Wrongful Kiss Chapter 15 : Another Body September 14th 2011
Dan was a good cop. He thought he was a great cop. He could have been a great cop, but the years had taken a toll on him. He had started out on fire wanting to serve the public and wanting to take the bad guys off the street and put them behind bars. Only, somewhere alone the way, what was bad in the world, really bad, and what he thought was bad, become mixed together. As time went by, he had replaced the law with his own ideals of what was right and wrong, and by doing so he had become one of the problems.
Dan did not think he was one of the problems, and he thought he knew how to clean up the streets, and it would not be with a slap on the hand like so many other cops had done, or at lease, what he had thought they had done. No, the best thing for some people was to just give them a good old ounce of lead. That would clean up the streets, and it would also open up jobs for the unemployed. It would do away with the need for welfare and food stamps, and the need to fight drugs.
Hell, Dan thought, the best way to fight drugs was to open a drug house on every corner and let the fools just come in as they please and have as much as they could take. And when they killed themselves in over dosing then just take them out back and put them in a bon fire and be done with them.
Drugs addicts were a scab on the ass of the world anyway and needed to die. Who needed them anyway?
It was no surprise that over the years Dan had bent a few rules to make sure that the bad guy always paid in the end. And Dan never looked back to see if he had made the right choice or not. He knew he had, or at lease, that is the way he saw it. He knew he had always done the right thing when called upon to do so. And the bad guy always paid.
Now Dan was heading up the task force trying to find a killer; a serial killer. And Dan was more than willing to do the job. He would catch this man. And he would make him pay. Oh yes, he would pay alright.
Dan was not happy that the news had already leaked out about the killer being loose on the streets killing young girls. But it had not been his call. Someone from higher up had chosen to warn the public about that.
Damn it, could they not see that it was only going to slow down his ability to catch this guy by letting the public know. But there was nothing he could do now. The deed had already been done.
The details had not yet been given, but it would not be long till someone found out.
The Heart Break Killer, or The Heart attacker, or some other dumb ass shit like that. The news papers would have a field day with this. And he and his men would be the butt of the joke.
Damn, what kind of person did this kind of thing?
The car pulled up to the drive way and turned in. Sarah James was driving.
The two cops standing at the drive way entrance let Dan’s car pass.
The cops on the end of the street had also let them pass with out any problem. Dan was well known on the force. But then after twenty five years, people get to know you. That was how long Dan had been a good cop. Twenty-five years, and he was tired of it.
Sarah James was also a good cop. She was not tired of it yet. In fact, she loved her job. He father was a cop. Her grandfather had been a cop, and her kids, if she ever had any would be cops.
Sarah had been assigned to work with Dan almost six months ago, before this serial killer had even been known about.
Dan was the best, or so his superiors thought, and Sarah’s father was one of Dan’s superiors. Captain Turner James, Chief of detectives.
As her father, Turner James wanted to make sure Sarah had all the breaks he could give her, and Dan was the right man to guide Sarah’s future on the police force.
At first it had been only business between the two of them. But then Sarah had fallen in love. She was now so much in love with Dan Johnson that she almost worshipped him. She had heard about Dan when she had first joined the force. He was known as a super cop.
She had also heard that he cut corners sometimes. Some people said he was dishonest. But no one ever said it to his face. And no matter what they said about him, he was a damn good cop in her book. And he was very much a man.
Not bad looking also, even if the years were catching up with him. He was fifty years old now but he was holding his own, and he could easy pass for a forty year old.
Sarah her self was also getting on up there. She was now thirty two. And still she had no child. Her father, Turner James was always giving her hell about that. He had told her to pick out a cop and he would order the damn man to have a child with her. That was how much he wanted a grand child.
Sarah wanted a child also. Her time was getting close, she didn’t have many more years left.
Now she had chose Dan Johnson to be the father of her child. Only she had not told him yet. She did not know how to do so. He might turn her down. She did not know how he could do that. She was a fine looking lady even if she had to say so her self and any man in his right mind would think that. None would turn her down, not unless he was gay. Dan was not gay.
