D&C 2.19; Bombs and Suicides

Bombs and Suicides

I was in he conference for Police Officers on the new threats of terrorist today; they told us of a surgically implanted improvised explosive device (SIIED). The explosive device was hidden inside the body of a person in order to commit a suicide attack. Apparently the device may contain no metal hence it may evade detection by X-rays.

"It could be anywhere on their bodies; love handles," I liked the way the speaker showed his belly flops. "Or even the implants in the breast. Even up the anus."

It could had been what he said or would had, because someone blew the doors open. There were bomb disposal units that came in and then a senior officer ran up to the stage. He told us there was a bomb threat in the Hall. We were all asked to moved ourselves to the yard outside. When we were moving out, a fellow officer remarked to his friend in the front.

"We are cops and who would want to bomb us?" He got his answer soon enough. The Bomb Disposal found a suspicious package at the Hall. It was by the entrance to the bathrooms. Later they found inside was a locally made bomb with nails as the main killing point.

Damned! It could only happened in my City. Then the worse news was to come. It was the Commissioner who called me on the portable. 

"Jimmy, I want you take up the case." I replied to the Commissioner that I was Homicide and not Bomb Squad.

"Yes, I know. The victim is behind the stage. He was to be the next speaker; He was found dead in the waiting room." The Commissioner sound me off. "Handle it delicately, please. We are the Host this year for the conference."

I went back in and into the back stage, where I met Frank who was handling security details. He looked concerned.

"I am screwed, Jimmy. They got a bomb and now a dead body. I am screwed." Frank was muttering. The new officer in charge was a nitwitt for brains.

"Brian Dewell? When did they released you from the Dungeon?" Brian was one year my junior but he was build he ate half my rations during the starvation days. He was lanky thin, and had the hawk nose that even the birds of prey would cringed.

"Detective, I am made in charge of the case. You are to be my personal aide." Brian was all business. I nodded and followed him to see the victim. The dead was a visiting professional; as his introduction was to said, he was a doctor who was good at his work; repairing body implants. Frank who was there introduced me to the victim.

"Doctor Harry Stark, formerly of Medical High and now self employed in the business of putting your limbs back. He was next in line to speak and waited there. He was alone." Frank looked to me. I nodded to him. Frank backed out from the room.

I looked to the victim; well built and tailored made suit with good shoes. He was shot at the chest; twice at the chest. If no one heard it, then it was suppressed. I was checked the body when Brian inched his way past me. He leaned down to looked at the victim when Dan barged in.

"No one touched the body." Dan stared at the emancipated detective. "Or get yourself a new Coroner."

Brian stepped back for the Coroner. They can make or destroyed your case. Dan examined the body and then he asked the apprentice to bagged it. Brian stopped the Coroner.

"Give me some update." Dan ignored the detective. I was left standing there with the seething Brian who was looking for someone to lashed at. He found one.

"Jimmy, see who else was here? Before the doctor came." I was being treated like another apprentice. I complied and in one hour, I had interviewed four officers in the section and got the whole Precinct giving me the bad stare. I was targeted as the betrayal. I gave up on trying to antagonized more. I went back to the Precinct. On the way back, I was called by Dan. He wanted to see me.

"The victim was dead before the shots. He was intravenous fed with Phenobarbital; rapid feeding that induce fall in his pressure which made his heart went overworked. He then went into cardiac arrest." Dan looked to me. "There was signs he was fed choloroform before that. Then he was shot with the gun. 9mm bullets, could be anything from a Glock to a Browning. But the shots were not that fatal."

"Jimmy, I also checked on Doctor Stark records. He made more money when he went into private practice. He charged them for those limbs. Darned! I am waisting my time here." Dan was into one of his moods. I left the Morgue fo my section, and saw Brian there. He was raging for failing to get me.

"Sorry, the portable was off. What can I do to assist?" I was cynical.

"I need you to check on Doctor Stark' background and staff. I was just told he was poisoned prior to his shooting. More to that, find me the shooter." Brian was treating me like a rookie. I nodded and left Di Angelo.

"Laid off, Brian. He was a prick then and would be for the next five years before he retired." Di Angelo knew Brian, and once had that guy hauled up to IA for some bad decisions. I sipped at my coffee to ease my pains of pride, but was glad when Frank joined me.

"I got good officers there. None of them would do this killing." Frank was upset, when his team was trampled on as if they were criminals. "We ..."

I stopped Frank when I saw Brian walked in. Frank saw the man and got up ignoring his served coffee. I finished mine and followed Frank. I was stopped by Brian before the doorway.

"I told you get me more clues, not sit here." I wanted to throw the punch but Frank did it. He was better with his left fist; it floored Brian. I pulled Frank out while Di Angelo tended to the fallen detective. I left Frank at the Precinct and drove down to Doctor Stark' clinic.

