Fatal Obsession

Chapter 145

"He concealed the crime and let his son escape punishment." Tim scoffed. "What about the others? Did they bribed him?"

"They're from rich families. It would be easy to accomplish."

  Harold had known the Chief of Police for years but he had spoken to the guy about training matters. He had never told him that Aaron was his godson.

  Aaron had made him promised not to tell anyone.

  He hadn't wanted the others giving him special treatment or have any contention between him and the other trainees.

"Do you think he knows where Brett is hiding?"

"I believe he does."

  Twenty minutes later, Harold pulled to a stop in front of the police academy. They got out the vehicle and headed up there the steps to the entrance of the building. The receptionist already knew he was an acquaintance of the Chief, so they were told to head up to his office.

  During the elevator ride up, they discuss what they should do before the doors opened. Their footsteps were cushioned as they walked to the door. Harold knocked on the door and waited for him to come to the door.

  The Chief of Police was a tall, good-looking guy in his early fifties.

"Harold, what can I do for you?"

"I need to talk to you about something."

"I'm really busy at the moment."

"It won't take long."

"Okay, but only for a few minutes."

  When they entered his office, Harold introduced him to Tim.

"Joe, this is Tim. A friend of mine."

  Joe glanced at Tim and held out his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

  Tim shook his hand with a stoic expression. "Nice to meet you too."

  Joe took a seat, "What can I help you with?"

"I need to ask you a few questions and I want your complete honesty."

  Harold watched his eyes flickered over to look at Tim, who was standing near the door with his arms folded, before returning his gaze to him.

"Sure, no problem."

"Do you know Brett Saxe?"

  Joe's eyes widened briefly at the question. "No, I don't know anyone by that name."

"Funny. As the Chief of Police I highly doubt that you have never heard that name." Tim voiced, his gaze on the him.

"Why are you asking me about him?"

"Why don't you answer the question?" Harold asked.

"I just told you."

"Joe, I'm gonna cut to the chase. We know that you covered up Brett's crime."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Then why are you fidgeting?"

  Joe stood up from his seat. "I'm going to need you to leave right now."

"We're not going anywhere until you answer our questions." Tim told him in a voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

"Brett and five of his friends drugged and raped one of your trainees and instead of punishing him, you choose to conceal the crime."

"That's ridiculous. No crime ever happened here."

"Joe, you know my reputation. I can make this public and hang you out to dry. Do you think people will tolerate what you did?"

"You have no evidence that..."

"What makes you so sure?" Tim asked.

"We know that Brett is your son."

"I don't have any children."

"Joe, don't take us for idiots. We already have the name of one of his accomplices." Harold told him.

  Joe stared at them for a few seconds, then a resigned sigh left his mouth.

"How did you find out?"

"It doesn't matter. I want you to write down the names of his accomplices. If you give me any false information, I'll have Tim deal with you."

"You're a police officer. How can you let a civilian interrogate me?"

"He knows how to get the job done."

  Harold's gaze zeroed in on his reaching towards his drawer. "Don't try anything that you'll regret."

"I won't." Joe opened his drawer and pulled out a sheet of paper. He picked up his pen and started jotting down on the paper.

"The minute he told me what he did I wanted to have him arrested. But he's my son. How can I have my only child arrested?"

"Did he told you the name of the person they assaulted?"

  Joe shook his head. "He told me it was just a random stranger he picked up at a bar."

"And you actual believe that? You didn't investigate or anything?"

"No, I thought it wasn't important."

"Do you want to know the name of the person?" Harold asked.

"Does it matter?" Joe asked with a shrug.

  Tim strode across the room and grabbed him by the front of his jacket. "You're a fucking disgrace to your uniform."

"What does it matter to you?"

"Do you know Aaron Poole?"

"Yeah, of course I know him. He was our top student here at the academy."

  Harold sighed, "Joe, your son assaulted Aaron. Aaron was the one he drugged."

"No, it couldn't. Brett told me that..."

"He lied!" Tim gritted out between clenched teeth. "Your son committed a crime against my son."

  Joe's eyes widened in shock. His mouth opened but no words came out. He held out the paper to Harold with a shaking hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't know."

  Tim pushed him back onto the chair. "I'm going to make sure you get your comeuppance."

  Harold took the paper and glanced at it before my looking at Joe. "You have an hour to decide what you're going to do."