She had made her mind up. She was going to find a way to get Dan Johnson alone and she was going to abuse him in the worse way, and when she was finish with him, he would beg her to marry him. And if not, then she would have her father order him to do so. She thought that was funny. But damn it, she would do it, if he turned out to be that dumb.
Mark Punch was not married. He had an eye for Sarah, but he knew she wanted Dan, so Mark had given up on that ideal going anywhere a long time ago.
Mark was never any good with woman. He was a good guy, but he was over weight. He weight almost three hundred pounds. That would not have been much of a problem except he was only five foot six inches tall. There was some fat there, but most of it was just body size. He had always been a big man and he had the strength that went with being big. He was just short.
Marks problem with woman was that he did not know how to have a meaningful relationship. He could talk to women, they found him cool as hell, and he was a charmer. But when it come to a real conversation of the heart with real feelings, Mark had found no one that he had feelings about, real feelings, the kind that come from being in love with someone.
That was not all the way true, because Mark had feelings for all women. Maybe that was the problem. He liked women too much to have just one.
Mark was on the sex crimes squad but had been reassigned to Dan’s unit because of this killer that was now stalking the city.
At thirty two years of age, and three hundred pounds, Mark did not look like a cop. He could go places where other cops would stand out like a sore thumb.
And even if Mark did have a problem with having a meaningful relationship with a woman, he had no problem with having sex with them.
Mark had been on the sex crime unit for four years, and he had a large following of woman, the night creepers as he liked to call them, that worshiped him.
Dan Johnson was not the only man that could get a woman to worship him. Only Dan didn’t know he was worshipped, Mark knew. Mark had locked the girls up a few time, but he had always done so only when he had to. And he always respected them when he did so. And they always knew that he had tried to warn them away first. Mark loved the girls that worked for a living on their back and he spent a lot of time with them.
Mark now set in the back seat of the car. He was talking on the phone to one of his creeper girls. She was scared and wanted to know what she should do. He told her to stay home and not to date anyone she did not know. He also told her to tell her friends to keep an eye out for anyone that looked out of place and to give him a call.
Mark heard the phone click and then the girl told him to hold on one second, she had an incoming call. When she came back she said she had a friend that wanted to see her and that he was going to loan her some money. Mark knew she meant she had a date but it was a regular so he should not worry.
Dan had been listening to Marks phone call and when Mark hung up Dan asked him, “was that your wife?’ He laughed.
“Very funny.” Mark said. “No, it was yours.” He laughed also.
Dan stopped laughing and didn’t say anymore. Dan was not married.
As they pulled up to the front of the house two detectives come walking toward Dan’s side of the car.
“Here we go.” Dan said, getting out of the car.
“Dan Johnson, long time, no see.” said a tall detective smiling and reaching out his hand. This man had to be every bit of seven feet tall. Dan had always thought the man had been put into one of those racks chambers found in a dungeon as a kid and stretched. Dan had never liked the man and he had no ideal why.
Dan shook the man’s hand only because he did not want to be rude. He didn’t really care to do so. He just never liked the man.
“What do you have here?” Asked Dan?
The short cop stepped up and around the taller cop. If the tall cop could be called more than just tall, then the short man was on the other end of the scale because he was really short. At five foot three inches he was one of the shortest men Dan knew.
“White girl,” said the short cop, “She was maybe around twenty years old I am guessing. She has cuff marks on her arms and legs. She also has a chest wound.” There was a small smile on the man’s lips that said that the small wound was more than just a wound.
“What kind of wound?” Dan asked.
“Looks like someone split her open. I could not tell for sure. I didn’t want to touch the body till you arrived. I think it was your man.”
“Just Damn.” Mark said coming around the car to join Dan. “I need to see her and see if I know her.” Mark knew most of the regular girls from the streets.
“This way” said the tall detective pointing toward the house. He turned to lead the way.
