Charged

The Barney's case. 1

Chapter 1.

The investigation on Charles Dwayne's murder was still ongoing. Tom and Greg were in charge of this investigation. But they were not getting anywhere. Tom thought, I want to just go home and enjoy a quiet night, alone, or with a beautiful Mexican woman. Tom wasn't a bad detective but just a lazy one. He was one of the best amongst the best, he solved every case he was given. He loved his job but loved putting criminals away even more.

"Tom, stay focused." Greg whispered. His voice sharp with urgency. As they faced another group of foes who weren't ready to talk but ready to throw hands. "Guys we just want some answers." Tom's unfazed words managed to only radiate more frustration out of the armed men. But their angry growls didn't seem to reach him. "Where is Tina?" Tom demanded. His hands relaxing lavishly in his side pockets. "Why y'all think we talk?" An accent blunt and sluggish responded.   "Boys!" A thick tall tanned man scurried his way front. His muscles ripping its way through his tight vest, that soaked with his salty stench of sweat. He seemed to be the boss. Tom knew that much. Now he knew who to target.    

"We just want to talk." Greg held up his hand, not ready to file another report for fighting goons at a dark alley.

Greg was a good detective who preferred to do everything by the book. He had a fine reputation for being a diligent and reasonable detective and he wasn't ready to tarnish it by resorting to unintended tactics. These two were a weird combination of detectives since their methods and tactics were entirely diverse to each other.

The goons laughed at Greg's offer and brought out their own way communicating. Sticks and knifes.

Tom chuckled and brought at Beth, his gun. He shot into the sky three times, scaring the men off. Some veered away and others stood by their boss, trembling in fear. Their hands curling into a fist which trembled unstably. The thudding sound from their chest was almost audible. The armed ones couldn't even hold their weapons boldly  and ended up dropping it. These weren't a gang of thugs but wanna-be's who were bound to get hurt from a little fright. It was really a pathetic sight.

"Who you think you are?" The boss walked angrily towards Tom and Greg with an intention to hit them with his stick. Surprisingly he was the only one who still stood firm with his pride. No wonder they made him their leader.

His physique was clearly larger than Tom's and his posture was vastly thick. He was clearly proud about his body and wasn't intimidated by the cops in front of him.

"Stay back." Greg ordered which was to no avail.

"My way then."

Tom sighed before stepping forward and aiming his gun then without much thought, shot the boss in the arm close to the shoulder. A shot not to kill him but to scrape him enough to weaken him and extinguished that pride he had so solemnly displayed earlier.

All his goons ran away without a second thought.

"It seems like they took off." Tom knelt to the goon's level and pressed
the gun into the wounded man's bullet wound. "Ahh!"

"Shushh!

Tom's confident gaze didn't fade as he smiled cunningly at the yelping man. "Now tell me what you know." The man cried out in pain his hand bleeding in pain. 

Soon after the man spoke up. Right after the ambulance arrived. 

"Hey, Gordon!" Greg rushed behind Tom, anger seeping out of his eyes. "I thought I said no shooting." "And I thought I said, go away. See, things don't always work out the way we want them to." Sarcasm.

Tom hopped into his red sports car and shut the door lock. "Hey open up."

Greg hated Tom's guts and wished he was partnered up with anyone but him. Even Billy, the guy who was always behind a desk and slacked off would've been better. He was a nerd and a weirdo but it was better than having Tom as a partner. And what hurt more was that it was permanent.