Jack's face. She started pounding on his chest, backing him to the wall. Jack did nothing to protect himself, allowing all her blows to make contact. "Liar, Liar…Why? Why are you doing this?"
Catlyn's next scream hinted of insanity, filling the room and possibly the entire ward. Suddenly Jack caught her to his chest, quickly lifting her and placing her on the bed. A doctor and a nurse burst into the room. Catlyn continued to scream. "Liar, Liars, you're all lying!"
The doctor and nurse took over in trying to restrain Catlyn. The nurse had a syringe. May Lyte held one of Catlyn's wrists, trying not to hurt her. Catlyn continued to scream. "You'll pay. All of you will pay. Liars, will pay!" Her ranting continued until the drug took effect, her pledge ringing with stark sincerity.
THE END
Chapter 3
February 2012 (25 years later)
Jack Anthony Gard stood beside the body of a young African-American girl as the coroner's assistant zipped the black bag. He sighed, feeling every one of his forty-two years. God another one! She made number five. In the past eighteen months the city of Newburgh had been littered with young African-American girls' bodies. Raped, tortured, mutilated. All dumped within blocks of each other. The area was comprised of several blocks in the thick of the ghetto known as the Flats and the Heights. The area before the buildings started to rise and fan out towards the bluff was the Flats, anything after the main incline to the very tip of the bluff was the Heights and after the bluff was the Hudson River.
Emergency vehicles scattered across the area, some with their lights still flashing. A large group of onlookers were being held back by officers and yellow police tape which cordon off a large grid surrounding the body. Jack looked at the faces, trying to see if there were any repeats from the last body dump. Of course in this neighborhood that may not mean much, other than the fact that the person actually lived nearby. Being an ogler was not a crime.
Jack noticed several news vans further up on the opposite side of the street. The vultures had arrived. Terrific!
Jack felt a tap on his shoulder. "What the hell is the C of Ds doing out here?" Sara Mint, formerly known as Sara Dolson, his high school girlfriend, asked. Great, he thought. Just what he needed, feisty award winning journalist, Sara 'Sunshine' Mint. Ignoring her question, Jack turned and made his way to his car a block away, parked off to the side.
"One of your pet rookies let you pass the line, Sara?" Jack was annoyed.
Sara kept pace with him. "Come on, Jack. Can't you give me something?" Her voice was sugary sweet.
"Forget it, Sara. That coquettish sweetness doesn't work with me." Jack opened the door of his unmarked car.
Sara shrugged. "It used to."
Jack paused, not getting in the car. He looked at Sara. She was still beautiful. Still golden blonde with bright blue eyes, sexy even in her tailored business jacket and skirt, an open black pea-coat, but she didn't stir him and hadn't in a long time. "Not anymore. That was high school."
With that parting retort, Jack got in his car and sped away. He didn't need Sara glorifying this lunatic in the Newburgh Times Record. She was an ok reporter but she had a way of picking and choosing which details she used for articles. It grated on his nerves. It seemed all her stories had a slant designed to make him and his men look like Mayberry rejects. Bias, Mayberry rejects. The aforementioned lunatic was going around terrorizing the black community. He had enough problems with the crime that has been running rampant on his watch. The very last thing he needed was another pat story from Sara making him look like a bungling idiot.
The city of Newburgh's crime was on the rise. It had been making national news repeatedly. All over the last few years, from gangland shootings, gang initiation
Catlyn's next scream hinted of insanity, filling the room and possibly the entire ward. Suddenly Jack caught her to his chest, quickly lifting her and placing her on the bed. A doctor and a nurse burst into the room. Catlyn continued to scream. "Liar, Liars, you're all lying!"
The doctor and nurse took over in trying to restrain Catlyn. The nurse had a syringe. May Lyte held one of Catlyn's wrists, trying not to hurt her. Catlyn continued to scream. "You'll pay. All of you will pay. Liars, will pay!" Her ranting continued until the drug took effect, her pledge ringing with stark sincerity.
THE END
Chapter 3
February 2012 (25 years later)
Jack Anthony Gard stood beside the body of a young African-American girl as the coroner's assistant zipped the black bag. He sighed, feeling every one of his forty-two years. God another one! She made number five. In the past eighteen months the city of Newburgh had been littered with young African-American girls' bodies. Raped, tortured, mutilated. All dumped within blocks of each other. The area was comprised of several blocks in the thick of the ghetto known as the Flats and the Heights. The area before the buildings started to rise and fan out towards the bluff was the Flats, anything after the main incline to the very tip of the bluff was the Heights and after the bluff was the Hudson River.
Emergency vehicles scattered across the area, some with their lights still flashing. A large group of onlookers were being held back by officers and yellow police tape which cordon off a large grid surrounding the body. Jack looked at the faces, trying to see if there were any repeats from the last body dump. Of course in this neighborhood that may not mean much, other than the fact that the person actually lived nearby. Being an ogler was not a crime.
Jack noticed several news vans further up on the opposite side of the street. The vultures had arrived. Terrific!
Jack felt a tap on his shoulder. "What the hell is the C of Ds doing out here?" Sara Mint, formerly known as Sara Dolson, his high school girlfriend, asked. Great, he thought. Just what he needed, feisty award winning journalist, Sara 'Sunshine' Mint. Ignoring her question, Jack turned and made his way to his car a block away, parked off to the side.
"One of your pet rookies let you pass the line, Sara?" Jack was annoyed.
Sara kept pace with him. "Come on, Jack. Can't you give me something?" Her voice was sugary sweet.
"Forget it, Sara. That coquettish sweetness doesn't work with me." Jack opened the door of his unmarked car.
Sara shrugged. "It used to."
Jack paused, not getting in the car. He looked at Sara. She was still beautiful. Still golden blonde with bright blue eyes, sexy even in her tailored business jacket and skirt, an open black pea-coat, but she didn't stir him and hadn't in a long time. "Not anymore. That was high school."
With that parting retort, Jack got in his car and sped away. He didn't need Sara glorifying this lunatic in the Newburgh Times Record. She was an ok reporter but she had a way of picking and choosing which details she used for articles. It grated on his nerves. It seemed all her stories had a slant designed to make him and his men look like Mayberry rejects. Bias, Mayberry rejects. The aforementioned lunatic was going around terrorizing the black community. He had enough problems with the crime that has been running rampant on his watch. The very last thing he needed was another pat story from Sara making him look like a bungling idiot.
The city of Newburgh's crime was on the rise. It had been making national news repeatedly. All over the last few years, from gangland shootings, gang initiation
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