“How did you find her?” asked Dan looking at the short detective.
“A phone call from the brother of the owner of the house; he said his sister was on a cruse with her daughter and son in law and that she had received a phone call from neighbors saying they seen someone drive up to her house. She called her brother to come over and check the place out. He said when he opened the kitchen door and seen the mess in the kitchen he call 911. He said his sister would never leave her kitchen like that.”
“I want that neighbors name and I want to talk to them.” Dan said.
“Got it right here,” The short detective said. “The brother has already called his sister and I talked to her and got the name.”
The two detectives stood there looking at each other both. They both already knew whose case this was going to be.
If this girl turned out to be one of the killers victims then it would go to the task force unit. Dan hoped it was not his case. If so then the game just got bigger. Up to now all the victims had been mixed raced. If this was the same killer, then he had just changed the rules.
Up to now it was thought he had a problem just with the color girls. Now it looked like he did not care about color. Or maybe he was just trying to throw them off track. They would not know until they found out if her heart was missing or not.
“I need to see the kitchen.” Dan said.
“Right this way.” The short cop said.
There was a frying pan on the stove top with a few pieces of some kind of meat in it. Dan did not touch it. He knew there were no prints but he did not want to take a chance.
There was a tub of melted butter on the table. It was one of the small round tubs from the dairy department in the stores. The top was off and it looked like some one had used their hands to dig out a hand full of butter.
There was a red stain covering the tub and its contents.
“What do you think that is?” asked Dan.
“I don’t even want to guess.” The short detective said.
There was also a plate setting on the table. Some of the same meat was left on the plate covered in what looked like mustard. When Dan looked at the short detective, he just turned and walked out of the room. Dan smiled.
Mark walked back into the room. He had a towel and was wiping his hands on it.
“Okay, she was not any creeper that I know. I don’t think she was working. But she is one of our girls. She is missing her heart.”
Mark looked at the frying pan at the same time Dan did.
“This is one sick mother fucker.” Dan said.
“I don’t think sick is the right word.” Mark answered.
“Okay, get everyone out except the CSI unit. I am taking control of this case.” Dan said this to Mark, as he turned to see Sarah walking in the kitchen door. She was putting her cell phone back into its case.
“Dad said hello and wants a report as soon as you can have it ready.” She said to Dan.
“Damn” Dan said. “This is all I need, another dead body.” He looked to the short detective who had just walked back into the kitchen with the tall detective trailing him.
“It’s my case.” Dan said. “Take the string bean and go. You are off the hook.”
The shorter detective just smiled. “Thank you very much.”
For the next two hours Dan and his two partners and the CSI unit were all over the house. Someone had found the neighbor and she had been questioned as to what she had seen.
She did not really know much. She had seen a black truck pull into the drive a few times, and had seen a light on in the house once she thought. Other than that she knew nothing.
The house set on a street that was heavily traveled. And there was a main street crossing in both directions about a mile away with traffic light camera. Dan ordered that these cameras be checked and see if any of the trucks could be identified by the neighbor. If they were lucky they would find the truck, but Dan did not think this would be much help. The killer had used a truck before in one of the other killings and that one had been recovered. It was a stolen vehicle. But maybe if they were lucky, something would give.
Finger prints were found all over the house. Using high tech equipment and computers, they identified them as the owner of the house and her son who had just moved away to college.
Two prints were found in the bathroom. They could not be identified. The CSI unit said they were fresh prints being maybe only a few days old.
Dan thought this was going to be the victim.
A third print had also showed up, and this one had made Dan a very happy detective because it was on the handle of the frying pan. Dan felt he could now give a name to his killer if he could find out who owned the print.
That would have to wait because it was not in their data base, and they would have to run it through the fed’s data base back at the station.
It was early into the afternoon when Dan told mark to take over the crime scene. He said he was headed back to his office and would be waiting for marks report there.
Sarah left with Dan and the two drove back to the departments head quarters.