"Yeah, he treats a lot of patients." The Nurse looked she just stepped out of the Cuckoo' Nesting. The only missing was the axe in the hands instead of a pen. I kept my distance in case she speared me with it. She must had read my mind because she explained herself.

"I am not nasty, Detective. I am born with the snarl and bad attitude. So bear with it or find yourself a Barbie doll." I was insulted by her suggestion but she was quicker to respond.

"There was one Barbie doll that was upset with him. He was to fixed her son's leg but he could not get it right. He finally told her to get other specialist which made her transformed into some raging bitch."

I got the name from the Nurse and went over to looked for Mrs Sullivan. She turned up to be close to the Barbie doll that the nurse said; long blonde hair and well maintained shape. But on the mentioned of Doctor Blake, she went into the transformation.

"That idiot took my money and then told me that he can't do it. All I asked was he helped my son to walked properly." Mrs Sullivan son had an accident some time back and lost a leg. "All he care for was my money."

I soothed her down and later asked about Mr.Sullivan. I was told that he was a salesman and hardly at home. She was the main person here. She was also a part time actress with walked in or minor roles. I could attest to that, she had the looks to fit the screen. I left her and went back to the Precinct. I got the report from the Bomb Squad. The bomb was a dud. It looked like a real bomb but it was a prop design. The ones they showed on TV.

Some clowns liked to play jokes on the Police was my thought.

I checked in with Dan on some new updates.

"I found our victim had an implant done. His left thigh was damaged in an accident involving a road side bomb when he was there to treat the army personnels. He could not walked for a while and had to rely on other physicians to helped him put it right. Since then, he was working hard to improve others. The rest you knew."

I sighed. That does not add much to the case but I asked who was the doctor. I was given a name.

"Doctor Rashid, you treated Doctor Blake on his implant. Both of you are rivals in the business but why treat him." I knew it was a silly question, but it gave me new insight.

"We were rivals when he came out to practice. And he took my best client." Doctor Rashid was upset but he gave me the details which I hoped to give me some clues.

Armand Dieter; part French and German. When I looked up his name, I saw all the red flags. He was linked to terrorist cells. He was the funder and planner of attacks; suicide bombs. But on the charity front, he contributed to many organization that helped the war victims. I wanted to reached him but he was overseas in his private jet.

Then I got Brian on my desk; he was not sitting there cross legged but had his fist hammered on my desk.

"Why are stirring up the connections to the National Security Agency?" I was taken aback by his words. "The NSA just queried me on why are we checking on a Armand Dieter."

I explained it was a lead and trying my best to tracked if it was related.

"The bomb a dud. If the real boys wants to kill us, would they placed a dud there?" That was the statement that triggered off my instinct. The dud was a clue, and the target was Doctor Blake all the time. But why the dud? The issue was to do with bombing and Blake. I traced his history to the days when he helped the army and then back. I went back to see the Nurse.

"I have not seen that face before. But Doctor Blake have a personal drawer where he keeps some patient records." I must be getting on her good side. She showed me the metal safe, and I had to get a warrant to open it. The files inside was mind numbering; Doctor Blake was doing a number of works for unrecorded patients; overseas one that he flies in on private jets. Before I could even sneezed, NSA had grabbed the files. So was all my evidence from the case. And even Brian was released from the responsibility. I was not to give up while onto Armand Dieter. I found a lot of new info.

"Mrs Sullivan, what does your husband really do?" I asked the lady. She was invited to the Precinct.

"What does he really do? Selling things. I hardly asked him on his job." I pushed the folder towards Mrs Sullivan. Its showed Mr Sullivan does not exist. His real name was Armand Dieter.

"Your husband was a financier of terrorist cells, and so were you. Fraulein Marge Kruger. You had your face done but your prints was checked with Interpol." I looked at the professional killer who had a record of seven kills. All with her beauty and brain. "Why Doctor Blake?"

"He remembered me. I was there that day he was bombed. I was the officer that got away with no injuries. It was my last task before I retired." The lady reveal it all. "He knew it was me. He was god at re-constructing and knew how it would work. He confronted me and I denied, but he was not believing me. He said he would expose me. I heard he was in the conference. I dressed up as the service lady, doing the cleaning. It was easy to slipped past security and then I killed him."

"The gun? Why the gun?" I asked her.

"It was my signature mark." She replied. "Dieter knew and was in rage. He left the country and asked me to follow but I refused to followed. Edmund, our son have his school and ..... He hates the father."

I was to read her rights when NSA barged in. They took her into custody and left me with unsolved case. The Commissioner walked in.

"Next time, I would put you in charge instead of Brian." That made up for my disappointment. Frank gave a bottle of Scotch too.