Werewolf Biker

Chapter Three: Four Days

"Hey Mark, you guys caught a break on your case yet?" Detective Bob Marvin asked as he walked by Mark's desk.
"Not really," Mark sighed, "still waiting for some test results. No missing persons that match
her description, no hit on her prints." Waiting on DNA results from the semen samples, got some good
prints, but that place looks like it's been used as a drug hangout for months. Probably dozens of people
been there." What we'd like to find is the guy who saw the whole thing from the window."
"Well, that would be too easy." Bob said as he sat down at his desk to answer his phone.
Roma Duffin stuck her head in the room,"Looks like we might have a lead. A guy saw some
men about two blocks from the scene, at about the right time, and get this, another guy was following
them."
"Our witness?" He asked as he grabbed his jacket.
"Could be. The guy is in interview room four." Mark and Roma entered the interview room
which was a small room with a table in the middle, and three chairs. A man sat in one of the chairs
drinking a cup of coffee that one of the officers had gotten for him. He looked up as the detectives
walked into the room, and started to stand."Don't get up," Mark said reaching out to shake the guys
hand. "I'm Detective Roberts, this is Detective Duffin. We appreciate you coming in so early in the
morning."
"Don Peterson." The man said, shaking Marks hand, and then nodding to Roma. She smiled,
and said,"I can't tell you how much we appreciate you coming in."
"Well, when I heard about the young lady who was killed, and that it happened around the time
I saw these guys well, I had to tell someone. This can be kept anonymous can't it. I don't want it to get
around that I came in here."
"Absolutely" Mark gestured reassuringly. "Your statement will be kept completely confidential.
I am going to record our conversation, just for accuracy, but no one else but us will know. Is that alright with you?" He said as he placed a small recorder on the desk
"Sure, I guess so." He shrugged. "So, Mr. Peterson, what exactly did you see?" Roma asked, wanting to get the ball rolling.
"Well, I had just gotten up to use the bathroom, on account I have a slightly enlarged prostate,
and it causes me to have to urinate frequently." Don said.
"Roma put her hand over her mouth to hide her smile, then she said, "Go on."
Well, I could hear voices out front of my house. It was about one thirty. I hadn't turned on any
lights, so I looked out the window and saw five, or six men walking past my house. I couldn't hear what
they were saying, but it seemed urgent by the way they acted, you know a lot of gesturing, and
pointing, stuff like that. I watched them go by, and was just about to go back to bed, when a movement
caught my eye. I looked out in the dark, and on the opposite side of the street, another guy was
following them."
"Do you think they saw you?" Mark asked.
"No, like I said, I didn't turn on any lights when I got up, so the house was completely dark."
"How did you know he was actually following them? Could he just have been walking there?"
Mark asked.
"No, he was kind of hunched over, and moving from shadow to shadow. And then..." He
paused.
Roma leaned in, "And then?"
Mr. Peterson swallowed and took a quick sip of his coffee. "As I watched him sneak by, I got a
kind of creepy feeling, so I backed away into the shadows from the window a couple of steps.
Suddenly the guy stops, and sniffed the air animal like, you know?" Don then leaned in towards the
two detectives, and almost whispering, he said, "Then he turned his head and looked right at me." He
swallowed hard, "I swear to you, his eyes glowed, just like when you shine a light in a dogs face. It
freaked me out! I've never seen nothing like it before. Peoples eyes don't shine in the dark like that do
they?" I was so freaked out I couldn't sleep the rest of the night. That face..."
Roma and Mark looked at each other for a moment, then Mark said, "Is that all you saw?" "Yes sir," Don said, as he finished his coffee. "Oh wait! After a couple of minutes, I heard some
motorcycles start up and leave, probably a couple of blocks away."
"All right, that's excellent." Roma said, as they stood up. "We really appreciate you coming
down, if you think of anything else, please don't hesitate to call. Our cell numbers are on these cards,"
she said as he handed the man both she and Mark's cards. "OK?"
"Yeah, I also left my number with the officer at the desk. So--" He stood up and shook the
detectives hands and they showed him out.
After Mr. Peterson had left, Mark and Roma were discussing their interview with some of the
other detectives. When they mentioned the motorcycles, Bob Marvin said, "Hey that reminds me, my
girlfriend Judy, said that some bikers came into the hospital last night with broken bones, and head
injuries. She said they were talking about some guy that kicked the shit out of the whole bar."
"Really." Mark said, "Last night?"
"Yeah".
"We need to talk to her, as soon as possible."
"You think there is some kind of connection between this fight, and your suspects?" Bob asked.