“So what is it your father wanted?” asked Dan. He was watching the road but his mind was clicking away.
Sarah looked at him. Her right eye opened, a smile come across her face. “How did you know?” she asked.
“Know?” He asked. He gave her a confused look.
“You knew dad wanted something. How did you know?”
Dan laughed. “Just a guess, what did he want.
“He wanted some information about one of your old cases. Some girl you locked up years ago. He was looking for her file and was pointed in your direction. I told him I would get the file for him when I returned to the office.”
“Why did he want the file? He could get all the information from the data base?” Dan said.
“He said he had a report that she was in danger from one of his sources and did not want to go on record as looking into the case. He wanted to find out who she was first.”
“That makes sense.” Dan said. “Who was the girl?”
Sarah took out a small index file case to look for a card she had made notes on. Sarah liked to make her notes on index cards so that she could file them into a file box she had. Later she would put the data into the computer, but she always kept the index card. One never knew when they would need some old information again.
Sarah pulled out a card from the small plastic index card folder and looked at it.
“Kelly Ann Addison is the name.” she said.
“What?” Dan said. The name hit him like a rock being thrown at him. He had been trying to remember that name for almost a week. He had seen her at the drive through that night. That was the first time he had seen her in years, but he remembered her. He remembered the first time he had saw her. He remembered that years later he had locked her up and had help to take her son away from her.
“Addison. There was a man with her. His name is in the report also. She is a mixed race girl. Her father was black I think, a drug dealer or something that disappeared. She was a whore.” Dan did not like Kelly at all.
“I don’t know, I have not read the file.” Sarah said.
“What did your father say about her?” asked Dan.
“Just that information came to him, from an unnamed informant that this girl was going to be killed. He was looking into her back ground and seen that you had locked her up a few years back and that her file had last been signed out to you.”
It all made sense now, Dan thought. It was him. That guy, what was his name? Dan always knew he was a sick mother, and it just had to be him.
“This is beginning to make sense.” Dan said.
“What is that Dan?” Sarah asked.
Dan took his eyes off the road and looked at Sarah. She was beautiful he thought. He should tell her that. He would tell her that, except he knew she was way too young for him. He did not want to be turned down by her, and it was not the professional thing to do.
Sarah I need to speak with your dad. I need to know where he got his information from.” Dan said.
“It will not happen.” Sarah said. “Dad said you might ask and that I was to tell you no and that finial. He also said that both you and I need to know that under no circumstances are we to ever tell anyone that he was asking about this girl. We are not to show any interest in her what so ever, and we are to forget the name. He said our future as cops on this body of law enforcement depended on this. I am to just find the file, get it to him without anyone knowing about it and then forget it.”
Dan’s chin was lying on his chest. His eyes were straight ahead. His fingers were turning white from blood lost because he was holding the steering wheel so tight.
Sarah looked at Dan. She looked at his hands. She reached over and put her hand so gently on his. She stroked his hand with her fingers. Ever so gently, she rubbed his hand, one then the other. Blood started to flow back into Dan’s fingers.
When Dan stopped the car at a stop sign, Sarah moved across the car and put her mouth to Dan’s mouth, her tongue going into his mouth and hooking his tongue. There the two cops set for several long minutes their tongues going in an out of each others mouth. Their lips sucking the others tongue. Their hands exploring the others …, well they were adults.
Dan had been on the phone for several hours. He had made several calls to friends he had known throughout the years; other cops, most of which owed him in one way or another.
Dan and Sarah had made out in the cop car for a good five minutes till a little old blue haired lady with two small girls had honked her horn behind him. Several cars had already gone around him and drove on, but the blue haired lady wanted him to move.
Sarah had laughed and Dan turned red as he drove through the stop sign and on to the police department. God he hoped no one important had seen him and Sarah acting like school kids.
In his office, Dan had gone to work locating the file on Kelly Ann Addison. He then started his phone calls, finding out ever bit of information he could on her and the man she had been shacking up with, a man named Thomas Wayne Saratoga. A child pervert, Dan called him, a child molester.
