This story is part of an ongoing series.
The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are:
Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters, Swamp Frogs, Man of God, Fathers and Sons, Fire In The Hole, Ethical Dilemmas.
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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, 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.
Part 14 - Resolution
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A look of horror crossed Judge Elton Boynton's face as he realized his handgun was not firing. Cindy quickly grabbed Joanne's shoulders and pulled her back, then got between her and the judge. O'Brady's Officers quickly rushed up and grabbed the killer, separating him from his handgun.
"But how..." muttered Boynton, still in shock that the gun had not fired. And then he got his answer.
Coming around from behind the foliage behind the pool was a large, broad-shouldered redhead, wearing black civilian clothes and a beige trenchcoat over them, and of course a Tilley hat with Airborne wings over a TCPD hat badge. It was what was in his right hand that revealed his identity to Boynton: the red crowbar.
"Oh, is your gun not working properly, Judge Boynton?" I asked, my voice sounding bright and Rudistan-'ish'. I held up an evidence bag with my latex-gloved left hand, which contained a number of 357 SIG caliber cartridges. "I daresay it would've worked better with these in it."
"The Iron Crowbar." said Boynton, his eyes flashing pure evil as he recognized me. "I should've known. I
did
know: McSwain's ring... it was too bright, too new. I should've realized this was one of your dirty tricks."
"True enough, you should've seen right through it." I said, rubbing it in. "But you didn't. You were too busy looking at my lovely undercover Police Officer here. You should've kept your pants zipped up, Judge. I can assure you the gangbangers won't, when they see your fresh cherry ass brought into their jails."
I turned to O'Brady and said loudly: "Congratulations, Detective O'Brady. You have discovered and arrested the murderer of Leigh Lance, disgraced Judge Elton Boynton." I handed him the bag of cartridges. "I believe you will find Boynton's fingerprints on these, and Ballistics will show that one of these bullets was fired by the gun you just removed from Boynton's hand, killing Mrs. Lance. Read the bastard his rights, and get his ass up to Pottsville as fast as you can."
As the Officers led Boynton away, O'Brady came up and shook my hand. "Thank you, Commander. For this, and for all your help."
"It was fun. I wouldn't have missed it." I said, handing him my card. "If you need me for the trial, just call."
As O'Brady followed his team out of the park, Roy McGhillie came up from the fringes, joining Joanne and Cindy in front of me. "Well, look who finally showed up!" said the Green Crowbar accusingly... to me.
"As if I were needed here." I said. "You did an outstanding job. All of you did."
"And just how did that gun miraculously get empty?" asked the TCPD Deputy Chief as her ice-blue eyes bore into my gray peepers.
"Oh, that was simple enough, and no miracle." I replied. "As part of the sting, I took the liberty of entering the Judge's car and searching it. This was the only gun in it, so I emptied it of the bullets. I figured he might come get it, and having them take it off his person makes the case against him even stronger. And I was watching, so if he'd have tried to pull a different gun, I'd have shot him right then and there. So Joanne was in no real danger."
Roy and Joanne were grinning brightly. Cindy was less amused. "Thanks for letting me know." she said. "I thought I was going to have to cover Joanne with my body and the armor on it, but the bastard got the drop on me."
"I did tell O'Brady to not shoot Boynton." I said. "Your acting was better for not knowing---"
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It was my Police iPhone. "Troy." I said, answering it.
"This is O'Brady." said O'Brady on the other end of the line. "Boynton had a cyanide capsule in his mouth, and he bit down on it. He's dead..."
Part 14 - Law And Disorder
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the redheaded MILF reporterette at 7:00am, Friday, August 31st, from in front of the Courthouse complex. "We are bringing you continuing coverage of the Media's legal victory over the Town & County Police yesterday!"
Bettina looked like she was having an orgasm as she said "Yesterday, Judge Patrick R. Folsom ruled that the Town & County Police were not obligated to provide the Media with a facility or room within Police Headquarters. Judge Folsom also said that Commander Donald Troy could not be required to speak with the Media, and could only be compelled to talk to anyone through a legal subpoena issued by a Court."
"But Judge Leahy of the Appellate Court immediately took up the Media's appeal!" continued Bettina. "He ordered the TCPD to re-open the Press Room pending the hearing of his appeal, saying that the Media's First Amendment rights of a Free Press were being violated by the Police! He also said that as a public figure, Commander Troy was required to answer Press questions, and that if he didn't, Commander Troy could be held in Contempt of Court, and be thrown in jail!"
Bettina went on: "However, the State Supreme Court's Chief Justice, Robert Johnson, who
experts
say is biased toward Conservative views, issued a stay of Leahy's order concerning Commander Troy, saying that Leahy was violating Commander Troy's First and Fifth Amendment rights, and also pointing out that the TCPD collective bargaining agreement does not require Police Officers to speak to the Press nor answer their questions."