JUSTICE

Chapter 5

Jack Hill had spent the last few hours sleeping in his cell, and now felt bored. He just sat still looking at the bars of his cell, and now felt bored. That was when he heard the footsteps approaching. A man  walked out of the shadows. In the darkness, his face wasn't visible clearly. He carried something which he tossed in front of Jack's cell. It was a corpse.

'This man here he is going to replace you in that cell.'

Jack looked up, now able to see the face of the man clearly. His face lit up in a smile.

'James!'

'Well brother, it's time to pack up.'

Officer Roger Sutherland was not in uniform. The very reason he was able to just sit in the bar and drink to loosen himself up. Sitting and guarding just a single prisoner was seriously a boring task, and he required this drink badly.

He had just had a sip of his whiskey, when a man rushed in shouting that a fire had broke out in the quarters on the other side of the road.

The quarters on the other side, somewhere among those quarters was housed the outhouse, the one he was supposed to be guarding at the moment.

'Jack Hill!'

That was the only thing that reverberated in his mind as he ran to the scene.

Somewhere on the highway a police car sped along. The driver, Chief Inspector David Tripsy and beside him sat Bradd Hodgeson. Both were silent. There was no cause left for talking.

'Well this time it seems the Force may be with us.'

'It always hurts to feel how close I had been to catching the brothers.'

'Well I have got a real good friend somewhere high up in the French police department.'

'I don't know what's going on in that head of yours but this is the moment when we are supposed to make our move.'

Samuel had dropped hints aplenty, mildly pushing things when they didn't function according to his plans. But no one had ever realised that he was the one pulling on the strings.

There had been a call a few minutes after Samuel and Timothy had left. One of the officers involved in the background check on Bradshaw had discovered an ex-flame, and according to her testimony he had briefly stayed in Fordshed with her post his mysterious disappearance.

And during his stay he had worked for Dominic, in his drugs business. Sometime in the August of '68 he had just disappeared of the face of Earth, with no contacts.

That date somehow seemed familiar to David and he had gone through the police records of 1968. And then he had come up with the date, 13th of August. Bridgette's murder, and the escape of the murderer.

Things were starting to fall in place now. Donald Bradshaw was the one who had pulled the trigger, but the reason he was there that night was Dominic Greaves, the employer and so in Samuel's dictionary Dominic was the greater criminal.

David pulled up near the house. The car in which Timothy and Samuel had arrived was still parked.

Hodgeson was the first out of the car.

'The door is locked from the inside, how could they have entered?'

It was then that he spotted the steel rungs. David followed Hodgeson to the roof, the gate was open.