Sarah had made copies of the file and had then taken the original file to her father. She had met him for dinner at a local restaurant. She did not tell him that Dan had asked her to make copies of the file for him.
Later that night Mark had called in to make a report. Dan told him to go on home and to be at the office bright and early the next morning.
By 9:00 P.M. Dan and Sarah James were alone in his office going over the case. But not just the case, there was also some small talk between the two detectives as they tried to feel each other out on how they felt about each other.
“Did you ever think about the fact that I am twenty years older than you are?” asked Dan.
“Not really.” Sarah said. “It was never an issue to me. “Why should it be?”
Dan thought about it, then a memory of Kelly come to mind. Dan had been the cop that had been able to keep Kelly and that child molester apart. He had used his mother to tell a lie and had destroyed the man.
“This Kelly girl was a mixed race girl just like our first three victims.” said Dan changing the subject.
“She was about fifteen or so I think when I first met her.”
Sarah looked at him wondering if he was comparing her and his self to this Kelly girl and her boy friend.
“I saved her from a monster that had been using her for a few years for his, own enjoyment. He had her all mixed up inside. She even had a baby with him. I was just thinking, what if this was him come back to get revenge? Maybe he is killing girls to just throw up off when this Kelly Addison is the real target.’
Sarah just looked at him. “I see where you are going with this. It might be worth looking into just in case?” Kelly said.
Dan scratched his head. She really is beautiful, he thought as he looked at Sarah.
“Ok, I will check it out.” Sarah said. She smiled at Dan. She could see his approval of her in his eyes. She just hoped he could see she was willing.
“Fifteen years old, twenty years ago, she is about the same age as me. Sarah said.
“Yes. And he was my age.” Dan said. They were looking each other in the eyes.
“Well I am legal and I have the right to sleep with anyone I want to.” She said.
Dan was surprised to hear this and didn’t know what to say.
“And right now I want to get on that sofa over there and sleep with you. Only I don’t want to sleep.”
Sarah stood up and took Dan’s hand.
An hour later, Sarah was asleep on the sofa alone. Dan was setting at his desk. As he thumbed through the reports of some of his old cases, he watched Sarah sleep. He had never told anyone he loved them until about an hour ago.
Dan Johnson had never been in love in his life. He was now. And it hurt to feel this way. He was scared it might be a dream and he would wake up and Sarah would be gone. Or she might change her mind about him tomorrow. And then he would be all alone again.
Dan found another report about Kelly Addison. This one had been missed filed and so was not sent to Captain Turner James.
Kelly Ann Addison. Her mother had died. The boy friend had been in the hospital with a heart attacked. The girl was taken away to live with other relatives. When she had returned the boy friend had disappeared from town and had never been seen again.
There was a side note in the report added much later to the file. He remembered that this girl was beautiful. He had kept up with her for a few years and had arrested her a few times on shop lifting charges. He remembered thinking at the time she was a prostitute but could never prove it. No matter, he knew that even if she didn’t sell the stuff she gave it away freely. She was just another damn whore.
The side note said she was claiming to be the spouse of a dead cop and that she had that same cop’s child. She had been turn down for support.
The tramp had been able to hook a cop. Dan did not think that was a big surprise. He remembered the first time he had seen her. She was beautiful. She had even made him have some funny ideals.
That was the day her mother had died. The day the boy friend had gone into the hospital.
Dan remembered that she begged him on that first day to please help her find her daddy.
He had at first thought she had meant her father, but soon come to understand it was the child molester. She has said that he was all she had left in the world and he was the only person that ever loved her, as her.
Dan had thought her crazy. And he told her he was going to save her one way or another from that evil man, with or without her wishes.
She cried and spit at him and said “Some day you will understand the pain I am feeling now.” She said she hoped it killed him.
He thought that her words had come true. Dan looked at Sarah and prayed he never lost her.
