Unforgivable Crime

Chapter 12

Flak made his way to meet Olivers' parole officer. Like most parole officers she had a lot of ex convicts on her list that she needed to look after. The call to her was swift and quick. She told him where she was and where to meet her. Flak headed off to meet her by her office which was a few blocks away. Normally he would have walked the way there, but time was running out and who knows where this lead may take him. Knocking on her door she motioned him to come in. Taking a seat, he introduced himself and she smiled. The name card read Parole Officer Jenkins. "So, what does a detective want with Mr Oliver?" she was busy filling out forms. There was a huge stack of forms on her desk and she was obviously busy. "Well he's wanted for questioning in a murder investigation. We don't suspect him of anything but we think he could help us uncover the truth." Her eyes widened and she stopped dead. "You suspect that Oliver can help you with some answers on a murder case... he's just a low-level druggie who can't even help himself out of his debts. How is he going to help the police?" She sat back in her chair still shocked from the news Flak had given her. "That's the thing..." he said uncomfortably "I don't know how he can help but I know he can." She looked unimpressed. "Can't tell or you just don't know? What's the real truth here? If you can't be serious and honest with me, I don't see why I should help you. As far as I know you going to drag him in some mess that he doesn't need right now or at all." Flak let out a deep sigh. Does he tell the officer or not? He needed to speak to Oliver but he also needed to keep things quiet. He sat in deep thought for a few seconds before making a decision. "Fine. This might and probably will get me in trouble but here's the full story..."

"Wow... that's a lot to take in but I understand the situation now. I didn't expect this kind of crime from him. I always saw him as just the typical druggie. Nothing more." She woke up from her desk and motioned him to follow her. "We'll take my car and go. The last time I saw him he was jumpy. Something about someone following him or something like that." They both walked towards her car as Flak questioned her about that statement. "Do you think there was someone following him?" He asked as they jumped in. She started to drive as she contemplated what to say next. "At the time there was no reason for me to think anything of it. The kid was a drug addict and obviously paranoia sets in when you trying to kick the habits. I have seen it before." She stopped talking and took a deep breath almost as if she was deciding very carefully what to say next "But after what you have told me maybe somebody was following him. Maybe, just maybe, somebody was tailing him to see if he knew anything about the murders." The drive wasn't a long one. His house was close by and with so little traffic getting there was a breeze. "Well let's hope that he was wrong, and it was just paranoia setting in." Flak ended his statement as the car came to a stop and they both jumped out. "That's his place upfront. Stick behind me and keep your badge ready. I'm hopping that if he sees your badge and if you with me, he will be a little bit more cooperating and understanding." Flak nodded in agreement and followed her as they walked to the door. As they reached Flak pointed to the door. It had been broken by the lock. "Maybe his fears were right." Flak drew his gun from his holster and nodded at her as he took point. He stood by the lock of the door as she stood on the other side. Both of them had their guns drown and as he mouthed 3...2....1 she pushed the door open and Flak entered.

The door flew open and Flak rushed in checking every corner of the house and slowly moving to clear the rest of the house. It wasn't big at all. A small lounge and kitchen with a bed and toilet. Moving through each room he cleared the entire house. "It is clear. There is nobody here." He put his gun back in its holster and looked around. The house was a mess, things were thrown about, the cupboards were ransacked. It was in complete shambles. "I need to call this in. Who knows how long he has been taken?" Jenkins reached for her phone but Flak stopped her. "Wait just a minute. Take a look around the room and tell me what you see." Jenkins surveyed the room before starting to get annoyed. "I see things thrown around; chairs broken. Obviously there was a scuffle and someone tried to find something that wasn't here and they decided to take Oliver with them and go. It is a kidnapping." Flak smiled. "To the untrained eye it looks like that but take a closer look at the dresser. The picture is undisturbed unlike the rest of the stuff on it. Now you tell me what is the possibility that during a scuffle everything falls except the picture of Oliver with Beth." He picked it up and walked to the bedroom. "The rack where he kept his shoes should hold 4 pairs of shoes and on the floor there is only 2 pairs which means 2 pairs are missing. Strange isn't." Flak looked at the picture and smiled. "Young love. There is nothing quite like it." "I understand you want to reminisce about your young days but Oliver is out there being held and you pointing out meaningless thing." Jenkins spoke in an angry but calm voice. "Oh on the contrary. Oliver isn't kidnapped. He made it look like he was. This picture wasn't on the floor or smashed by him because he treasures it. The missing shoes he obviously has taken. I don't know why he would want it look he was kidnapped but he is most certainly alive and on the run. I am issuing an APB on him." He started to walk out the room and house before his phone starts ringing. After a few minutes he cuts the call and phones Messer. "Messer, they got him. The journalist, Mike, he was found dead in his apartment. I am heading there now." With that he cut the call, informed Jenkins about the murder and rushed his way back to the office to collect his car and head to the crime scene.