Bloody Bracelet

Part 13

The sun was just drowning over the horizon, the city was settling down to slumber, but everything looked like a blur as we sped through the streets.

"You sure he's at Central Station, Tom?"

Dany was ready and pissed. His eyes focused, hands were shaking. He and I both knew that tonight, someone is going to die.

"Trust me, Dany."

"Damn! I can't believe he was THERE. The whole damn time, every day, inches away from us and we knew shit!"

It was still like walking into a door. The damned thing was there from the start and you feel like a crayon eating idiot for walking into it.

"We got 15 minutes left. If you're planning on driving like a man for once, today would be a good day to start."

"Tom, I will shoot you in the fucking leg."

I think he meant that, but my mind was racing too fast to acknowledge his threat. Why would he do something like this? All because of his father, whom was the drunk that took MY family away from me first? I don't know why this kid did the shit he did and frankly, I don't care. I really hope Matthew does something stupid, so I can end his dumb ass.

The tyres screamed as we slammed the brakes in Central Station's parking lot, with only 5 minutes to spare. I grabbed a Remington 870 from the back seat as I swung the car door open and headed to the stairs, with Dany right on my heels. Two more patrol cars pulled in to evacuate any civilians.

We ran sraight to the old shut down platform. The one that the city got tired of fixing and right at the edge, stood the asshole, Lt. Singer kneeled in front of him, a .357 Ruger against her head. I raised my gun and aimed straight between his eyes.

"Let her go, Matthew." He sighed with amusement.

"Wow, Tommy." He looked at his cheap Casio watch. "30 seconds to spare! That was cutting it a bit close, huh?"

"We won't ask twice Matthew. Put down the gun and let Alice go, otherwise this goes South.", said Dany.

"You shut your whore mouth, Detective Dany. You have no business here. Just following Tommy around like a lost, pathetic puppy."

"I'm done playing games, Matthew. Let her go or I'll blow your head off, I swear to God."

He laughed. "Oh, Tommy. You completely misunderstand. See, the game is over when I FUCKING SAY IT'S OVER!"

He pistol whipped Alice against the base of her skull. Little red ribbons of blooded flowed down her neck. There is nothing I want more than to put a bullet in this asshole.

"Now, Tommy, if you'll please be so kind as to throw that boom stick to the side."

I just stared at him. He stared at me back and cocked the Ruger.

"You play by my rules, otherwise you'll find pieces of Lt. Singer's skull and brains in your shoes for weeks."

I had no choice. The shotgun clanged as I threw it.

"Good. Now, draw that pistol of yours. Where's the fun if you don't have a killer in your hand as well."

The fucker grinned at me. I played by his chaotic rules and pulled the Glock from the holster. He looked over at Dany and his grin grew even wider.

"Now, shoot Detective Dany."

Alice left out a muffled scream.

"You can't really expect me to fire at another officer."

"That's exactly what I expect. Don't you see, it's null point. One more death, a policeman's death. Either you shoot Dany, or sweet little Alice here goes splat."

"If that hammer moves even a millimeter and I'll drop you like a fucking hot plate."

"Ohh, Tommy, you still think that I plan to walk out of here alive tonight. See, I know I'm dying on this platform tonight, but I'm not going to be the only one. So choose, Detective Dany, or sweet Alice."

This fucking asshole. I couldn't help but look to Dany. Alice has two kids for fuck's sakes. I could never choose her. Dany looked back at me and he just knew.

"Alright. Alright, fuck it. Do it.", said Dany. He dropped his gun on the floor and turned to expose his body.

"Dany, I-"

"Tom, don't. It's ok. Just do it."

I aimed my firearm and I did it. I shot Dany, right in the heart. His body flung around and crashed to the floor. There was a moment of movement, a limb then nothing, dead. Alice was screaming. Her tears were uncontrolable.

"I'm sorry. Im so, so sorry."

"Well done, Tommy. Well done."

"Now, let her go."

"No. No, no, no, not just yet."

"God fucking damnit, Matthew! Fuck you!"

"Now, the big fiinale. Now, you shoot yourself."

I just stared at him. I couldn't help but chuckle, which turned into a laugh.

"Something funny?"

"It's just a kicker, you know."

"Oh? Do tell."

"I mean here I am, the man who organised to have your shitty fucking excuse of a father gutted in prison, while you stand there, holding all the cards in your hand, yet even now are you too chicken shit to pull the trigger yourself."

That one pissed Matthew off. I dropped the Glock.

"No. No, you want me dead, you shoot me yourself, Matthew. Game over."

"The game is not over yet, Tom."

"This game, is over."

"I SAID THE GAME IS NOT FUCKING OVER!"

"Come on, you little cunt. End it. Pull the fucking trigger."

Matthew stood like a deer in headlights. Like a child who is about to throw a fit.

"PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER, MATTHEW! KILL ME! SHOOT!"

Matthew yelled and took the gun away from Alice's head and aimed down at me.

That was all I needed.

Alice elbowed Matthew in his nuts to give me a second's worth of a stun, that was all I needed to draw the dirty Beretta from my back and send one through his chest, smiting him to the ground. Matthew sat there, his eyes turned desperate. He was on last resort. He took his .357 Ruger and placed it right beneath his chin, closed his eyes and squeezed.

The hammer went back, but before the gun went off, Dany grabbed it from his hand, pulled his arm back as far as his uninjured shoulder would let him, and smashed the barrel of the gun forcefully against his temple.

Before Matthew could even think of going for a nap, Dany's hand was on the back of his neck, pressing his face into the concrete and repeated to say those sweet, sweet words.

"Matthew Clarke, you are hereby under arrest for the murder of Sarah Stone, Dana Oakland and Abigail Murphy. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be held against you in the court of law. So please, for the love of God, please say something, so they can fuck you up."

Like music to my ears. The rest of the Precinct made their way to us. I untied Alice, who wept into my arms. I closed my eyes to let a tear out, one single tear, for Ab.

We got him.

We finally got him.

"You alright there, Dany?"

The other officers handcuffed Matthew and took him away. Dany pulled the crushed bullet from his bullet-proof vest with shaky hand and threw it away.

"I hate getting shot."

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Come on, Alice. Let's get you home."