Bloody Bracelet

Part 11

I never thought that I would end up on the wrong side of an interogation table, again at least. Last time I sat on this side was when I was 16. My first summer job was being a 'Kegboy' at the local pub back in Kansas. Some college jock strap got drunk and started causing shit with some of the other waitresses and long story short, the night ended with bloody knuckles, a broken nose and a few bite marks. That's the day I figured out I'm a pretty decent boxer. Ab was pissed that night. Chief looks just as pissed.

"Are you a fucking idiot, Tom?"

That was one of those questions your parents used to ask you right before they would beat the shit out off you, so I remained silent.

"You break into a police officer's house in the middle of the night and start wailing on him with a dirty weapon. On a police officer for God's-" Chief had to stop halfway through his scoulding to light a cigarette. "You are some kind of fucking retard, kid."

"I got no excuse, Chief."

"Fuck sake's, Tom. I ought to pull you over the table right now and stomp the shit out of you! What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Like I said, I got no excuse, Chief."

Chief was flaming hot. You could actually see the red in his eyes. It never looks well on a middle aged Irishman. Luckily, he had to go to that 'Relax yourself' seminar to, well, relax himself. He dropped a few degrees and was talked a bit calmer now.

"Ok. I talked to Pat. I had to do a lot of ass kissing and he's still as pissed as a sober alcoholic, but he won't be pressing charges. You have to do a formal apology, pay for any damages done and he's most probably issue a restraining order against your dumb ass."

"Hey, atleast I'd be legally kept away from him."

Chief's face didn't even move an inch. Not the least bit of amusement.

"It was a joke, Chief. I can do all that."

"Good. You're gonna walk into that court room after this little fuck about, and tell the judge what I tell you, alright"

"Alright."

"Why would you think it was Johnson, in anyway?"

"Only piece that didn't fit into the puzzle, but I just overlooked the edges. How did Dany show up like he did?"

"We've been tailing you for a while. Just to make sure you wouldn't pull the kind of shit you did last night."

"Fair enough."

"Now, that dirty gun."

"I got contact with a dealer. We can make the charge go away for information?"

"Jesus, bargaining, Tom? How far have you fallen?"

You have no idea, Chief.

"Anything new on the killer then?"

"You know I can't discuss police business with you. You're a civilian."

"You know damn well I'm not a civilian, Chief."

Chief rubbed his eyes and exhaled slowly, having less and less energy to deal with this shit.

"Nothing new. Dead quiet actually. We're thinking that the letters spelled is' AMY'. Dany is questioning everyone to know if anyone knows or have heard of an Amy. Still bugged on the numbers, because they were out of order, so not sure if he's setting up his next victim and telling us or what."

"Wait, Ab had a 'Y' on her bracelet?"

"Yes, she did."

"And the number is out of order?"

"Sarah had a 1, Dana had a 2 and Em had a 7."

"Seven?"

"Yup. Look, you play your cards right and keep your cool, we can get you out. With minimum damage, even. Come on, let's head to court."