasha, no one else seemed to be witnessing my exercise of Police power, much less my fury as a father.
I released him, but stayed in his face as I angrily said: "Get the picture here, you son of