Mark nodded. "Maybe, but I was thinking more about our possible witness. It crossed my mind, that
someone with the balls to follow a bunch of hard case bikers after he just watched them rape and
murder a young girl, might be someone who would not be afraid of a fight." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Just a hunch."
"Well," Roma said, "it's never a bad idea to follow your hunches, and we don't have much else
to go on."
Bob Marvin looked at his colleagues. "Sure, I'll call Judy right now, and tell her you're coming."
Judy Bench, was the head nurse at the Presbyterian hospital emergency room. She was just
finishing her graveyard shift, when her boyfriend, Detective Bob Marvin called her about the
Detectives coming over to see her. She told him to just have the detectives meet her there at the hospital. After they arrived, she told the nurses station that she would be in the break room if they
needed her. Then she showed the detectives to a room where they could have some privacy.
"Hi Judy." Roma liked Judy, and had met her on several occasions, they gave each other a
friendly hug,
"It's good to see you Judy," Mark said warmly. He also thought she was a smart and beautiful
woman, and enjoyed being around her.
"You too Mark, it's been awhile," She said as they sat down on some comfortable chairs in the
small room. There was a coffee machine on the counter, and Judy asked them if she could get them a
cup.
"Sounds good," Roma said. "Here, let me help you."
After they had their coffee, and gotten past the pleasantries, Judy looked at them.
"You want to know about last night?" Mark shook his head in affirmation.
"Yeah, what can you tell us?"
Judy turned her thoughts to last night. "well, they wouldn't answer any questions we asked
them, but as they were in the waiting room, you would be amazed at what a bunch of closed mouth
tough guy bikers will say when they're pumped up on adrenaline, and in mild shock. They were talking
about some guy, I don't think they knew him. How a fight broke out, and this guy just jumped in the
middle of it. Here's the weird part. They said he made animal sounds like a bear, or dog. Growling and
throwing people right and left. They were all fairly intoxicated, and I'm sure exaggerating, but one
thing was certain, that whole group was scared to death. Oh, and get this. Two guys who were with
them said they were out front when he came in, and they said as the guy walked by, he actually sniffed
them like some kind of animal. Is that crazy or what?"
Roma and Mark looked at each other. "What was it that Mr. Peterson said? That the guy smelled the air like some kind of animal." Mark said.
"Gotta be the same guy." Roma exclaimed. Mark stood up, "Thank you so much for the information Judy, it was really helpful."
Judy also stood, "Not a problem, if I can help you further let me know."
Roma said, "Can we get the names of the bikers who you treated?"
"Sorry, confidentiality. But I did hear some names during their conversation. Um, Nick, Robert,
and someone named Danny."
Thanks Judy, you've been a great help." Roma said as she gave Judy a quick hug.
As they drove back to the office, Mark said, "I know those names, they're members of a
motorcycle club called the Kings of Chaos. Small club, maybe thirty or so members, in a couple of
chapters between here, and San Diego. The one named Danny is the President, Bardo is his last name I
think. The other two are probably just below him in rank. For the most part they keep a low profile, but
they have mixed it up with the law a few times and they're suspected of moving drugs, and weapons
for the Hells Angels. They're one percenters though that is for sure."
"What are one percenters?" Roma asked.
"It's a general conception that ninety nine percent of bikers are law abiding. They live a biker
lifestyle but within the bounds of the law. One percent are what they call "Outlaw bikers." The Hells
Angels, Pagans, Mongols. They are nothing but organized crime on wheels. Scum bags for sure, that
includes the Kings of Chaos."
"How do you know this stuff? Roma asked, truly interested, and impressed.
"I was a member of a gang task force a few years back. I left there for homicide just before you
came here."
"I see. So why don't we just go over there and talk to them? They're probably the ones that
killed the girl." Roma said anxiously.
Mark chuckled, "Wouldn't do any good, these guys would be more mute than a stone statue with
us. They will not speak to the cops, ever. Especially on their own turf. We got to get some evidence first." "I've got to make a call," Roma suddenly excited, began dialing a number.
"Who...?"
"Yes, hello, this is Detective Duffin calling for Judy Bench is she available...? Yes, I'll hold."
"Hell yeah!" Mark exclaimed when he suddenly realized what Roma was up to. It was a bit of a
long shot, but..
"Hi Judy, this is Roma. I just thought of something you could maybe help us with. Do you have
any of the bandages from last night? Yes, the ones you used on the bikers. You do? Save the whole lot.
Don't let housekeeping touch anything. Thanks, you're awesome." She looked at Mark with a wide
grin, "I bet we get our evidence!"
"You know, once in a great while, you actually earn your paycheck." Mark smiled as he swung
the car around back toward the hospital.